Wednesday, December 30, 2015


Well, I’m writing this two days before the New Year and I have to say, I don’t see a new me coming this year. Sure this blog broke the 10,000 read milestone, but I have yet to meet someone because of my work. I finished filming for the mockumentary “PEREZ: THE FILM”, which is a great thing, and gives me something to work on, but the future for how the film is going to be received is a mystery. There were deaths, and some cases of bad luck throughout the year that occurred inside my family and out of it, and its left me tired. I guess that’s what I want to blame all the problems this year on, but I know I can’t. “Of course I can’t edit today, how can I?” is a phrase I have found myself saying sometimes, but if I’m speaking from an honest part of my head, there shouldn’t have been any excuses for why I should have taken a day off from work. 2015 served as a year, and I believe you will all agree with me, of growth and self-realization that some things we’re doing are becoming less like bad habits and reminiscing, and more like addictions and odd obsessions. I don’t know what to expect this upcoming year because expectations usually result in disappointment, and that’s the last thing I need at this point. Well, I have to go now, for my mother calls, and I must go. I guess all I can really say is, let’s make 2016 a great year! I’m sorry I sound so sad, I’ll power through though. Have a good one guys.

Rodolfo Perez


Sunday, December 27, 2015




Thoughts of a Madman

A Program Of Haikus By: Ricardo Perez


A smile, I greet you

Bye, go back to what you know

I am a side-ho.


Always rebeling

Going against the current

But I cannot swim


Happiness exists

Consists of joy and content



The fridge is empty

The deli was closed today

Happy thanksgiving


indifferent people

having feelings is the worst

she laughs while you frown


Sunday, December 20, 2015






Sunday, December 13, 2015

Sunday Writings


By: Christopher Edwin Breaux


Could this be earth, could this be light

 Does this mean everything’s going to be alright?

 One look out my window there's trees talking like people.


 I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound

 I dreamt of gravity keeping us around

 I slept in the darkness it was lonely and it was silent


 What is this love,

 I don't feel the same

 Don't believe what this is,

 could be given a name

 I awoke,

 you there chasing planets on my forehead


 But I forget 23 like I forget 17

 And I forget my first love, like you forget a day dream

 And what of all my wild friends,

 and the times I've had with them

 Will all fade to grey soon

 like the TV station.

Saturday, December 5, 2015







*I recommend using headphones for the best experience, you might catch something ;)

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Quiet Tables


Quiet Tables

By: Rodolfo Perez


I sit alone.

Alone at a quiet table, against my will.

There is always a sign telling me there should be no talking,

But that is hardly ever the case.

I keep my life filled with people who find themselves


But every once in a while there is a case like the one I am partaking in at this moment.

The quiet air swells, and leaves me struggling

To breathe




Over and over and over.

My mind begins to wander.

I think of idiotic plans.

Plans to win over the people I struggle to keep close in my life,

But with every thought and inconsiderate word

I drift.



Into the empty space in my head

Only to blanket myself,

In the false confidence, and fatty compartments,

That are my hopes for a normal life.


Monday, November 16, 2015


English Transcript: It’s difficult to express the way life happens now. Hello everyone, and welcome to an unfortunate edition of Me Talking. A lot has happened over the last few days, and it’s taken a lot to gather my thoughts on the recent events in Paris and the recent events that have effected myself and my family, and the majority of this post will be about what atrocities transpired that can’t and will not be forgotten. I apologize to anyone effected by this tragedy, but that is all I can really say. I have lost friends and family to violence, but I cannot say I have ever lost someone when they did nothing to earn their eternal punishment. Those who died in Paris were people like you and me. They were soccer fans, music enthusiasts, daughters, sons, fathers, and mothers just trying to enjoy life for what it really was, and to have a group of people come in and rip those small spots of “happiness” from them is something that cannot be expressed nor fixed through advice or poetry or a written letter of condolences. All I can do, not just as a writer or artist, but as a friend to several of the French descent, is tell you all that there will come a day where this threat will pass. The French people have always opened their arms to those in need of a physical and cultural home, but the threat of terrorism has shaken the very foundation to which the French people view other cultures and ways of life. I don’t apologize much for I feel all I do is done through a lack of impulsiveness, but believe me when I say I’m sorry for all that’s happened, and I offer my condolences. With all that being said, I will have to postpone the sneak preview of “PEREZ: THE FILM” until December 5th, due to personal reasons. I apologize for the delay, but I know all of you reading this will understand the reason why I’ve decided to make this decision. To be frank, too much shit has happened and I need a moment to think, and I believe at a time like this, some good thought for once is just what the world needs. Thank you.
                                                            Rodolfo Perez
Transcription Francais: Il est difficile d'exprimer la façon dont la vie se passe maintenant. Bonjour à tous, et bienvenue à un malheureux édition de Moi Qui Parle. Beaucoup de choses ont passé au cours des derniers jours, et il a fallu beaucoup de rassembler mes pensées sur les récents événements à Paris et les événements récents qui moi et ma famille ont effectuées, et la majorité de ce poste sera sur ce atrocités apparu que ne peut pas et ne sera pas oubliée. Je présente mes excuses à quiconque effectuée par cette tragédie, mais qui est tout ce que je peux vraiment dire. Je l'ai perdu des amis et la famille à la violence, mais je ne peux pas dire que je l'ai jamais perdu quelqu'un quand ils ne faisaient rien pour gagner leur châtiment éternel. Ceux qui sont morts à Paris étaient des gens comme vous et moi. Ils étaient des fans de football, les amateurs de musique, filles, fils, pères et mères juste essayer de profiter de la vie pour ce qu'elle était vraiment, et d'avoir un groupe de personnes entrent et rip ces petites taches de «bonheur» d'eux est quelque chose qui ne peut pas être exprimé ni fixe grâce à des conseils ou de poésie ou une lettre écrite de condoléances. Tout ce que je peux faire, et pas seulement comme un écrivain ou d'un artiste, mais comme un ami à plusieurs de la descente française, est de vous dire tout ce qu'il y viendra un jour où cette menace va passer. Les Français ont toujours ouvert leurs bras à ceux qui en ont besoin d'une maison physique et culturelle, mais la menace du terrorisme a ébranlé les fondements même à laquelle les Français considèrent les autres cultures et modes de vie. Excusez-moi pas beaucoup car je sens que je ne fais se fait par un manque d'impulsivité, mais croyez-moi quand je dis que je suis désolé pour tout ce qui est arrivé, et je vous offre mes condoléances. Avec tout cela étant dit, je vais devoir reporter l'aperçu de “PEREZ: THE FILM” jusqu'au 5 Décembre, pour des raisons personnelles. Je suis désolé pour le retard, mais je sais tout de vous lire cela va comprendre la raison pour laquelle je l'ai décidé de prendre cette décision. Pour être franc, trop de la merde est arrivé et je besoin d'un moment pour réfléchir, et je crois à un moment comme celui-ci, une bonne pensée pour une fois est tout ce que le monde a besoin. Merci
                                                            Rodolfo Perez

Monday, November 9, 2015

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Monday, October 26, 2015


There have been few dinners parties quite like it.

It's December 12 1972, the night at which Marie-Hélène de Rothschild held her famous Surrealist Ball at Ferrières. As you can probably guess by her surname, she was a member of the ultra-wealthy Rothschild banking family. Few made the guest-list but if you did, it was the ultimate seal of approval from Parisian high-society.
The requirements for the evening were "Black tie, long dresses & Surrealists heads" nothing more, nothing less. In keeping with the theme, the invitation which she sent was actually written backwards - to read the invite you had to hold it up to a mirror.
Now when money is no object, the only limit is ones imagination and it's fair to say that Marie-Hélène certainly had plenty in supply. Firstly she insisted the iconic Château where the party was to be housed, be floodlight with sweeping amber lights, designed to create the illusion the building was on fire. Once instead, she made sure the entire staircase was filled with servants and footmen dressed as cats - all in various poses of sleep.
And once you'd overcome that initial shock, guests were then forced to enter a hellish labyrinthine maze - where should you get lost, one of the "cats" would rescue you and whisk you away where you'd be formally greeted by Marie-Hélène herself. On this particular night, she was wearing an enormous giant's head that was crying tears of diamonds.
Even the great Salvador Dali was in attendance that evening, no doubt being bewitching and entertaining in equal amounts. This is just an account from just one of her parties - she had many. But whatever the date, whomever attended, she was meticulous in planning every finite detail, making sure each gathering was an intriguing (and clearly intoxicating) blend of art, literature, haute couture and dance. Below you will find pictures of the spectacle. Let me know what you think in the comments down below. Enjoy!
Wish you'd been invited now

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

A Poem For The Masses

October From Afar

By: Rodolfo Perez


I breathe the cold October air,

The wind picks up not only the fallen leaves around me,

But my spirit;

And the color orange makes its way into my brain, and



I watch over the beautiful, dead leaves,

Their buttery hues, with the auburn tips that are like the autumn’s rose

The armies of the crisp, dead leaves cover the cracked streets,

As well as the faded rooftops

And for a moment,

Just a moment,

It looks beautiful.

Friday, October 2, 2015


Hello everyone and welcome to Me Talking. I wanted to make this post just to give you guys some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that this year in school is a stressful time for any student who is trying to get into a university or get scholarships. Now, someone trying to get into a higher form of education is not the bad news. The bad news is that in order to do that, I have to hold off on a few things for right now. I’m struggling with my pre-calc class and while I’m not blaming the blog or blaming the film, I am blaming myself for not being able to understand some of these mathematical concepts. With that being said, I’m going to have to switch around a few things schedule wise. I will basically try to do editing every weekend, while supplying you guys with two posts a week. I am very sorry to say this, I feel like I’m abandoning you guys. With a huge cut to my editing time, the film may not get done on time. Now that’s the bad news. The good news is that you guys will still be getting your first look into the film in November so stay tuned for that. I know each one of you understands how difficult it can be trying to balance out priorities, and in this case my top priority is Pre-calculus. Thank you guys for understanding, and I know I’ll make it up to you in the future.

-Rodolfo Perez

Side note: The editing is going great so far. It’s such a great process!


Monday, September 28, 2015

What Dreams Hold

What Dreams Hold

By: Rodolfo Perez


I will lie awake at night,

Or not,

Perhaps I will sleep.

I will sleep and dream of us,

What we were,

And carry those images of my first.

But I now live a new life,

We both do.

At least, they are new until those shadowed deals are taken out.

Taken out of their dark corner,

And cast out on the people.

With my luck, it will come at my most bright moment.

I am a monster.

But, I’m not living like one,

And neither is she.

Embracing the Afterlife (UPDATE #14)

I love staying after school. Hi, by the way. I believe, and this is with the most respect, that when one stays in school after hours, it’s like a whole other building. I remember once, for a period of about 3 weeks, I would go out in the night to just see the side of darkness many aren’t able to experience. I saw the creatures of the night come out. I saw this side of Chicago I was never accustomed to because I would always be home by the time darkness fell on the city. I would do something ordinary, something one would do in the day-time. Things like shopping, eating, taking a walk downtown, all seemed so alien. When we would eat at a restaurant, the only people I would see would be individuals who were being stood up on a date, or a few people hunched over their meals, not really caring about how they ate or who was watching them eat. When we would go shopping, it would be these people, who hide behind their expensive clothing to shield their inner insecurities, who would be shopping. It seemed like they shopped without purpose, as if they would buy just because product was there. Walking downtown, there is artificial sunlight coming from neon signs and streetlamps. I would see the bums, the whores, and pimps going about their business like the men and women we are so used to seeing every working morning. This, I can relate to the way it is when I stay after school. Not in the way where I see prostitutes and bums going around, but I get to see people I hardly see in an average day of school. I get to see the freaks. Now before everyone reports this for being offensive, or you label me as a bad person, let me make two things very clear:

  1. I know I’m a bad person, so you don’t have to remind me.
  2. When I mean a “freak” I do not mean it in an offensive way. Allow me to explain…

Hey, I consider myself a freak. I have actions and thoughts that I have yet to encounter a person with the same thought process as me, and that’s not me being egotistical, that’s based off of the time I’ve spent in the world. I know that freak can be used as an insult, but I think of it as being a revolutionary. Some of the most influential people of our time, people like Karl Marx, Isaac Newton, even Jesus (The Man) were thought, at the time, to be weird, these guys were freaks, yet they influenced the world to this day! So when I say the freaks come out after school, I do not, at all, mean that in an offensive way. Moving on, I feel like the people who stay after school hold stories. Anybody can get up for school, fuck around a little in some classes, maybe do a little work, and go home; but it’s those who stay when they don’t need to are the people who hold a background. Some stay because they don’t want to go home, others stay because they don’t necessarily have a home to go to. When I stay after school, I get a feel for the true diversity that really exists in my school, and I believe that’s where the essence of not only inspiration, but of creativity stems from. I like getting characters from the people I meet in my life, and I think a “freak” does the trick. Too many people want to be these perfect human beings. We all want to have the same interests in order to stay relevant and be one with the culture, but I say to hell with that. I think people should create and embrace their own culture. I try to do that, I create my own way of doing activities, and I either prosper or suffer because of it. I may suffer, but at least I’ll be suffering because I was original. It's a struggle we, as conscious people, have to deal with, and that’s what I see when I stay afterschool to participate in the freakshow.


Thursday, September 3, 2015

Riverbank flower (Or understanding life by a bank)

Riverbank Flower (Or understanding life by a bank)
By: Rodolfo Perez
What say you, sweet riverbank flower?
Should you be left to die where you were first planted by the wind?
Or would you rather be preserved in a book to be remembered as a page number?
Tell me, sweet riverbank flower, what stories do you carry with you?
Do you enjoy being alone, surrounded by beauty?
I too am like you, riverbank flower.
I too am burdened by placement of where I was planted,
Only to be silenced by the water as it makes its way down to join the lake.
I suppose the river may flood one unfortunate day, don’t you think so sweet riverbank flower?
And you too will join the lake,
With the rest of the now unsweetened riverbank flowers.


Wednesday, September 2, 2015


Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Me Talking. Well, first semester has started back up for me, and a small part of me is relieved. On one hand, I enjoy learning or at least having the illusion that I am learning from those who teach. On the other hand, it’s time for the late nights, scrambling to get an assignment finished or the constant fear of going under the radar I have set for myself in terms of grades. I will be frank with all of you. I have not gotten off to a good start with my math class. I know, it’s crazy to imagine, but it’s true. Anyways, one of the more interesting parts of my day would have to be the lunch hour. I’m not intrigued for the reasons you think. It’s not necessarily the idea of me siting in a room filled with hundreds of loud, strange teens that have no control over what they eat, say or the methods to which they conduct said activities. It’s the people that give me an almost infinite amount of personalities. I see all types of character in the room, and although I find some of these personalities to be rather amusing, I think as I make my way throughout the hour, I become saddened by the way some of the people are treated. Let me make it clear, I am not talking about racism or discrimination, but more of like a modernized, condensed, juvenile form of indenturement that can’t be pointed out loud. As I’m writing this I see a few examples of this. You have a boy or girl, perhaps younger than the rest of the people at his or her table, perhaps the seats are all filled, or perhaps there is only one space open. I have seen that in order for said boy or girl to receive the “respect” needed in order to sit down (I put respect in quotes because people at that age don’t really understand the concept in the first place by not allowing said individual to sit down) the individual would need to do a series or a single act or favor that fills the needs of the people sitting at that table. For example, let’s say there is a boy by the name of Jose. Now, Jose is not what you would call a social lad, so in a desperate attempt to find a seat, more importantly a friend, he makes the decision of sitting at a table with people whom he may or may not have known in his earlier years of school. Now, ladies and gentlemen, you have to assume that our buddy Jose here isn’t what you would consider to be one of the elite or reachable in terms of “appeal”. The table he chooses to sit at notices this. They may remember Jose, hell they might even like him, but they still have this false idea in their heads that they are entitled to leadership and because of this they send Jose away to get them something. Now this something almost always (at least from what I’ve seen) has been an object of food. Something like a juice, a sandwich, a bag of chips. Now, Jose gets them this object they desire in exchange for a right to sit down. Now here’s where the stupidity comes in. Jose gets them what they want, but they still DENY him. Now they attempt to pin the denial on a third party such as a lunch advisor or time, but Jose can’t do anything about it, he is forced to reconcile with his party after lunch. The group at the lunch table still doesn’t allow him to sit with them, but they still received payment in the juice or sandwich. Now I witnessed something similar to this just a few days ago while sitting at the table. At first, I felt something close to bad for the boy because he was being taken advantage of without him even knowing (or perhaps he did know) I nearly gave him my seat because he was just standing there looking like a pathetic person, but when I saw him come back with his lunch and I saw him give a girl his sandwich, I burst into something resembling laughter and coughing. I thought, if anyone was that naive in exchanging services for a hope, that person shouldn’t have my seat. I know it may be harsh, but giving something up for an assumption is borderline ridiculous. It’s not bullying because it’s voluntary, and that is what I think is the most offensive. You can’t really find a reason to feel bad for the guy, and that’s what the reality of it is.


Sunday, August 23, 2015




                                 CREDIT TO SLAVOJ ZIZEIK FOR USING HIS AUDIO


Saturday, August 15, 2015


                                             Credit to Grizzly Bear for using their dope track.

I'm terribly sorry for standing you guys up. Won't happen again!



Wednesday, July 8, 2015


To answer your e-mails, no I'm not dead, yes I'm still going to post. I'm just with some family right now, and hasn't found the time to post, although I am getting a lot of interesting concepts to discuss with you guys. Thanks for understanding guys. Love you all.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Summer Woes

                                                                  Summer Woes
                                                         Written by: Rodolfo Perez

I sit on my wooden porch

Admiring the scenery

Refusing to let the impending woes capture my attention

Instead, I let the summer breeze cool the cup of coffee at my side

Making it lukewarm instead of hot.

I watch my dog as she looks for a place to relieve herself.

There is no one to talk to, to share a cup of coffee with

But I am content with what I have

And what I don’t have.

I have issues, but a break is needed,

Even if that break is only as long as it takes

For the dog to relieve herself.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Something To Watch On a Sunday

                                                                 WARNING: DON'T THINK, JUST WATCH

Thursday, June 11, 2015


DESIGNED AND DRAWN BY: Jessica Cherrington 

Any work is greatly appreciated

Summer Days

         Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Me Talking. For those few who know me well, you 

should know that my summer has gotten off to a moderately well start. In terms of trips, most of my family 

has gone off to see the beautiful city of San Luis Potosi. I will be posting the pictures that they take on a post 

later. Besides that, I'm here with my older brothers enjoying the quiet of my home all the while. Overall, I   

feel this time (virtually) alone will serve as a good reminder to reflect on my year in school, and to get some 

isolated footage. I don't mean I'm going all Project X while my family is gone, but I think I'll be able to hold 

out and have a good time. Speaking of footage, the film is going quite great if any of you were wondering. If 

you have not seen the teaser for that you can find it here. I was originally going to be at Blues Fest this year, 

but some unfortunate events left me unable to go. There's always next year though right (I'm not being an 

optimist I'm really asking that question)? Other than that, I hope you enjoyed this short update. Now if you'll 

excuse me I have a little bit of tidying up to do, but don't worry, I have a lot of time on my hands, so I'll be 



Sunday, May 31, 2015


                  I’ll never forget when I graduated 5th grade. I made a short speech because I was vice president of the school student council (to my sister who was president) when being in that position mattered. I wasn’t at all worried, as a matter of fact, I was excited. The thought of speaking to 300 or so parents felt like such an “impactful” thing to do at the time. I remember I wore a suit and tie with dress shoes half a size bigger than my feet. To be in that moment was magical. I swear to you, when I spoke, there wasn’t a sound in the gym. Not from the students, not from the parents. When I was done, they clapped for me, and as I walked back to my seat, my fifth grade teacher was in tears. The graduation ended, and I went home with my family to celebrate. The weird thing about all this is, besides the fact that this was the first time I’ve ever seen someone cry because of a speech, even after all these years, after the words I spoke on that stage have left my memory, and the speech just became a part of the piles and piles of documents my family keeps in the basement, I still have people, whom I have never met, come up to me and tell me they remember that moment. Now, I don’t mean countless amounts of people in the street wait for me to tell me this, but those who have the chance to speak to me in school or when I’m at a local store waiting in line to pay, one of the reasons they say they remember me is because of that speech. And that’s a great moment to be remembered by. Something sort of funny is that that wasn’t the only time I have ever made a speech. In my 8th grade graduation I was chosen to be the male student representative of my school’s graduating class. That speech, for some odd reason, didn’t settle in as well with the parents as my previous speech, and I don’t really know why people were bewildered and even a little angry by the time I was done, and I don’t think I will ever know. Anyway, I enjoyed speaking on those two occasions, and hopefully I’ll be able to do that again someday.

*I want to dedicate this post to my little sister and, who will be graduating from the fifth grade tomorrow, and my big bother who just graduated from high school (Although it’s just the fifth grade, and she has a long way to go, it’s still worth celebrating).