The hunter, the killer: Analizando a la Chiqi: 02 de septiembre de 2015
The hunter. The killer. A veces una princesa, a sloth, someone that’s going to give me a tart reply in a cheeky tone (pun intended, obvio, po). Los cinco sentidos de la Chiqi son realmente, como, veinte. Ella esperó hasta…
That weird pleasure: 03 de agosto de 2015
What’s with that weird pleasure one finds in doing something she knows she shouldn’t do? Like smoking cigarettes or eating a fuck-ton of carbs? Yesterday was Sunday and everyone and her fucking grandmother and dog and 20 kids came to…
Somehow it always comes in the night: 26 de febrero de 2015
I knew I’d win the psychological war. Somehow it always comes in the night. The sky is gray and the tip of this microfiber pen is sexy and fresh. There are black soaring pinpricks way high up: birds in the…
Jesús María: 21 de enero de 2015
I keep putting off writing about the other night when we went to Jesús María, where there is a rodeo or something but we never went to it. Instead we bought cheap sangria in this huge night street market and…