tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91077231077564230352024-03-14T03:56:36.018-07:00Millan's JotsThanks for clicking in. I hope you dig some of my words. I hope some of them make you pause & think and others move you to action. I hope . . . yeah, whatever. By the way, the background image is an embroidered mantle from the Peruvian Paracas culture ca. 600 b.c. It depicts flying figures with their hair streaming in the wind. Each one is carrying a spear or a baton in one hand and a fan in the other. Flying - VM milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-88289447129761113702016-11-28T23:45:00.000-08:002016-11-28T23:45:00.387-08:00All He Does<div class="MsoNormal">
Boring words.</div>
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Boring laughter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Speech goes on forever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Abusive eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Never leaves.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Never dies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dry face bigot sans friends.<o:p></o:p></div>
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All he does is talk, eat, and defecate.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Utter words paraphrase ~ no one heard.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Posturing infinite masticates.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Never dies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Never dies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Victor Millan</div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-18614836403245172602016-08-02T22:31:00.001-07:002016-08-03T21:56:50.275-07:00Humming in Benzene<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
We <u>are</u> the immoral majority so they stare because we're on it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The tattooed beauties on the plush altar of mischief and orgy sweet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The models for the human race.<br />
The multi-faceted life instinctive and coital.<br />
The virus under the microscope humming in transition and benzene.</div>
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milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-87446237088940767142015-12-22T22:40:00.000-08:002015-12-22T22:40:28.636-08:00In The Silence<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We yearn for a quiet evening under the
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To be free, naked, and alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To dance in the silence of the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To forget the progress of a tomorrow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We’ll never see.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The stars’ve come to their knees<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hoping to attain wisdom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I’ll please the gods<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This day.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Victor Millan</div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-21436110766166089712015-12-16T22:48:00.000-08:002015-12-16T22:48:03.874-08:00In my Rearview Mirror<div class="MsoNormal">
Bad luck on the
penultimate European car for taking it to the limit with the dirty American
beast when he had a Yield coming off the off-ramp; and then pulling back at the
last pussywillow testicular second <u>only</u> to get rear-ended ass up by the
distracted cigarette sunglasses tailgating him in a smashingly plastic and
smoking coolant rage.</div>
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Also, two women
working their makeup to no difference almost hit my car on the way home today.
Not counting the Yield imbecile having a breakdown.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wonder what
was up with Karma and Energy today.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why were things
so off with <u>their</u> angels letting them down this fine afternoon?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p>Victor Millan</o:p></div>
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milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-7267334164926280402015-08-20T22:57:00.001-07:002015-08-20T22:57:49.523-07:00Vanguard<div class="MsoNormal">
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<i>Absolute
Census<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The High-Tech
Sector<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Tapping ~ Covert Missions ~ Hacking The Wire<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Intelligence
Organizations Bigger Than Big Brother Interactively<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Communicating
The Directions Of Global Affairs<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The Leading
Men Whether We Like It Or Not<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Controlling
The Press, The Chip & The Airewaves, Commerce<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Control Of
Censorship<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The Newstates
Of America’s Been Realized<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The Manic
Lens All Around Close-Up<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Zoom Into The
Eyedentification <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>CCTV Your
Moment For The Records<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>DNA In The
Processing File<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Download In
The Component Wireless<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Track You By
The Numbers Fiber-Net Style<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Nanosecond
Nanofractal Broadbandwidth Biometrics Etcetera<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Banking
Negative Your Profit/Prophet<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Regulation Of
The Export / Import Monies<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Religion’s A
Tool To Herd The Masses<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Occupied
Pacified Filling Charlatan’s Pockets With The Currency You Need<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Distorted
Truths And You Swallow It All The Same<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Rational
Science Explains God To A T<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Thought
Control Radio Waves<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Password Keypunch
Apps<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>IP Address
Lost In Cyberspace<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Internet
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<i>Driver’s
License<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Passport #’s
Usurped<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Kill You
W/The Biological Ethnic Weapons<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Masterpiece
Plans Erection Fruition ~ Almost<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<st1:place w:st="on"><i>Holiday</i></st1:place><i> Meetings W/The Majesty 12<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Board Members<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>House
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<i>It’s The New
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<i>The Neophytes
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<i>Pause/Record Iris Classified<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The One-Way
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<i>The Old
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<i>Burgesses Stonecutters
Financiers Industrialists Monocle Holders<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The Oilers, Bankers
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<i>MasterCard
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<i>Media
Whitewashed Disingenuous Peddlers<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The
Illuminated Ones With Secrets Within Shadows<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Behind Doors<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Slapping It
Home W/The Clandestine Infiltration Of Your Own<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Right There
When You Masturbate To The Furtive Perversions In Your Head<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Or Impress
Your Broken Soul Onto Canvas, Stage, Word Or Song<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Maybe Deficit
Or Elongate Your Time Until You Feel Alone And One Day You Feel Dead<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Right There<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>When You
Illegalize Inside Your Private Property<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>W/Your Drugs
On The Rocks Or Pills You Ingest ~ Wear The Shame On Your Face<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>When You Make
Love To The One Or Sear With Hate From The One<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Right There
When You Question Your Worthiness And Challenge Your Fragile Wits<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>When You
Criticize The Delinquents And The Hypocrites<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And You Think
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<i>The Out &
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<i>Clear.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Victor Millan</div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-42868115714697675152015-08-11T22:46:00.003-07:002015-08-11T22:46:55.747-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-51866800849438253822015-07-28T22:39:00.000-07:002015-07-28T22:39:11.409-07:00Scrawl<div class="MsoNormal">
When is it that we’re really alive? Is it when our
souls first greet their tragic silhouettes?</div>
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Is it waiting for us in our first and last breaths?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Is it when we speak the truth instead of lying to
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And what of the devil hidden in between lines and imaginary
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Is it when we’re desperate for the run before the
crawl? For the murder on our fingertips, or the words we hastily scrawl?</div>
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milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-77845905532153517372015-07-03T22:00:00.001-07:002015-07-03T22:00:36.685-07:00Why?<div class="MsoBodyText">
How weird is it
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Dead love, dead eyes, dead mine - only for you, dead I.</div>
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Yours is a damaged soul, mine keeps asking Why?</div>
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Victor Millan</div>
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milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-18688144644457810142015-07-02T21:02:00.001-07:002015-07-02T21:02:57.862-07:00Freestyle<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s just
another night of me sitting around – taking words, maybe not so bold maybe pointless
but still throwing them on the wall to see who would say what about mettle and
subtlety. And then without warning she rushes up on me and dances a burning one
two cheek and I'm sent on a purple carpet to her beautiful cloud #9 . . . and <u>this</u>
is exactly what my chaotic ‘I’ was in desperate need of.</div>
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And across the
room a candle’s burning old but it’s much different from the familiar scent of
black love at 12610 (one, twenty-6, ten).<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I kept
writing til I was satisfied but something broke me and I went to pieces and my
blood reached a boiling point mess so that I’d be no good at communication and
right there I knew my day was done. It was time to rock & roll by myself
with Ms. Mary Jane in the fiery haze and forget about the rain and the cold
weather with the mother standing outside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I did what I
do and I took my other notebook out and I free-styled for a while.<i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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The candle
eventually blew out but I still managed to smoke up some of the kind and write
my frustrations away to never forget you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Victor Millan</div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-33340651018412921192014-11-10T20:24:00.000-08:002014-11-10T20:24:31.857-08:00Pigs o’ Politics<div class="MsoNormal">
The world begins
and the world shuts down and dies again but the pigs of politics <u>do</u> <u>not</u> end it from their corrupt perch or anywhere else they
might dare to heave their dirty pulse. They thrive in excess by manipulating
their own kin and labor their whole lives making coin and perfecting both the
art of mangled loyalty and the art of the perfected backstab.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
These pigs are
always stroking erect and in focus quenching to a drown their immoral thirst.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They are
unethical profiteers damned until death by their adulterous shortsightedness.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They’re leaders
only in name to a world of whimsy and anger and half-dumb, self-centered,
tv-dinner fools.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s all an
unnatural process</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
in a natural
world.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Victor Millan</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-80100366396290572652014-06-24T21:48:00.001-07:002014-06-24T21:48:46.787-07:00American Soul Divine<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
How
sweet you are American soul divine.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
Immoral
and sinful in every imaginable way as you safely hang from your corrupted web.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
Your
glass jaw’s clenched down to the vein like a greedy masturbator and I rush to shatter it with<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
my ravenous and worn out fists.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
A
hypocritical smile for everyone you mask up.
Handshake~money exchange~billions raked in profit. Business celebrations
~ juggernauts flaunting their hubris forcefully erect over caviar pearl and
morning champagne.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
I
see your eyes ~ they never deceive your acquisitive motives and the others' demise.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
American
soul divine<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
your
mother’s milk has aged and soured to your children’s taste.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
Poor
man’s meal waits for digging out when the pangs are unbearable and dignity a
disposable veneer.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
Trashcan
dinner cold and low while the affluent walk past<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
with
blinders on.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
Wrapped
in a constant scheme ~ your tongue masterfully betrays.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
<o:p> </o:p> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
As
a word is forgotten and a love indiscreetly betrayed so your children suffer
and our struggle remains.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
How
bittersweet you are American soul divine.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -22.5pt;">
<o:p>Victor Millan</o:p></div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-59231555025392892382014-06-05T00:15:00.000-07:002014-06-24T21:54:17.880-07:00Emperor<div class="MsoNormal">
And there it was ~</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I found my soul wandering alone through the
ruins of the lost city wondering what’d happened to everything he knew. And it
was <u>me</u> returning to my birthplace; a sort of homecoming to the highlands
and the cold mountains breathing further and higher than my eyes will ever find.
Back to the homegrown leaf and the earth she fell in love with.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And she changed like a dream and there I saw
myself in the body of another man adorned in <u>fine</u>, colorful clothes and indigo
gold. Also a scepter or a staff and a dark feathered headdress ~ reminders
of prophecies when she spoke of collective lineage and a moment in time.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I saw in front of me the leader of a people ~
all so beautiful and proud. I felt the breeze running through my hair shaking the old ghosts uncomfortably out
of joint,<br />
<a name='more'></a><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
awkwardly out of their hibernal sleep. Also the faint warmth of the
sun was coming down with a blessing; keeping my brown skin brown and everything
else living in the green.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The crowd energy honed and in a brilliant
manifest I kissed the new gods.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They gave me mettle and wisdom<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and a vision of our quick and bloody deaths.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>We
must prepare for the battle,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>our day
is near.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>I
promise you we’ll <u>never</u> be forgotten.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One by one<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the armies fell to the cross.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
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<br />milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-79560371007442790522014-04-24T22:25:00.001-07:002014-04-24T22:25:31.816-07:00Flying the Good Time<div class="MsoNormal">
Thunder crashes
for miles outside w/the rest of the world shaking the ground to her uncertain
roots and I’m on my sofa lost in sober thought; sitting warm having an early
smoke with my morning tea and they both give me the tranquility and the moment
I need. I’m a worshipping herbalist thru ‘n thru.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Playing w/the
crafty witch overnight, her scents, and her magical spells. Love to my goddess
divine, hopeless romantic in her dance ~ her rhymes and my waking 3<sup>rd</sup>
eye.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sliding in and
out of this lifestyle but <u>only</u> when I’m penning it down like a madman
w/a weapon carving up a willing page with my heart on. Come around to the live
mosaic of thoughts screaming to her city a breath of sin. Come around to the
fractals and the music, maybe the lounge muzak too.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Living with the curious
faces pushing out through my crowded tv screen with a snow storm influence.
Faces holding each other back while reaching for the common aqualung. Electro-sharp
from the abandoned plug and one of them changed the channel on me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
(click-click)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Brief sanctuary
is <u>never</u> sufficient no matter <u>what</u> they tell you. It disappears as
quickly as your candid youth.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sittin’ here
enjoying the free shift on my knob and the wicked tiptoes that dance ninja
style across the phone wire shaking raindrops loose for the next barrage of
sinful hopes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Flying the good
time as always and doing the other in a clandestine manner with the gamey smell
of the condor making its way out like a poison to a frantic schnoz.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Grand egress <u>is</u>
the American way.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Victor Millan</div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-78481623381006030822014-02-27T23:17:00.000-08:002014-02-27T23:18:53.876-08:00Endless Love<div class="MsoNormal">
Summer dawned
with its capital radiance and sexual magnetism.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Our lives were
brought together by mere chance. A throw of the fates.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One from one
side of the world.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And she .
. . from the other.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Think back to
when we were young and indomitable and the world as unhinged and magnificent as
it was, belonged to us.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You expressed
your burning passion for me w/every mesmerizing look. With every perfumed
touch. W/my breaths caught in sighs by your faithful kisses.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My love for you
was undying.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Later days and
later songs the bouquet was gambled away and the gods showed<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
that we’d be
together forever.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i> Winter
creeped in with ruthless depression. Unforgiving and cold.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i> Abandon
your memories and the years.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i> She’s
now gone. I feel lonely and dismal.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i> There’ll
<u>never</u> be another one like you.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In my old age I
think back and I <u>know</u> that I’ve lived a full life. I <u>know</u> that my
affairs are settled. Soon enough I will join my one and only love.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I lay in
heartbreak as I near this death. Pain not in my body but in my aged soul for I
know I’ll have to make this journey alone; without my beloved.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We’ll soon meet
again my goddess ~ my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My one<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and only love. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p>- Victor Millan</o:p></div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-19441962000740866362014-02-27T22:42:00.000-08:002014-02-27T22:44:00.044-08:00To The Gutter<div class="MsoNormal">
Rabid jealousy death bed keeps hammering the
laughing knives deep into my cold and breaking heart. Feeling disheveled and
I’m drowning in my feelings as they quickly become unharnessed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Raging insomniac I get covered in my own
vitriol ~ gnawing psychotic thinking about killing through the mocking night.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>I
wanna destroy the world<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>but
you mean the world to me.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Endless love falls to the gutter.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p>- Victor Millan</o:p></div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-79692893612117350802014-02-11T22:22:00.000-08:002014-02-11T22:22:49.525-08:00Hey Italiano!<div class="MsoNormal">
(This is a letter I wrote in March 2005 to my friend Giacomo who lives in Italy. I liked it so much that I gave it a title and here it is.)</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hey man, quick question.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Have you gotten the 2 emails I sent you from work?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Just curious.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Just a little bit stoned but not like in the <st1:place w:st="on">Middle East</st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Just living it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My life.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Loving it but not like MacDonalds.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don’t want no Big Mac Heart Attack.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gotta leave the mark of the pen.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Like Zorro but with a V.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No VD on this Peniliticus. No tricks for the victor.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No words to carry on conversations.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No sadness. No tears. No gout.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Only fog, a dinged up surfboard and waiting for waves.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The early days before the cocaine phase.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
See what happens when cannabis is king?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I go off and write like Jesus Christ Porno Star.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Broken down Pope shouldering atrocities driving in his
glass-mobile car.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Who says "blasphemy"?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Michael Jackson.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Who touched Macauley Caulkin?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Michael Jackson.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Who's whiter than my euphoric Snow White?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Michael Jackson.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why's the world turning in a negative spin?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not Mikey's fault.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A species lives for about a 100,000 years they say. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When's our time up?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Comeuppance motherfucker!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The Mayan calendar says 2012. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Does Kim Jong Il agree with that?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Who's got big enough balls to drop the Nuke and then
wait for the payback?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not I said the fly . . . and then the swatter came
down.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The hand of god like a hammer.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The hand of Vic like a fire.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Like the Condor not the <st1:city w:st="on">Phoenix</st1:city>.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The Pornographer in transit.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The sputum in your rectum. ~ Sounds German to the
Peruvian.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Adrenaline rush like Steve McQueen jumping a motorcycle
over a fence in The Great Escape.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A sentence too long like death by an Abu Musab
decapitation.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A wife to beat for the half men.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A world to transform for the brown man.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And with that said I'm gonna go transform some leaf
into smoke.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Be cool Italiano.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
- Victor Millan</div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-5657400305686976442013-10-11T18:33:00.000-07:002013-10-11T18:33:17.252-07:00Those Days<div class="MsoNormal">
Curse these
days.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Curse me and my
unpleasant company.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My complacency.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Damn my
ignorance.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">2.13.08<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Victor Millan</span></b></div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-82941754157744899952013-10-07T19:52:00.001-07:002015-12-16T21:41:15.622-08:00About Eric<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t know why
you keep contact w/this guy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why you let him
breathe on you. Manipulate you.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Obstruct you.
Break you.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why you let him
touch your body the way no one should.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He’s <u>nothing</u>.
Not even dirt. At least good things can grow from dirt. With him, you plant a
seed and his cancer immediately overtakes and infects you.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
His tweaked out
pornomania might be enticing and hot for a good laugh or a quick erection, but
what more can he give you except a faceful of shit during his paranoid crack
sessions. Did I say shit? I meant a faceful of fist.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Look inside
yourself. I mean <u>really</u> look at the angels of your guard and tell me why
you wasted even 2 seconds on this waste of skin.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why you didn’t
kill his fat ass when you had the chance.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You
should’ve . .
. ahhh forget it. You don’t
listen anyhow.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Victor Millan</span></div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-44277181451210286692013-09-27T12:11:00.000-07:002013-09-27T12:11:59.268-07:00Ultravox Netherworld<div class="MsoNormal">
Watching master
television w/lingering allurement triggers a hungry static that brings a steady
growth to the Sunda moss and the thick, rubbery channels networking my brain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An electric
charge bridging mirrors and defining my realities ~<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And I sink in.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sink deep within
myself to the maddening majesties of the hypnotic snow and the constant background
noise.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The voice.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The noise so
unapologetically cracking; capturing the bits of psyche left-over from the echoes
of my waking dreams.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And I sink deep.
Deeper than my hidden sins and she says . . .<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Welcome my
friend,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Teevee
retreat for king, yes<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Tv retreat my
friend<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Tv re-treat
you stay.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And I thought
about her sweet madness intoxicating the insides of my bones. One last time I
thought about her calming solitude and this netherworld which I guess I’ll have
to call home.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My home.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">1994</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Victor Millan </span></b>milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-78621646235433675592013-09-07T17:44:00.001-07:002013-09-07T17:44:37.163-07:00Farewell TumiHypnotic waters run free within my essence
picking up speed and the hair of the witch along the way to the dark, cold
mouth kissing an ever-anxious death on the teeth. Rampant within my veins they
rush, crashing against my jagged anger and making nothing of it. Swept along by
the ankles, I drown in their racing currents as my body ultimately surrenders
to a dismal and moribund highway.<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And <u>then</u> come the chilling sensations
of the last moments of life.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Awake!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now awake your haunting lives for a glimpse of
the past.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pour the sweet wine in my chalice so I’ll
never be late when you call. I love you love me but misery has other plans for
the energies of we.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A young queen of the <st1:place w:st="on">Nile</st1:place>
contemplates suicide while the others sing to her life and bargained gods anew.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My love has departed to her thousand
lifetimes; exhausted and missing my keep, I follow in suit.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Look to the heavens through a pleading
blindfold and petition forgiveness from the Righteous One. A last prayer
precedes the targeted gunshots ~ fusillade breaking the air and finding sweet
amen. My head slumps, the urine trickles, and the accordions play their heavy
notes for my names under a sunlight no longer mine.</div>
<a name='more'></a> <o:p></o:p><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
The squad is done. My execution has concluded,
seems like days unfamiliar though.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A sharp silence fills both the air and
disrespecting faces in the crowd nodding with satisfaction. Going on and on.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fugitives on the run dying to escape the I.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Escape
is futile.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The dogs are on the loose ~ The gods <u>will</u>
devour us.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pierced orchids falling easily with a windy
rain come under hasty foot. Look at the welts screaming out on my sides and
back to no one listening as they pay my sleazy way one last time.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She hides with the screen door shadows turning
face away with newspapers hanging ghost stories over head ~ a whore smoking
Saratogas barely dressed in black & ribbons getting wet with her breath
chilled and suspended anticipating a lift.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The strangler awakes in his mirror’s
reflection with a fierce hunger for blood and he throws himself a kiss packing
sweet mercy into his coat’s sleeve walking out for a thrilling night and a toss
of the luck.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A whore this night is left for dead in her
hallway with a knife penning religious tales on her pale back. Killer unknown
like the lone dollars you exchanged for a bit ‘a mattress fun some days ago.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The cracked mirror reflects my satisfied face
greasing up the glass. Lunatic child prefers the touch of narcotic harlots to
that of the virgin bride.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Behold your past lives; they bid you a distant
adieu.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Take your final sleep reminiscing all that was
til the last thought is once more forgotten behind the bone. The beauty of the
last wink letting go of everything it used to know in faith, welcoming change
and holding surprises.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The hand of death/birth.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Eternal rest.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Nov. ‘92</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Victor Millan </span></b>milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-67154870028046444392013-08-17T03:52:00.000-07:002013-08-17T03:52:01.251-07:00River IndiaThe night knows <u>all</u> of our indiscreet
sins.<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It watched us while we danced naked and spinning
drunk in the honeycombs of the moonlight’s sweet pride.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>I see you
through my dual mm. eye.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>You
cannot hide.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>I
know your exhausting sins and I crave your appetite for lust.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Break
the silence with your screams of delight.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Cover
your nakedness with mine.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>I
am everywhere.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">10/92 </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Victor Millan</span></b>milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-86053004374256295272013-08-02T21:28:00.000-07:002013-08-02T21:28:08.370-07:00Août ‘99<div class="MsoNormal">
Not too often,
but sometimes I reach the lower heights of melancholia</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
hoping to linger
just <u>long</u> enough to catch a buzz ennui.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And then I
plunge back down to hell and I try to make the best of it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And I exist.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But for the most
part</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I live to
suffer.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Aug. '99</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Victor Millan</b></div>
milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-31871002093116976052013-07-12T23:32:00.001-07:002013-07-12T23:32:09.949-07:00Me and Them<div class="MsoNormal">
I feel obese and
uncomfortably bloated. Also a bit indignant and resentful.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Out of shape.
Out of touch. Outta cool. <u>Much</u> too weak for competition ~ the way the
bulls do it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I feel like a
loose, fat, blubbery side of tit. Like an oily waste of skin.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Something I <u>don’t</u>
wanna be.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Double-chinned
and wasted.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Outdated.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Outlasted.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So <u>unlike</u>
me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Too lazy or too
tired to work out.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I feel let down
~ Out in the gutter.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the middle of
my sloth period. The Bluebird at his darkest.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t even <u>feel</u>
like writing this bullshit.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t wanna do
anything except dull my mind, overeat and go to bed w/out brushing my crooked teeth.
Stay under the sheets <i>all</i> day long w/my farts and my sock lint and do
absolutely <u>nothing</u> while the world has its way with me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Waste my time
like everyone else does but waste it <u>my</u> way.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<u>This!<o:p></o:p></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This apathy.
This shit mood.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<u>This</u><b>
</b>is what they do to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoHeader">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<u>This</u> is what I need?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<u>Fuck!</u> people.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<u>Fuck!</u> her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We’ll touch on
her later, right now I feel looked over and past due.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the wrong
place @ the wrong time w/the right skill ~</div>
<a name='more'></a><o:p></o:p><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
or so I thought.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Too broke-ass
poor to even afford myself the time to do anything for <u>me</u>.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The way it <u>should</u>
be.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pamper me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Beautify me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Love me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rest me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lust me but you
know what?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Screw you and
you and <u>Fuck</u> the world already.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I feel like I
need to get out and do things. Positive things. Learned man things.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But then I ask
myself for what?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So far the
rewards have been <u>shit</u> in
my book.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ingrate?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maybe.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Things <u>could</u>
be worse I guess and I’m sure they will be. It always shits on the brown man, but
you know what? I feel like my prime has passed on ahead of me and I should be
tossed away right now. Flushed down w/the turds and the ones that wish to die. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t <u>want</u>
to see people or <u>deal</u> w/their petty needs.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t wanna
work.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t want
this body. This will.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sometimes I just
wanna kill is what I want but I don’t know what.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maybe this is a
good thing. A bit whack . . . but good.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I think I know
what’s got me so pissed off.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s the talk.
Her talk.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Vic this and Vic that.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>You let him talk to you that way?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>What an inconsiderate asshole.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Who does he think he is?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>He’s so full of himself.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Full of shit!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Blizz Blazz<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Blizz Blazz<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Blizzy Blazz<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Man, I feel the
gossip breeze rising past me and tickling my ears.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I also feel out
of the inside loop. Tested like a common rat.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Made fun of.
Laughed at.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stories passing
behind my back giving me the finger and making me look like a fool in the
process.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You make
yourself look like a fool.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuck you!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I feel like such
an idiot. Like such a fucking loser.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Like I shouldn’t
write at all but like I said,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<u>Fuck</u> people. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maybe things <u>aren’t</u>
as rough as they should be. Maybe <u>that’s</u> what I need to get my ass in
gear again. Could be all I need is “woman” to piss me off like this one more
time.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To instigate and
then walk away. To press her ugly snout where it doesn’t belong.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Thank you woman.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And yes I say
WOMAN because you’re all the same, one as the next. You’re all mad and vulpine.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Manipulating,
fragile, hard as steel and charming.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Thank you woman.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Thank you for
conniving w/your jealous tongue. For being true to your crafty self.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maybe this time
I’ll learn my lesson and learn <u>you</u> one on payback.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maybe <u>that’s</u>
what people need.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An arrogant pain
in the ass bastard like me telling them how their faces should be.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
How their world
should spin. How they don’t matter when it comes to me and them.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I can’t pretend
anymore. Can’t slow down again.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gotta keep true
to self.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gotta keep to
the plan.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Keep Off The
Grass!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But not the weed
of weeds.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">12.24.01</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Victor Millan </span></b>milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-56461828851359709612013-06-29T03:02:00.000-07:002013-06-29T03:19:10.118-07:00June<div class="MsoNormal">
Man, this is the pits. The <u>worst</u> of bad
lucks is kicking my ass this month.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bad luck on my car. The Beast. Piece a shit
won’t start.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fast American steel from a nineteen
seventy-two brew piece a shit to you . . . when it starts. By the way, are all
mechanics colluding thieves? Sure seems like it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bad luck on Chris’s car too. Hit ‘n run
runners, if caught, should be left at the mercy of the been hit. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bad luck on my taxes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Immoral IRS money takers suffocators
heart-attackers. Granted I like the fact that my trash doesn’t collect more
trash behind my home. And I also like it that I have a flushing toilet, I can
call 911, I have electricity/power,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
paved roads, blah, blah, blah ~ but,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I still wouldn’t mind helping out the gene
pool by castrating and defecating<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
on a few of these number crunching government
payroll crooks. Never forget, it’s the <i>illusion</i>
of democracy.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bad luck on my presumptuous back. Thinking it
was young like in ’85 when I could carry the weight of the <br />
<a name='more'></a>horizon over my
shoulders but today I tweaked a muscle first thing this morning as I was waking
up . . . barely rolling over out of bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
June <u>really</u> laid it on heavy.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Either bad luck on my bridge or my dentist
hasn’t studied his craft well enough.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Seven times. 7 trips of going back & forth
during my lunch hour to this numb skull for a bridge fitting. A bridge fitting!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Dumb
ass.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Credit card companies same as legalized loan
sharking.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Threatening my nerves once a month with their
24.98% Default APR up my what-a-what?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bunch’a leeches!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And they want <u>my</u> business via
soliciting? ~ What do my Italian amicos say, Vaffanculo!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why are all the wrong people dead?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why isn’t porno king of this here world?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bad luck on the clothes dryer. It took a dump
on us two days ago. Laundromat Sunday morning trips now. Sharing folding space
with odd Angels.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you really must know ~<o:p></o:p></div>
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it’s the older, shorter Salvadorean women who
hog up the dryers with 80 lbs. worth of chonies and then the occasional
tamale/corn on the cob/mystery meat taco street vendor walks by sticking his
head in just to sell us on his hock.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A speeding ticket. A mixed up drive-thru order
~ I got someone else’s salad.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A stubbed toe on the door jamb. It's still
throbbing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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An NSF $10.00 charge on my checking account.
Like that’s gonna help me get afloat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My glasses fell off my head and broke. There
flies the cash away. It never ends.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I guess shit happens for a reason in its own
calculated time but, alright already<o:p></o:p></div>
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cut the son a break over here. Fir Christ’s
sake.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bad luck on my wallet <u>all</u> the time. Never
no money. Never no buying power.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bad luck on my goddam irregular sleeping
patterns too. <u>Any</u> little noise wakes me up at night and it happens
pretty often.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I take sleeping pills to make sure I get a
full night’s worth of rest but then my neighbors either fight or fuck too
loudly and the pill loses its wonderful charm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bad luck on life,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the sneeze, and the Bible.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, maybe not all three. Just that 1.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gotta tell you what’s right is right and
cannabis made it alright.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It helped me keep everything suave and in
perspective.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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It helped me dance when the spotlights were
on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">June ‘99</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Victor Millan</span></b>milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107723107756423035.post-81845462915925686272013-06-01T18:15:00.000-07:002013-06-01T18:15:01.183-07:00Enigmas<div class="MsoNormal">
Women are such
beautiful enigmas and I find myself @ a loss for words after thinking about
her.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>Her</u>
. . .<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wonder if
she’s masturbated to the thought of us sexing the lightning out of the energy
we spin. Too bad I can’t ask her ~ <o:p></o:p></div>
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for obvious
reasons of course . .
. and neveryoumind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Time to switch
gears n’ go be worthless for a while.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe think
about her the rest of the night while I’m trying to kick this needling confusion
outta my head. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">9.27.01</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Victor Millan </span></b>milan_millanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378215585886722244noreply@blogger.com0