Archive for January, 2010

Locomon’s Tea Party

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

Skull Mon alter freaky eagle

Dear Locomon,

Why Does the Republican Anus ITCH So Much?
Desire?
Hope ?
Fear ?
Loss?
WHAT???
Please answer LocoMon

Thanks,
The Hole

Hole, From now on let me let Cuaxicalli Mon answer these types of things…

Dear Hole, IT’s Simple. it’s tha ITCH… Here’s a pic of how it looks like…Yeah, you’re right, it looks like right out of Star Treks Tribbles… But it’s far stickier, itchier, and exponentiates far faster.  Here’s a dialogue Locomon and Me had about it…

Locomon:
Pinche Guerra Que Nos Vento Este Bruto
Para Que ?
Para El Pinche Gas ?
Para Controlar el Pinche Gas ?

Cuaxicalli:
La Libertad que Bush Uso ES
Para Chotiarnos Con el Resto del Mundo
Rompio La Tela de Hablar Con los de Aya
Ahora esta Gente nos Odia mas que Nunca

Locomon:
Yo No Tengo Estilla ni Odio con los Arabes
Los Muslos entienden su lado y yo El Mio
Paque Chingados Nos Metimos en Esta Pinche Batalla?
BaBoSO Es Un Pinche Gachupin Pendejo

Cuaxicalli:
Modos y pensamiento de Imperialista
Manda a Bush Para Tras a su Tierra
Con Todos Los Demas de Pinche Rupublic-Anos
Y Luega Ciera la Pureta de Immigracion

Locomon:
But what About My Gyrating Flower, Skullman

Cuaxicalli:
You Mean your Giggling Flower of Fruition, ese?
ay, yay, yay, yay, ayyyyyy, cuaxicalli mon is Out for you

Here GOES, and Listen…

Seconds Pass And The Moment Weeps
Stagnated Bodies Eroded by Mighty Ehecatl
Yelling Man Pleads But Finds No Past, No Present, No Futuro
Locked in The Infinite Smell of the NOW
Movement Passes and it Twirls You BY
Pinche Cabezota, Pinche Mente Loca
Excited at times
Sadly at others
You Find Something
But then Momentously
And then Horrifically
You Realize
You’re Forever Locked in Craziness and Rationale
or Someone’s interpretation of it for you
For Something or Nothing
The Heart Matters Not
The Body Even Worse
And the Inert Self or Soul
Of Human Spirit
It’s Just Steam Piss
Sizzling in the Snow
For it Can’t find a Place
For Children To Sleep IN PEACE
While Money Fights its WARS
It Has No Place IN Oops there goes another Market Spike

Go Away LocoMon?

And Leave me to my Bway
Go See Another Movie
Or Repeat the Same One as Last Time
“Before Avatar Mon”
And Say Mas Tarde
To Your Raza Loca
Cuaxicalli OUT

And Always Remember
Cuaxicalli Loves you Vehicles of LOVE

LocoMon:
OK, OK
And Here’s What I have to Say about That:

Let Cuaxicalli IN
Pinche Alter Eagle muthafucka
Chino, Chino, Levantate
Que Chingados Paso Anoche Vato?
No Me Acuerdo Ninguna Chingada Cosa, mon
And Who’s that Fat Puta Gringa?
And Why Were We Naked On the Couch?
Que Le Paso A Mi Honey Norma Jean?
Chino, Despierta Vato Boracho
Chingado, Chino-Man

Damns, what’s that Sticking Out of your Arm Man, dude?
Chingado Vato, You Look Pale and Dead
Well, I’ll leave you to your experience
Later Dude
Jesus, Chuey, CHUIIIIII
Donde esta ese Cabron?

Ya Te vas Para El Jale Ese?
Spick and Span Man, Como Siempre Vato
Shit No Man, I didn’t Make that Mess
Yeah, It was my Party, But…..Shit Man
–Chino Fucked it UP Man–
Go Look in his Arm..I mean, I mean his Room
He’s All Fucked Up Man
What you Mean the Kitchen’s All Sticky!?
What you Mean the Bathroom’s Fucked Up!?
What you Mean the Barrel’s gone!?
Shit Man What The Fuck Happened Here?
Tell me Man, What Happened to Me Last Night?
What Do You Mean I Drank the Whole Bottle ?
And Where the Fuck Were YOU Mon?
Yah, Go To Work, Mr. Conservative
Let Chino Clean Up the Barf on the Rugs
MANNN it STINKS IN HERE
Alfredo, Alfredo, Alfredo Wake UP!!!
Donde esta Este Pinche Vato?
Alfredo Wake Up Man

Alfredo, Yoooh.., What are you Doing With Raul in your bed, Mon?
Eejole Vato, ‘scuse Me Mons
Man’s Didn’ts Know You Guys Were Like That
Eh, sta aquellas man, Later Dudes
Your Secret is safe with Me
Mando , Mando , Mando-o-o
Quess What Freddy and Raul are Doing, Mon?

Mando What are You Doing Outside Mon?
Whatdaya mean My Car’s Been in an Accident?
Whatdaya mean the Chota’s Lookin for me?
Whatdaya mean you Borrowed my Driver’s License?
Whatdaya mean you escaped?
What You MEAN the Chevy’s Gone?
What Do you Mean The Pigs have my Car and Keys and Wallet?
Boy, you Better Start Fucking Running
Cuz I’m a Fucking Gonna KILL You
And Make you Into a FUCKING HUMAN MOLE PIE
Fuck You, You Ain’t My Best Friend
I’m Getting MY Fuckin Gun and Make this FUN

Gato, Gato, Hey Gato
What’jou doing on My Fucking Bed Man

Let Me Get My Gun from down Here
NORMA JEANNNNNN, I’ve been Lookin for Ya
Whatdaya doing down here, and with Gato….
HOW Could’s You Guys Do this?
And on My OWN FUCKING BED?

And My Sister Naked Next to you TOO!!!
Shit Man, Chingado
What a Fucking Sucking LIFE
Hey Locomon
Here, Here you Go
Have a Beer
And Here, Have A Hit
Ah Right Man
Thanks, Mon
THat’s OK
I guess it’s gonna be a nice day after all
That LAST PARTIER
CUAXICALLI Mon
He’s alright

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Jiggling The Fruit Of Fruition

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

I kissed the wings of an angel this Morning
As the Gentle Softness Rose to a Bloom
Honey-dewed Sparkles flew from her Hew
As Sweet Smelling Nectar filled her Room
Oh Aquarium Flower Floating in My Garden
Lapping Dearly the Misty Circle of Desire
Jaguar Spawns the Rhythm of your Passion
As Ecstasy Glows the Mighty Fire Grows
Fluttering Pixie Consumed in delicate taste
As Probing Senses guide you downward
Scented Secrets Caressing Walls UnKnown
As Mountain Spirits Stir You Onward
And as the moments of energy transcend
Connectivity transpires from one to another
As the Pulsing Gyration of Assemblage Flows
Holding, Feeling the Power of Flower

locomon

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Quien Chingados Es Locomon?

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

Yo Soy LocoMon
Displaced by the temporal mamadas de Pendejos
Lleno de Cabeza y MamonEs
Lleno de uno mismo
on top of nothingness
searching other within same
Searching locuras
Sin saber su Onda
Aqui estoy Way
Cres que Way Vale Por Otro
Cuando Matas Pelo sin Caballo
Me SonRio con tus Pendejadas
Tratando de impresionar el Loco de Mente
Lleno de Leer ya tengo
Ambiente loco Vale
Meteme algo Real, Ese
Babaso, para que te vellas
para mi no vale tu sonrisa
ni la estatua de tu  muerte
vale el ambiente
lleno de meter y llenar
Pero Tu No Lo Trais, Ese
Cuando Ventas el Buedo sin Estrellas
Aqui Estoy Ese
Te Hablo
Hablame
Para que tus palabras se Vayan
Derechito a Mi Corazon, Ese
Veras que yo no me abuito de Nada, Ese
Nos Chingamos
Nos Chingamos?
Por Los Buedos
Pendejos de los Estados sin Unidad
In Power we see Not the Same
0-1-M Matters Not to me
Blind ONE Speaketh to Me All the Time
Search Within Me Las Locuras
Que tu No Entiendes, Buey
Meteme tus Nalgas de Pensamiento
Y Te Lo Vento Para Tras
Sin La Nada
Vrincando la Onda de Ambiente
No es cual quier chingadera, ese
Ventate y Nos Ventamos Y Veremos
Que lo sabras, ese
Que Lo Loco NO me Vale AMI
ES de como Vives
Y Cuando Chingas con el LOCO
ESE
Vive locomon

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