Wednesday, December 30, 2015

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.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

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.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

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, December 13, 2015

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.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

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 ;)






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

 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.