My machine.
It tried its best.
Carried me and my bullshit.
Two years. More or less.
Mechanic, just today!
“drive it til it clunks out on you.”
No fixing the rattle.
Needs an engine transplant.
10 east, off ramp.
Sharp curve rolling stop.
Gas, there’s that rattle.
Louder? Radio off.
Louder. Damn it.
More pedal…shit, it’s loud.
Round my corner.
Rattle turned Clunk.
Motor swap.
I don’t think so.
Lack of funds.
270,000+ miles a full life.
Gold Goblin.


Currently reading:  The Ice Hotel by MC Foley


President of United States Incorporated. Tonald Drump.

Copyright Jesse Velasquez All Rights Reserved.




Special Olympics Fundraiser

My cousin in South Carolina has started a fundraising page for the Special Olympics in South Carolina. It’s a great cause! Share some Love.
To donate click on my cousin’s image, it will take to the fundraising page. Thank You!!

Election 2016

This year I’m voting for the Green Party and though I’m for the legalization of Marijuana, I am voting NO on prop 64 because it’s not legalization if people are punished with jail time for using a plant that can heal, medicate, clothe, feed, shelter and fuel the world.  Dump and Hilory, yeah, my misspelling of their names is intentional. I’m voting for the only humans on the ballot – Jill Stein and Ajamu Baraka.

The music – Discharge “Corpse of Decadence” Complete song below.

Faith is personal.

No faith in fiction. Love is almighty. Nature will prevail. Jesse Velasquez TrappedInFlesh

So I’m getting older.

It’s a trip when you think about death.  It’s going to happen to all of us.  I sometimes wonder how many doctors are out there practicing for profit.  People that end up with shit like cancer- do their doctors try to heal them or do they just do  what is necessary to keep the patient alive and on medication.

This past June I dislocated my shoulder.  It fucking hurt.  Along with the dislocation I had a scrape with a deep-ass cut in the center of it on my knee.  The doctor prescribed me an ointment that I was to apply twice a day.  I did, but on the third day I was going to put more cream on the wound, I didn’t.  The edges of the scrape were bright red, as if someone drew on me with a loud red marker.  The cut in the the scrapes center was turning nasty, looked meaty and raw.  I freaked out so I doused it with peroxide and with ten to twenty minutes it cleared.  I informed the doctor.  She tells me “don’t use the peroxide too much, it will kill healthy skin/tissue too, just use soap and water to clean it and keep it clean.”  SOAP AND WATER!!!  Why didn’t she tell me that in the first place?

Everyone have a great weekend!

The Job

Another day at the job. It’s my third day back.  I thought I was going to hate returning to a job where creativity, almost, does not exist.  But it’s not so bad.  I use to see it as “I’m a deli guy trying to be an artist.” Now I see it clearly.  I’m an artist working at a deli.  The good thing is that art does not require a desk and chair and thanks to technology, I don’t have to carry a sketchbook, I can draw or write notes on my phone.  Time to get ready.  Have a great day world.