NEW YEAR, NEW ME? (UPDATE #17)

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

P.E.N.T.C.I.

EXPOSITION PARTIE 2 : UNE PENSÉE

A P.E.N.T.C.I. EXHIBITION




PART TWO DESIGNED BY RICARDO PEREZ










Thoughts of a Madman


A Program Of Haikus By: Ricardo Perez

#1

A smile, I greet you

Bye, go back to what you know

I am a side-ho.

#2

Always rebeling

Going against the current

But I cannot swim

 #3

Happiness exists

Consists of joy and content

Mediocrity

 #4

The fridge is empty

The deli was closed today

Happy thanksgiving

#5

indifferent people

having feelings is the worst

she laughs while you frown

VIEW PART 1 HERE

                                                          P.E.N.T.C.I.

EXPOSITION PARTIE 1 : LE CERVEAU

A P.E.N.T.C.I EXHIBITON




PART ONE DESIGNED BY ANDREW GABL

WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY ANDREW GABL






                                                      P.E.N.T.C.I.

Sunday Writings

White

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.

EXCLUSIVE LOOK AT PEREZ:THE FILM

BELOW IS THE SNEAK PEEK. I KNOW IT'S NOT ENOUGH.


ENJOY WHAT IS THERE AND SEE YOU IN MARCH!

ALWAYS HERE,

RODOLFO PEREZ

P.E.N.T.C.I.



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

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

 Interesting.

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

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

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.

Further.

Further.

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.

P.E.N.T.C.I.