“May we honor all the men, women, children and animals who have died in wars past, present and future.
May we think of families affected by war, famine, disease and death.
May the leaders of countries also listen to the ideas of peacemakers, grandmothers and children before starting a war.
May we be at peace all the time. May this begin right this very second.”
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Articular
Naci con tres lenguas,
la cuarta, fue cortada y arrojada
al fuego, todavía lambiendo
ascuas de la mañana el día después
ellos dijeron que pequeñas perlas negras
se formaron a su alrededor.
Me encerraron.
Escogido para nombrar a nuestro pueblo,
avisos y flechas señalando hacia el sur,
sureño, pancartas conduciendo a la voz de
mitad hombre mitad gorrón fluido huracán
murmullo.
Allí cante y conté historias
de ocre oscuro e intenso azul. Y allí dije
Eureka llevando al último dios a arrodillarse.
(c) Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua
You have no clue how happy I am to see this band live once again. Wait. Do you?
These Are The Riches Of The Poor!
I can’t believe I’ve kept this cassette after all these years. It’s warped as hell but contains so many fingerprints from friends. It’s a time capsule of 8th grade breakupcore music. 
