Two days now I've had sneezing fits. I cannot stand it. I have come to understand something about men. They are dogs every last one of them. Waiting for the next fuck as if it were a cigarette or paycheck. All men are like this. This is why we have monks. Priesthood is not isolated enough to keep the hard-on from coming. Little boys bend over to feed these animals we call men. Monks are no better. They have to hide to keep from hardening. Women are holes in the ground, nothing more. Anything to tighten around the hardened pole will do. Assholes are best. They are tightest of all. Any asshole will do. A little mud on the helmet never hurt anyone. The underage choirboys are still paying for it. Dirty little holes are clean think the priests. Innocent and pure. Such a tight fit. This is as far as they've come. Men. Monkeys, gorillas, apes. Dogs was a compliment. Bend over and take it like a man.
            My nostrils are sore and bloody. There is nothing left to blow. It is lumped in my throat. Phlegmish. I can hack it up all day. Eyes are itchy and swole. I'm used to this. Recognizable monster. I am two shades from death. I was born a drunk. I need a drink today. I would like a swig of dirt and a negra modelo. Texas tornadoes to boot. I could dance and sing all night. This is not advised. It's better to drink nothing. Sleep it off. Walk it off. Hell, just die. A quiet death is best. Don't go out with a bang. Virginia did it best. She got to kiss the fishies. I have lots of clever ideas. Lots of rocks. I'd like to die like a fish. Gasping for air. Quite cleansing for the soul, too. A bath before the new trip. Not off the coronado bridge, though. The pacific ocean is full of shit. Further off is better. Muddy waters are best. Creole excrement adds some spice to death. Don't forget the cerveza.

Chicano, soy chicano, cuz I'm brown and I'm proud and I'm makin it my own way…