Julio Bonilla’s Reviews > Barrio Bushido > Status Update

What the fuck you talkin about, nigga, This is ....

Go because I want you to go.

The kiss was sweeter than wine, softer than clouds in the sky, tender as veal on the plate. I was more than Lobo could ever have hoped for, more than his imagination could comprehend. It was only a fairy-tale dream, yet it was happening to him right there at that moment, and he felt it with all....

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I grew up when I was two years old. I’ve been doing this for a while now and it’s more than just my job, it’s an adventure—except there ain’t no retirement plan here.

Whenever they were coming down off a high, they would tell me there was such a thing as a savior. They body, they confidently proclaimed, never rots, but I saw both Mama and Papa in that funeral home, in cardboard boxes because no one could afford red wood, and they were both stinking and rotting and vanishing forever before my very eyes.

Yeah, we used to kick it, but that was many moons ago. I'm in the force now and those days are long gone.

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Great love is great pain.

Always kicking people in their ass, and sometimes the elements trying to kick mine. Sometimes lonely, sometimes sad, sometimes losing my mind, but always with a straight face, never let anyone into my dreams or nightmares because let me tell you—the war haunted, but I always fought back with what I knew worked: sweat and solid drink.

Fires and vehicles lined up uniformly just like a good Marine Corps outfit should. Blown up tanks, uneven sand, and full force forward. It was a perfect magnificent beauty in a satanically morbid situation.

Ayy! Move aside world cause here I come.