“Dia de los Muertos”

Vida Loca

Smile Now Cry Later

These were the philosophies that made the most sense, but like everything else led to emptiness

We enjoyed hurting others and especially ourselves

But that is not quite right because at 3:00 o’clock in the morning listening stoned to some soul oldies, we howled because the fire was a torture that has no end

Hungover and bloody, we would wake, pop open a fresh beer, and plot the perfect sin that would not destroy us, but we failed in our vain efforts

We died. We all died.

Now I am a broken record repeating the same song:

Amor

Amor

Amor

Again and again, and it does not stop until you lift the needle off the wax

I do not want it to stop, this broken song, this journey into forever

It is good to be a broken record full of chips, scratches, and scars

To gain everything, you must abandon everything

Listen to the same broken beautiful song

Amor

Amor

Amor