Jose Espinosa

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Wed, 24 Aug 2011 23:07:37 -0400

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Mon, 27 Jun 2011 11:44:51 -0400

Coffee morning.

Sat, 25 Jun 2011 17:45:42 -0400

Coffee morning.

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Sat, 18 Jun 2011 18:28:07 -0400

So in 2012, when each time zone changes to 12/21, does that mean everyone dies seperately? Because if that's the case I'll just get on a plane and fly around the world for a few hours until everyone's done dying, then come back down and be the only person alive. Fuck yeah.L

Fri, 27 May 2011 16:02:39 -0400

now that you are sharing this with tumblr, only the tumblr people will be alive.

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Sun, 22 May 2011 00:43:51 -0400

allthingseurope: via Lolo!

Tue, 21 Dec 2010 01:34:14 -0500

allthingseurope:

via Lolo!

Life Is Just Another Waiting Room

Sat, 11 Dec 2010 00:05:14 -0500

I listen closely to the sounds around me.
All the words and all the tears,
they scream at me; they all scream at me.
The world has been taken over by a melody
All the notes and all the fears,
they stare at me; they all stare at me.

I’m sitting in a waiting room.
Watching time go by.
Just let me know when you’re alright.
And scream out their names
Tear out their hearts with bare hands
Just to let them know you’re alive.

So many stories to tell
But so few reasons to mend.
And now I wonder…
I took the thorns out of a lie
Just to let you know it was the truth.
And now I wonder…

I’m sitting in a waiting room.
Watching time go by.
Just let me know when you’re alright.
And scream out their names,
Tear out their hearts with bare hands
Just to let them know you’re alive.

Honestly, I hope you break through all of this
And walk out without a scratch.
Because, in the end, all we ever do in life
is take risks and always come back alive.

myworldisweird: imagineifwewerelostatsea: (via xtnh)

Fri, 13 Aug 2010 17:19:50 -0400

myworldisweird:

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myworldisweird: Kurt Cobains suicide letter: To Boddah Speaking...

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 13:14:14 -0400

myworldisweird:

Kurt Cobains suicide letter: To Boddah

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things. For example when we’re back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can’t fool you, any one of you. It simply isn’t fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I’m having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it’s not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child. On our last 3 tours, I’ve had a much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know! I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I’ve become. I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!

(via v-junkie)

Hardly.

Thu, 08 Jul 2010 00:26:04 -0400

No one ever said you were too special or to be unknown.
No one ever gave you a reason to stand on your own.

No one ever said your dreams were too far to reach.
No one ever took away the pain to hide your greef.

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Sat, 26 Jun 2010 01:14:05 -0400

It’s a moment in which we run on lies
and we start trying to hide behind the truth.
It’s a moment in which we give up but we don’t try
to read between the lines that tell the stories of our youth.

"Remember when you were my boat and I was your sea. Together we’d float so delicately."

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 12:51:24 -0400

“Remember when you were my boat
and I was your sea.
Together we’d float
so delicately.”

- Josh Franceschi

"But, there you go again saying, “You complete me”. And, there you go again but this time..."

Sun, 13 Jun 2010 00:41:29 -0400

“But, there you go again
saying, “You complete me”.
And, there you go again
but this time you’re just leaving.”

- Jose Espinosa

Blue skies.

Sun, 13 Jun 2010 00:20:06 -0400

Blue skies are fading.
Clouds are reaching in before the sun.
These lives are changing.
We remember things we’ve never seen before.

It won’t be long.
There won’t be a minute left to show
all the things we regret ever reaching for.
It won’t be long.
There won’t be wasting time to fall
for all the things we never told people they should know.

Your promise is breaking.
Words are saying more than we want to know.
Letters are screaming
Every feeling we never meant to unfold.

There’s nothing left for us to do.
There’s nothing left for us to prove.
We can either hope for rain
or we can wait for the sky and blue.

It won’t be long (it won’t be at all).
Not a minute left to show.
It won’t be long (it won’t be at all).
Not a minute left to know.

..

Sat, 15 May 2010 19:03:00 -0400

“Sometimes, our hearts hurt more than we reveal. Sometimes, our smiles lack the feelings in which we conceal. Sometimes, what we hide is who we are. And sometimes, where we are supposed to be is not very far. But who we are is what we show, because to the world, that is what we bestow. It’s like rainy day in the month of May: unwanted, but expected; vulnerable, but protected. We walk on the edge, in hopes of not falling. But if we do, we know it’s our calling.

As laughter sweeps the lives of many, tears embody the hearts of plenty, fill our lives with hopes and joys dreaming of maintaining ones poise. We strive to be who we want to be. But it’s affected by that of which people see. Truth unfolds in the lies of some, while lies unfold from what some become. Whatever life brings, the heart should be what always sings. No more echoes from those around you; time to learn from all you’ve been through. A love once loved, or a hurt you forever have shoved. A lesson comes with each mistake, and a lesson comes with each accomplishment. Always be real, and never fake. Never hide behind a wall of cement. Those who hide are unable to confide; those who hide are hurting probably inside.
Breathe in each moment, and in each moment, take a breath. If you must, let the tears fall. If you must, punch down each and every wall. Life is a path, in which each must take. Which ones you choose, is a choice you must make.”

Dead end

Thu, 13 May 2010 23:37:48 -0400

I found out just now
that it’s a path not worth following.
Another useless thought
that I can’t put into words without falling.
Tell me what to do…
Tell me which way to go.
Because I know I’m lost
but I also know I’m not with you.

Scream it out loud;
Speak up and say that I was never good enough to make you proud.
Turn your lips into a knife
and make them cut right into my soul.

Down on the ground
another lie leaves a memory worth breaking.
A misguided voice
keeps telling me that this the wrong way to go from here.
Tell me what to do…
Tell me which way to go.
Because I know I’m lost
but I also know I’m not with you.

Scream it out loud;
Speak up and say that I was never good enough to make you proud.
Turn your lips into a knife
and make them cut right into my soul.

I only see a dead end
and a message that says
that you were here for more than 2 days.
Another irony to tell
and an unfinished tale
that reads the story of two people without shame.

Scream it out loud;
speak up and say that I was never good enough to make you proud.

Apart From Today

Tue, 11 May 2010 20:45:00 -0400

Today was the day
that we both stood up;
the day that we all hung
pictures up on the wall.
They remind us about the way
that we all used to
spend hours waiting for the flash to go off.

We stayed on and off again.
We never chose a side to stay.
All we ever had to do was say
that this couldn’t be any better.
That you could’ve been all that was worth that day.

We got what we deserved:
a plate full of self-inflicted pain
to keep us both inside this game.
We had what we could’ve lost:
a plate full of memories and blame
to keep us both apart from today.

We stayed on and off again.
We never chose a side to stay.
All we ever had to do was say
that this couldn’t be any better.
That you could’ve been all that was worth that day.

Maybe avoiding you wasn’t easy.
Maybe it was just a way to show you that I cared.
Maybe I never meant those words to sound so seriouslly.
Maybe it was just a way to talk myself out of this mess.

...

Tue, 04 May 2010 23:16:00 -0400

“I see people walking past me, hand in hand, face to face. I sit back and wander around the misteries of life; why did it have to be me, the one who was set to be left behind?”

Words of sad tongues are deeper, indeed. The consecuence is only the reason that lies within the unkown. And yet, we try to define life as a gift given to be later taken away, as if we didn’t know beforehand that we can never have something for as long as we keep our hearts pumping. No one will ever be pure enough to say that all he/she has ever wished for, will be close from start to finish. But the problem is that not many people have an open mind as when it comes to seeing things as what they are, and not was what they want them to be.

Missing piece.

Mon, 03 May 2010 21:37:00 -0400

Have I told you?
Have I told you what it meant?
What it meant to be with you.
And know what I could’ve had with you.
Have I told you?
Have I told you how much I cared?
How much I cared to lose you.
And know what I could’ve had with you.

I only know that we won’t make it
if we take these words back.
But line after line, once or twice again,
we find something that we lack.

So take a piece and pull it together;
make this puzzle complete for once and forever.
I’ll be waiting with a frame to hold it up
and hang it on the wall for us to remember.

Had I been there?
Had I been there enough?
Enough time to make you run away.
And leave everything behind as you left.

I only know that we won’t make it
if we take these words back.
But line after line, once or twice again,
we find something that we lack.

So take a piece and pull it together;
make this puzzle complete for once and forever.
I’ll be waiting with a frame to hold it up
and hang it on the wall for us to remember.

It never mattered if I called out your name;
it never mattered if I never came to realize
that what we had, could and should’ve been.
But I can’t bring back the past; I bring back the memories
that we once had; that we once belonged to.

So take a piece and pull this together;
Don’t waste your time on trying to figure out
what could’ve turned out of all of this.
“Hurry up before it all falls apart.”