Well, she’s walkin’ through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running ’round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And her fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Ridin’ with the wind
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
“It’s alright,” she said, “it’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Anything”
Funeral planet, dead black asteroid Mausoleum, this world is a tomb Human zombies, staring blank faces No reason to live, dead in the womb Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance Condemned to die before I could breathe Millions are screaming, the dead are still living This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
I don’t care, this world means nothing Life has no meaning, my feelings are numb Faceless masses filed like gravestones Sacrificed for the glory of one Funerary cities, flesh press factories Corporate maggots feed on the carrion Funeralopolis, grey morgue apocalypse Black clouds form to block out the sun
Funeral planet, dead black asteroid Mausoleum, this world is a tomb Human zombies, staring blank faces No reason to live, dead in the womb Funeralopolis Planet of the dead Funeralopolis Planet of the dead
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance Condemned to die before I could breathe Millions are screaming, the dead are still living This Earth has died yet no one has seen Funeralopolis Planet of the dead Funeralopolis Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis Funeralopolis
Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight
Fuck
Just wanted to start my morning to some heavy doom riffs. Back to work tomorrow.
Title: Smile Now, Cry Later
Description: Framed 11″x14″ black & white, mixed media drawing
Saturday, May 2nd 2026: I dug up a photo of this old, framed drawing I did. I feel that it pairs well with the Raiders chola girl; as a matter of fact I think I did these two based on a black and white themed art show. Anyways, “Smile Now, Cry Later” is an oldies song, inspired by gang culture in Los Angeles in the 90’s. I have to admit, as a young artist I romanticized it a bit, even the graffiti writers took part in the subculture of tagbanging around that time. I was just the outsider looking in, observing everything around me.
Oh btw, I just realized I edited this post exactly 10 years later! OMG. Time is wild and synchronicity never ceases to amaze me.
May 2, 2016
Title: Lost in Time
Description: Framed 11″x14″ black & white, mixed media drawing
If you grew up sometime between the 1980’s and 1990’s, were influenced by gang culture and watched Mi Vida Loca, then this mixed media drawing would be the end result. This is pretty much a throwback to those times.
Echo Park wasn’t a safe place back then. I’m sort of amazed at how much the city of Los Angeles has changed, for better or for worse.
My little girl, drive anywhere
Do what you want
I don’t care
Tonight I’m in the hands of fate
I hand myself over on a plate
Now
Oh, little girl, there are times when I feel
I’d rather not be the one behind the wheel
Come, pull my strings
Watch me move, I do anything
Please
Sweet little girl, I prefer
You behind the wheel and me the passenger
Drive, I’m yours to keep
Do what you want, I’m going cheap
Tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
Sidenote: it’s ridiculous how much I can listen to the same song over and over again. That’s how I feel about Shake the Disease, but I’m taking a little break 😉
Today would’ve been my mom’s 76th birthday (April 10, 1950). As of this year, she’s been gone for 20 years now. This photo was taken in the Philippines, I was 4 years old.
She was an Aries and loved music and action movies, the violent kind. She was also a piano teacher. Her independent, creative and fiery spirit is what brought me to California. Here is a song that is stuck in my head right now that reminds me of her – Sealed with a Kiss by Bobby Vinton
I was the rebellious daughter who tried to be good but didn’t always listen. I had my own independent, creative and fiery spirit and had to follow my own artistic path. Thank you for allowing me to become who I am, even though you didn’t always agree. I love and respect you, most of all I miss you.
In between rage cleaning the house while listening to Metallica’s Orion on repeat, I stumbled upon a gif with my custom graphics; it was a repeating background of my first tiger tattoo, a scanned drawing of my angel bunny and a rose I traced over a real photo in Photoshop that I would use for Myspace (IYKYK) back in the early 2000’s. I honestly don’t even know how I did this but of course, I animated it. I also looked through the layers and found an old screenshot and a customized contact box, lol.
Customizing my Myspace profile was how I started to learn web design; because I was so obsessed with my profile looking original, I would always tinker with the custom CSS code so I can make it look however I wanted. And then I would make a custom background and someone would steal it. Good times, lol.
I really miss blogging and reading my friends’ thoughts. I miss Roxy and the OTP crew.
I’m not going down on my knees
Begging you to adore me
Can’t you see it’s misery
And torture for me
When I’m misunderstood
Try as hard as you can
I’ve tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me
Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these
Understand me
Some people have to be
Permanently together
Lovers devoted
To each other forever
Now I’ve got things to do
And I’ve said before
That I know you have too
When I’m not there
In spirit I’ll be there
7/22/25 – Bumping this up because I just saw that Ozzy Osbourne passed away at 76. Ozzy was a Sagittarius – born December 3, 1948. RIP.
We sailed through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze in orbital ways
While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks dawn from night
And so we pass on by
The crimson eye of great god Mars
As we travel the universe