Paez
2021
"I have nothing but my sorrow and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me.
Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart."
Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart."
2020
2016
<After all... doesn't fiction exist to free the mind? That's why I will crush you, too.
I swing the hammer.
There will be no war. There will be no revolution. There is no need for it.
Our existence is meaningless. But that's okay.
There's no need for a meaning.
We will not fight god. There is no need to.
It won't change anything.
No matter how wretched we are...
No matter how broken we are...
No matter how lost we are...
We will hold our heads high and march on.
Our stories will continue.>
I swing the hammer.
There will be no war. There will be no revolution. There is no need for it.
Our existence is meaningless. But that's okay.
There's no need for a meaning.
We will not fight god. There is no need to.
It won't change anything.
No matter how wretched we are...
No matter how broken we are...
No matter how lost we are...
We will hold our heads high and march on.
Our stories will continue.>
TBD
< HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE >
2017
2022
2013
"Under cover of darkness they evacuated the hospital and sent one of them to go in the lead. The others returned to the lines and took up positions under the bodies of their fallen brothers. As they waited, the blood of the dead poured over them. The blood clung to their skin like a shroud, changing them, anointing them. As the enemy approached, the remaining fourteen rose from the desert sand. They were like hunters who could not be seen. They used stealth from which their enemies could not defend themselves. When they ran out of ammunition, they used knives, when the knives ran out of edge, they used their hands. When it was all over there was only one enemy left alive, they found him in the desert wandering aimlessly, traumatized he warned the others about a force so fearsome and invincible that it could only be described as supernatural, they called them.... Ghosts."
"do you actually enjoy being with me? do you actually genuinely love me?
ive been thinking that maybe if you truly did love me and like being around me things wouldnt be so fucked up... sorry ive been really going through it recently.
i can trust you right?
sorry, i know im probable annoying with how anxious i am but i really dont know what to do..."
ive been thinking that maybe if you truly did love me and like being around me things wouldnt be so fucked up... sorry ive been really going through it recently.
i can trust you right?
sorry, i know im probable annoying with how anxious i am but i really dont know what to do..."