SoyUnPoeta;

OCTOBER 2026

24th: Thank you all for the support.

24th:

I keep forgetting I cant believe everything I hear.Off to a bad start so lets get this party over with.

I know, my attitude isnt humble and im sorry privately. I cant apologize publicly a simple “sorry” will have the wolfs watering at their mouths. You can try if you want but these monsters cant hear your reasons, all they hear is a bitch. As a young champion, thou shall not fear. Hold it together please and dont go anywhere. Stand on your own two feet, transcend through romance. Theres a learning curve.Get stomped flat. Take just what you need. Give yourself a try. Fake for how long until you become real? Until your heart completely dies. Until you’re torn to shreds. Never explain yourself again to avoid wasting your time. Explain yourself every time because they must know what you mean? How far should we run? A million miles, how many do you need?

20th:

200 words a day is challenging.

Ill keep you updated.

18th:

I know you just wanna smoke marijuana. You can do whatever drugs, I wont faultcha. All wock if you wanna. Anything you could get your hands on. But dont be judging my lifestyle dont be telling me shit. Pressing my buttons “Arent you a man?” I heard this one before, I dont even make a face. Ive been getting told Im cute almost everyday, isnt this what I wanted? Still not gon do what you say. Surgery getting affordable maybe we should do it today? Or we could keep sitting on the sideline, afraid.

Explanation: Im am being very rude. Originally it was ” I know you just wanna smoke marijuana, I love you for me so trip and fall and Ill catch you anyday.” It was about giving it your all but im dealing with manipulators. Im leaving guys, I swear. I just need to hold out a little longer.

18th:

Instagram Is A Slippery Slope.

Everyone is successful on there. I block all the emails Instagram still sends me. Last time I opened Instagram on my phone was 12/21/25; They aren’t even being offensive. You’re allowed to be the GIANT; to do what you WANT. I just like it better outside, over here.

A CLOSE ENCOUNTER

It would be nice to be friends forever. I said “Armando” in english she looked at me then I said “Armando” in spanish she said “ohhh Armando”. I didnt think they sounded that different either way these people I meet passing by* I hope its for something. That sounds like symptoms of the wrong mentality. Luck hasn’t struck only close encounters.

17th:

ARMANDO

The front page is inspired by my 2 day stay in Huntington + face full of eyes.

Its muddy and because I only listen to contemporary rap, I miss out on a lot of good stuff. Or should I say “contemporary” and “rap”. Im doing the best I can. There are other genres. I guess that’s for somebody else to put me on.

Its true that -what you got going on I cant do better and I dont have any “but(s)” or secret advantages that invalidates your life. Its just a fact of the matter. Ill just be here every day forever until one of us dies.

16th:

I have every next-magazine saved on my computer.

“A FEW WORDS WITH KAZUTOSHI LIDA FROM THIS MAGAZINE.” PG51

NEXT Generation 36 Dec 1997 Download

Im excited.I have no release dates. Life is too unpredictable. I wish we could have a conversation. When I get little glimpses, the rest just unfolds. I wanna have those deep conversations everyday.

How do you begin explaining the depth? I start with my steam deck?

I wonder what you know.

. I can see you need others validation to make a move, without the validation of others you just -“cant”… Im trying to show you how to stand on your own two feet.

10th-13th

Do You Dream?

Flowers Are So Contradictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.

… The little prince also uprooted, a little sadly, the last baobab shoots. He believed he would never be coming back. But all these familiar tasks seemed very sweet to him on this last morning. And when he watered the flower one last time, and put her under glass, he felt like crying

“Good-bye” He said to the flower. But she did not answer him. “Good-bye” he repeated. The flower coughed. But not because she had a cold.

“Ive been silly,” she told him at last. “I ask your forgiveness. Try to be happy.” He was surprised that there were no reproaches. He stood there, quite bewildered, holding the glass bell in midair. He failed to understand this calm sweetness.

“Of course I love you,” the flower told him. “It was my fault you never knew. It doesn’t matter. But you were just as silly as I was. Try to be happy… Put that glass thing down. I dont want it anymore.”

“But the wind…”

“My cold isnt that bad… The night air will do me good. Im a flower.”

“But the animals…”

“I need to put up with two or three caterpillars if I want to get to know the butterflies. Apparently they’re very beautiful. Otherwise who will visit me? You’ll be far away. As for big animals, Im not afraid of them. I have my own claws.” And she naively showed her 4 thorns. Then she added “Dont hang around like this; its irritating. You made up your mind to leave. Now go.”

For she didn’t want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower.

AND THAT IS INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.

Thinking about The Little Prince, “but roses are naive, even if some have nasty thorns”. Sydney was the only one willing to talk about it with me. I was looking for someone like a Captain with the map n shit.

CAN YOU SHOW ME WHAT ITS LIKE WHERE YOU’RE FROM?

I think this environment gave me all it could give.

I felt the passion again today. I woke up feeling superstitions (is that even the term?) like something good was gonna happen to me.

I NEED SOMEBODY WITH A FACE I CAN SEE -ON REPEAT.

I spoke to Emi about multiplying fortune. I told her I could look at my wrist without a watch and know what time it is. I looked at my wrist, -They yelled out the time. We both said woah! Like how do you feel? I said great. She had mentioned that that was power. Not what I expected but that action expressed way more than any bundle of words ever could. We talked about love and bully’s/getting bullied and how its a must that you “give yourself credit” because that’s power. I think I can fall in love with her. She’s super beautiful with wishes and aspirations.

ITS HARD TO SAY WHAT IT IS I REALLY WANTED

Britney never gives attention away like that. She was honking crazy and I told her to shh. After a while the honking stopped. I kept writing with my broken pencil tip. When I finally finished I put the book down, I realized to my left she’s behind me. She starts asking and grabbing my stuff. She sits on my cart as I get up to confront her(she was reading my journal), she already had my attention so there wasn’t a need to be doing all of that. She opened herself up to me, gave me all of her presence. She was quickly checking my wallet, She saw the photos, drawings and stickers I had. “Whats this?” She said as she pulled out my dog stickers I always keep with me. “A birthday gift” I dont think she heard me. Maybe that would have set off a conversation of “how important lucky charms are”. Either way we carried on, a long time. I dont know I think she likes that. She was doing little smiles; I know she was feeling something for sure.

ITS HARD TO SAY -WHAT I REALLY WANTED?

“I love a lot of things. Ive loved so ive been in love…” To maximum potential? “-DO YOU DREAM?” She interrupted. -A day of multiplying fortune and making good decisions. “Yes.”

MAYBE

“A FEW WORDS WITH

LINGBLING?”

ARMANDO?”

**The weather has been so beautiful. I wrote it as its written in my notes, the live reaction.**

9th:

MEMORY IS FAR AWAY

Silent Heaven

I feel like ass today = I need to try harder.

I cant do it.

Im seriously scared.

-Thats how I feel when I think about permanent changes. Im just saying, that may be how i feel but I “AM” embracing change. My environment is unrecognizable sometimes and frankly I dont like it. Its also because im in my room typing this out. Its easier to feel like ass when Im on the computer. As I plan to take over and become the hottest of all time. What do I have so far? Where do I begin? I need direction. I keep catching myself subconsciously resigning to what people think of me. To what people think I should be. And thats a straight up NO. A no. & yes my head hurts because I feel ugly. I think when the role play is over, im thinking about a girl that “likes” me. When the role plays over, theres no love for me. Thats why I ignore it. I have to say thank you. But goodbye.

And I run around, with a it is what it is attitude.

. My face is seriously wide. So how long?

A criminal has never paid for my gas. Which is an interesting story I heard last night. I wanna get that memorable. Ive been seeing shit that really saddens me, I need to leave.

Would you be mine? Could you be mine?

uh uhu uh …so lets make the most of this beautiful dayyy.

Count their fingers. Kiss their cheek. And lets hold it down.

Put down the bottle, there is always redemption!

So come dance with me…

How To Tell You That I Miss You When Im Currently On This Mission?

Do it for your soul.

New job, higher pay to get this bread -thicker.

Move past the aesthetic, lets try to reach a goal.

“Its completely healthy and often beneficial to accept reality and let go of external pressures.”

Cry yourself into a better time.

8th:

Twin,Bestie,Kin;

-Sustainably yours. Something sustainably yours. What would you have suggested?

“…Had I been different, I would have love in my arms right now.

I kept talking about that in every post.

I almost just wanna delete it all. “

7th:

as you guys know I stopped programing to make friends, okay not like that but ive been focusing on talking to people; but theres a big buttt.

without classic strawberry taste my mind is decomposing.

My whole system revolves around classic strawberry taste.

Why Does This Video Inspire Me?

I feel like the cameraman when I watch this.

It gives me hope, idk why.

I Like These Ordinary Days

I dont have to think about much and I kinda just hang out with my mom.

2nd:

“Rich Conversations”

When it was only “one” conversation.

#FAF9F6: Is the cream color of this page.

I thought “te digo un secreto” was such a breakthrough. Waited to be emotionally charged but that never came.

I was talking about “overthinking shit” like when was that ever a problem for me.

September 8th and before are valid:

Ex convicts playing jazz I feel was real too.

There was a specific post I wanted to dissect but I guess it was just in my head cause I cant find it. Ima still speak on it but I cant quote it.

My car broke on Aquarium day.

Im sick. My head hurts and everything. I got a Text at 3am requesting a poptart for some weird reason that made me feel disgusted.

You get me things like that. I was suppressing things like that.

Had I been different, I would have love in my arms right now.

I kept talking about that in every post.

I almost just wanna delete it all.

That mike concert was the best way to end the month, it actually gave me perspective. I usually go to places alone anyway but you know, its like ive been ignoring it.

I wrote a poem.

In My Sticky Notes

Please, can you put those cigarettes away,

I dont wanna see em today

I dont wanna be mad today

I dont wanna get sad today

I say, “I love you” today

you light up, blow smoke near my face.

whats the matter? Why does it matter?

I want what you want today,

You want what I want today?

You know talk like that hits me a little harder.

It puts me in the dirt.

1st:

Without Somebody Things Are Seriously Meaningless

I felt alone in the earl and mike show. And thats what sparked this post. Im going to make some confessions that I know are going to (when you read it) completely obliterate our romantic relationship? Im very hesitant to call it that because, I will be honest I do not love you.

My ex left a lot of homework that needs” catchingup on.” Its rude and cringe. It sounds selfish but read my recent posts they show my mental health is in decline. Its this lack of connection.

I had an emotional conversation with a coworker that I would like to share. She is one of those fake “romantic interests” where people think its a romantic thing going on but we just go along with it in public but in private we’re really friends. She is 26, turning 27? Age is important for the context, im basically lil bro.We were talking about kids and school and girlfriends and boyfriends, husbands and wives.—

Without Somebody That “Means Something”, Things Are Seriously Meaningless

Don’t believe me? Im going to dissect my September posts to show you how mundane Ive become. Ive become a skeleton, shoot my head off. Ill lose my head but wont lose rank. I feel like a fallen angel, I know Im not even close to being holy. I dont need your judge bellingham strikes in order to knock me off.

THE ORIGIN PLACE HOLDER TEXT

Before I begin, I want to say some things. The archive is about remembering media that imprinted on me, left a lasting impression. Media that made me feel less alone. I save things to show you. With the whole “feeling less alone” thing maybe the art could do the same for you.

So then what’s this?

Just memories. Engaging non-diverse structures. I thought, “whats the best way to launch an archive?” A small archive on the history of kids4codeine.com.

Before the “creative expression” aspect of k4c this was the main thing.

It might like look like nothing to you and I understand why you might not feel that way. It took me years to get here. “YEARS?!?” yes years. I cant explain it, I look at these images and I see my life. It took me a long time to let go of white backgrounds. “It took you years to let go of white background? and you’re barely here?”. Yes, like the waves its not always a guarantee ill get more inland with every attack and how much I get to keep with every retreat back down the beach. But like a true alchemist ive set out to figure out a way to create gold from nothing. Im only happy that way, the day I finally craft gold im not sure Im going to know what to do with it. I dedicate so much of my focus, my time on my creative writing, it just makes me feel good but talking isnt action. Spending significant time alone talking to yourself starts to feel like nothing otherworldly. In fact you start to get to know yourself very well. Spend too much time alone and you start losing that mask since you dont have to lie to yourself, you know what comes with yourself, what kind of child, what kind of teenager, why kind of young adult, all these years and I feel like im barely getting right today. Since this isnt an act, Im able to express to you my truth. Even when I grow older and forget about the struggles or disappear entirely the pages will keep the light alive. Just like virgils ablohs work, his blog .