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you’re beyond the stretch of your failing fingertips even though your want gazes up through the links that enslave you ripping and binding stories to your mind binding them so tight they can’t escape through your lips and no one knows you have nothing anymore but your nightly company turning daily and didn't your dad say he didn't want you in bad company but this isn't what he meant so leave it be and let you do because here you are nursing bit by bit the rusted skeletons that are the only things that can flee through the bars that keep your chest from caving in onto itself and bleeding from the depths of arms you believe will loosen their hold only if you explore their contents over

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What you learned from 90s TV shows... take 2

Let's recap:


1. If your bra is too tight, it's uncomfortable. If you're a boy and your bra is too tight, I'm uncomfortable.
2. Only some of us stay beautiful unless you go and get elastic perjury.
3. The classroom is no place for the exchange of ideas!
4. It is not nice to push your friend Billy off a roof and then yell "Look neighbors! It's raining Billy!
5. Topanga!

6. And this. (But that's mostly because everyone should)

7. Cathy Santoni is a complete bimbo. She signed up for Shop Class cause she thought it was taught at the mall.
8. It's not martial arts, it's survive. It was invented by the French.
9. Dogs guard; cats watch... and judge
10. Monsters are just frigments of your infactuation

It's interesting enough that you jumped in AND managed to miss the glass. You didn't get shredded into a million itty bitty pieces and you definitely didn't bounce back. You went right in. You thought it'd be an adventure. 

But don't expect it to happen again. If, by some miracle it does, you'll most likely end up caught in the middle of a wall or with half an eyeball gone. 

And nobody wants to walk around with one and a half eyeballs. Sicknasty.
I wish you would have taken me with you though. I probably couldn't have made it through but damn...
I grew up in the 90s!
I could have told you that Sabrina was a witch! But no, you had to go on by yourself.
I could have told you to just don't go no where cause it's coming right at you... all that. It was ALL coming right at you.
But you left me.

That's why,
in the end,
the leprechaun killed you as you feebly attempted to light a candle in the dead of the night. I should've known you were afraid of the dark.

yeah, that shit it scary. your own damn fault.


So you were thrust back into here and now I advise you to not try again.
Don't ask me why.
I'm not Clarissa, I can't explain it all.

Good, yes, good

WORD

and it was what it is. and it's done with what the word was.
but mud was evil. markus' mud was mud was evil. markus' mud were words some read and laughed at. markus' mud were words some read and feared and mud was put down and mud was thrown into the mud. and another was mixed in and a picture was shown....

one that didn't quite make sense. 

but nothing really makes too much sense unless it's looked at without really looking at it. and us, we read without really reading because really reading would cause us to look more closely. then we'd notice that in 'mud' there are three letters and within those three letters there is one vowel. and that's too much. 

so we just read mud. 

good, brother. good for you you told us you showed us you and us we readers are stumped. touché good, brother you thought us strong willed and unable to let it get to us and it did and we discuss. 

and we write. 

and there are words. 

and the first word was

pictures

something old
something new
something borrowed
something blue
a silver sixpence in her shoe
rogue diamonds rust in two bottomless buckets held by an arm less child. And she swings them back and forth as they scatter across the faux satin floor. She smiles and her teeth show, pearls tangled in fishing line that her father had discarded months ago.
her eyes shine as nebulas pour out of them and slither down her chest taking in a new home across her belly filled with gaping holes.
O
O O O
O O O O O
O
O O O

her tongue unfurls as she makes room for cascading laughs to roll out

some sick nasty shit

O

O O O 

O O O O O 

O

O O O

She doesn't exist so you shouldn't worry about the

monsters hidden underneath your bed. 

Although this particular one will eat your puppies and throw up a cat 

if 

insulted.

But don't worry about that

cause it doesn't really happen.

well, that's what my cousin Jimmy said. 

I haven't seen him in years. 

I think he's dead. 

killed in his sleep. 

he choked. 

on a hair ball.

But I wouldn't worry about that

because if you do believe in her

and think she's under your bed

and lay out a plate of food for her every night

so she doesn't eat your dog

and trigger the tigger

you belong in a mental institution.

She can't get you there.

What you learned from 90's TV shows

Let's recap:

1. If your bra is too tight, it's uncomfortable. If you're a boy and your bra is too tight, I'm uncomfortable.
2. Only some of us stay beautiful unless you go and get elastic perjury.
3. The classroom is no place for the exchange of ideas!
4. It is not nice to push your friend Billy off a roof and then yell "Look neighbors! It's raining Billy!
5. Topanga!

6. And this. (But that's mostly because everyone should)

7. Cathy Santoni is a complete bimbo. She signed up for Shop Class cause she thought it was taught at the mall.
8. It's not martial arts, it's survive. It was invented by the French.
9. Dogs guard; cats watch... and judge
10. Monsters are just frigments of your infactuation

It's interesting enough that you jumped in AND managed to miss the glass. You didn't get shredded into a million pieces and you definitely didn't bounce back. You went right in. It's an adventure ya know? 

But don't expect it to happen again. If, by some miracle it does, you'll most likely end up caught in the middle of a wall or with half an eyeball gone. 

And nobody wants to walk around with one and a half eyeballs. Sicknasty.

Ecolecua!

Ingredients:
- Funny French Accent (because cooking isn't cooking without a FFA)
- A watch, slightly delayed
- One boring story
- One exciting story
- One doesn't-make-any-sense story
- A pot

                            (you probably bought the wrong kind of pot. after your trip, come back)


Procedure:
- Mix everything together
- Churn out crap

              (don't worry, someone will like your crap. it may even be published. actually, it probably will)

- If you failed, bring out that stash you bought accidentally.

- If you succeeded, bring out that stash you bought accidentally. 

Or Not

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you’re beyond the stretch of your failing fingertips even though your want gazes up through the links that enslave you ripping and binding stories to your mind binding them so tight they can’t escape through your lips and no one knows you have nothing anymore but your nightly company turning daily and didn't your dad say he didn't want you in bad company but this isn't what he meant so leave it be and let you do because here you are nursing bit by bit the rusted skeletons that are the only things that can flee through the bars that keep your chest from caving in onto itself and bleeding from the depths of arms you believe will loosen their hold only if you explore their contents over

and over

and over

and over

and ok

The Prisoner's Constraint

A poem using no ascenders or descenders (b, d, f, g, h, j, k, l, p, t and y)



no anxiousness 
in our seen semiconscious, 
even as an over numerous
reconnaissance.

as we raise our consciousness 
in a near cosmic canvas
we converse, 
use um... excessive exercise

as a 
worn worm won 
a circumcision. 

moreover i see raccoons as mimes
as viruses ooze over an enormous unicorn
in a universe unseen.

we murmur as women
never rise or crow in unison.
we
occur
in
music

I'm artistic

The Whole Thing Is A Mess

She left her house for five minutes to buy a box of saltines and now she's back and there it is. Pure mess. Ugly and twisted, kind of like the little piece of Voldemort that was living inside of Harry (when Harry died but not really and chilled out with Dumbledore in the end because you don't just kill off Dumbledore). But it's definitely something with no soul.

Perfectly frigid.

She doesn't really want to touch it and she certainly doesn't want to see it, so she throws a blanket on top of it. The one her ex man-boyfriend-plaything had given her. Cause it's smelly anyways. And she doesn't want it.

Now she has to walk past it every day to and from her work at the Jewish Community Center. She isn't really Jewish, and it isn't really a community center, so it works out ok. She calls it the Jewish Community Center JAIL. A nine to five JAIL. Covered in blankets. Cause she's bad at cleaning up messes. And she has had a lot of ex man-boyfriend-playthings. So it works out ok.

 Her job isn't fun. She sits at a desk and talks to people about what activities the JAIL offers. Then she checks if they're Jewish. Most of them aren't. But she lets them in anyways because maybe something interesting will come of it.

She's bored. She turns in her swively chair, brown hair getting caught in her mouth. And in front of her is a blanket.

So she peeks, cause she can't remember what she had covered up before. And there was no mess. Only a sheet of paper.

And it said, "The Whole Thing Was A Mess"

Amazon Review

4.0 out of 5 stars Pleasurable for all, January 28, 2013

By 

M2daT - See all my reviews

= Durability:5.0 out of 5 stars  = Fun:5.0 out of 5 stars  = Educational:2.0 out of 5 stars 

This review is from: Interactive Toy Concepts Radio - controlled Cooler (Toy)

I'm not gonna lie. Things between Rosie and I were looking grim. I would come home from work and she would be laying on the couch, looking at me, wondering if she'd done anything wrong and why I hadn't touched her in days. There was just something missing and I didn't know what.
I could tell that one day she'd had it. We were taking a walk outside and she just started an interaction with a man in the middle of the street. Well, 'interaction' is putting it lightly. She was basically drooling over the man, pushing herself up against him, all in front of ME! I don't know if was trying to make me jealous, but it worked.
The next day I came home with the Radio Controlled Cooler, desperate to try anything to save our relationship and hoping we could just have a little fun. She promptly just sat on top of it, daring me to use it. As I moved it back and forth around the living room and as it vibrated a little more each go-round she began to pant, at first faintly, but then more noticeably and I knew almost instantly what she wanted.
I crossed the room and, looking into her eyes, picked her up with my strong arms as she yelped a little. I brought her down to the kitchen floor and, as she lay there waiting, I filled a bowl of water and brought it to her, anticipating a long day of playing catch at the park.

Thank you mechanical cooler... thank you for reigniting my passion for my dog Rosie.

it's not all it's cracked up to be

She gave me back. That's all my dad ever told me about it.

I was born on the crest of a wave 20-odd years ago and given to the most tempestuous of women with little to no regard as to how it would affect my childhood. It'll be alright, everyone said... she'll grow up among the stars and have dolphins as playmates. She'll learn how to play the conch and braid seashells into her hair. She'll have the loveliest time and make the best of friends.

Bullshit.

Sounds like a dream don't it? But no one EVER thinks about how those Starfish form their own little cliques and won't let you play with them. Yeah, that's right, ever seen Mean Girls? I bet they were all raised by selfish Starfish that think that you're not good enough because you can't compare hydraulic systems with them. And the dolphins? Don't even get me started. Yeah, I'll admit that when I was a  kid I had a few of them as friends but that didn't last long. Once Jimbo and Elroy hit puberty BAM! They started humping everything that moved (and a few things that didn't) and I am not about to start popping out baby dolphins. No way.

The conch is a foul instrument that sounds like dying elephants. A couple of seconds into my first lesson I realized that the snail that had promised to vacate his house for a few hours had forgotten. The progression of events that ensued were not pleasurable to me, or him, and we've agreed never to speak of it again. And, have you EVER tried to braid stinkin' seashells into your hair? No, you haven't, because anybody with common sense knows that they smell bad and can tangle very easily. I have had very many unfortunate haircuts in my life because of this.

Anyway, Sea decided to give me back, but not before naming me after herself (selfish bitch). I would have been happy with a Jane or Rose, but no, she named me Mar. In Spanish. Neptune only knows why.

About Me

My name is Mar Trujillo. Mar, like 'sea' in Spanish and Trujillo, like the evil dictator (no relation). I am currently in my last semester of my undergraduate life and will end with a degree in Music Performance and in English Writing. What will I be doing with said degrees you ask?

Well, who the hell knows.

All I know is that I hope to be working in Special Education... or maybe as a behavioral therapist, or an interventionist. I would also like to publish a book. That being said, I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, I speak Spanish as fluently, if not more so, than English and really have enjoyed the hell out of all my traveling experiences.