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BienMal
@bienmal.bsky.social
Writer . Editor . DJ . Buena Onda
innerness is no more
than intensified sky.

an ecology of invisible
beings is observing you,

wondering what is
the weather like
under your mask.
October 7, 2025 at 1:36 AM
get in girl,
we are going to take the throne
from gravity’s perpetual tyranny.
August 23, 2025 at 1:45 PM
when the words
sound like shady lines,
you look for the
truth in the eyes,
but they can also
be in disguise,
just remember
that it’s all in the vibes,
they can never tell lies.
August 10, 2025 at 5:53 PM
when you begin to suspect that everything you are seeing is not real and might be AI-generated slop, just remember—buddhists have been calling this fake reality Samsara for 3,000 years.
July 29, 2025 at 12:11 PM
the gestalt of our era is this need to render each new event as extraordinary, dulling the memory of yesterday’s excesses, now dismissed as ordinary.
June 22, 2025 at 5:43 PM
June 20, 2025 at 8:53 PM
even absence has a shape,
and just like the space between notes makes the music, we are tailored by ethereal silhouettes.
May 30, 2025 at 7:11 PM
yeah babe, the highest level of idiocy is having an IQ gated society that the machine is about to overcome.

we better work on invaluable traits that AI cant perform: vibes, taste, insight & intuition.

and maybe we can call it having a high VQ.
March 24, 2025 at 7:20 PM
your compulsion with mentally rehearsing conversations with me is creating multiple copies of me that are trapped in different theatrical realms were they are doomed to mindlessly keep replaying those endless discussions that will never happen here. please stop.
March 22, 2025 at 1:21 PM
it all started as
all things should…
with getting lost.

i was building the walls
of the maze taller.

while you where knocking
though some doors.
February 19, 2025 at 6:07 PM
revenge is absolutely forgiven in the spiritual realm, but only if you serve it extravagantly, with great relish, sparing no expense.
February 16, 2025 at 6:46 PM
no soy este cuerpo,
ni esta mente.
sino una tercera
cosa secreta,
que tengo que llevar
por esta puerta,
hasta la cima de la torre,
soltar y dejar flotar
y a ver que chingados
es lo que queda
que lleve mi nombre.
January 29, 2025 at 7:32 PM

so the oligarchs in the US now own the presidency, the government, the military, the media, the social platforms, AI, the podcasters, the comedians, and the contrarian militias.

They are the “They”. we know their names.

if knowing that doesn’t one-shot a revolution, i don’t know what will.
January 17, 2025 at 9:29 PM

es muy temprano,
prefiero esperar
un poco más
en reaccionar,
las emociones se
tardan mucho
más en concretar,
algunos dirían
que nunca se
terminan de cocinar,
quizá antes de expresar,
una sensación es
eternamente incompleta.
January 17, 2025 at 7:59 PM

there’s something magnificent about reaching the age of rediscovering the beautiful spectrum of colors that paint world while getting covered in bruises (i have astigmatism)
January 12, 2025 at 4:10 PM

“still got it!” i say to myself, but then i immediately lose it by reminiscing about the time when i didn’t have to think i had it.
January 10, 2025 at 7:32 PM

en la vastedad de la superficialidad,
donde no hay consuelo de dios.

mi mamá no me advirtió que casi todo se desvanecería sin decir un adiós.
January 9, 2025 at 7:19 PM

dicen por ahí
que hay grietas en todo
y así es como entra la luz;
pero hay veces que,
más allá de lo quebrado,
no hay brillo por ningún lado, y lo fracturado,
sirve para derramar sombra por todos lados,
y terminan por dejar
a todo el mundo de obscuridad embarrado.
January 7, 2025 at 9:10 PM

desbordarme a lo tonto me tiene hasta el orto, no me soporto, pero siempre es mejor pasarse que quedarse corto.
January 5, 2025 at 6:21 PM

según yo, mi punto
de inflexión estaba cerca,
pero adrede permito
que la gota que derrame
el vaso sea eterna.
January 4, 2025 at 7:54 PM

time has not been our friend lately.

it disappears like quicksand through our hands.

the moment is now to steal as much time as we can.
January 2, 2025 at 6:45 PM

i say hi to the tide
that will drag
another kingdom
into the sea.

as the new river,
flowing with possibility,
passes me by.

now i know
that the setting sun
isn’t really a goodbye.
December 31, 2024 at 6:59 PM

remember how
it all began.

it is written
in the stars.

everything has
a proper ending
fitting for its start.
December 29, 2024 at 7:55 PM

he quedado como tonto tantas veces en la persecución de conexiones humanas que sería más tonto detenerme ahora.
December 26, 2024 at 6:55 PM

do you really mean i have to compete with the way music makes her feel? oh no, i rather be distant and a little bit mean.
December 25, 2024 at 11:50 PM