Juanitas Fear of Boots

Juanita she have big big phobia for dirty boots. When the army come her village, she remember they break through her door with their feet first. She hide under the bed and she hear the scream and fighting, but all she see are the boots. They put the dirt everywhere on her clean floor, over the pretty rainbow rug her aunties make, and break the house she make for her dolls.

The boot also kick the red stain from her father. When they take him away, they leave the stain behind on the wall, in the corner. After they are gone she try and she try to make clean the wall, just like before, but no matter how she work, this she can never make clean again.

Last year we find her walk the forest all alone. She look very sad, so I ask her if maybe she want help us find the the cheeky yellow monkey who take my underpants. She make the big smile, and soon we become good friend.

Now she live here with us in my pueblo. She make the best bread in whole of Chiapas.

She like keep her kneepit very clean, and will be happy see you if you ever come visit.

Just remember please to leave your dirty boot at the door.

Juanita say thank you.

Change change change

Hlllo my friendies! Sorry no write much now. Pablo have trouble get to computer - is far away long walk. Where I live is hard sometimes. If you have no leg like me can be very tough. Also some monkeys bite me when we playing the whippyass. Now my hand go blue and I lose some finger.



Cannot blame the poor monkey, is good fun game. But this can give me problems sometime. And If you hear about what happen with my sore avocado problems - well maybe you lose all respects for me no?

Anyways, so I see you crazy Friday people's want know about changes eh? OK... So I am thinking like this:

So many people in my life. They come and go. One day I have mama
and papa. Next day I have a dead dog.


Thing always change here. But somehow I think the same feeling eat at my inside. You can change the shirt but the pain inside hurt the same as before.

Only thing change for Pablo is I try not forget the good time. The same hand that strangle my dog could swing me round in the sky make me fly like the toucan. Where mama's empty chair now broken and stinky, was one time her breasts which kept me warm and safe. When my doggie run away for the last time, he left me his slobber all over my pillow. So now I am thinking still my family and love are with me now, when I close my eyes and ears they come be with me. Keep Pablo alive.

Soon I will make the big party for them. In one month or more there is fiesta for the dead, I will make big party like the old times.

I invite you all my friends. I will bake many potatoes ready for make fat your faces.

Adios amigos! See you soon!

Old Dawg Running

Hello my friends. This is my friend the old wild doggie. After he was running he would have slobber everywhere. Here you can see his big smelly tongue stick out his face.

The old wild doggie still live in the jungle outside my kneepit. I hear his at night howling and making the party with his monkey friends. This why he wear the glasses, too much of the good night before make the eyes burn.

Remember how I tell you before about how my papa make me eat my doggie? Well, this not the same doggie. This one still alive very much. He may be old, and he may drink too much tequila and smoke the big fat cigar all night, but he still can run much too quick to catch and eat.

This make me happy.

Adios amigos!

opposite side of world, yes?

Hello again my friends. I wonder if you have been missing me? It seem like a long lifetime away since I last visit the world. In fact so many things happen I no no where to start. But also funny thing is I remember little. Maybe this why opposites good for this week? Good guys versus bad guys yes? Like the cowboys you love so much?

Maybe you hear about how your evil boss Mr Bushman send his friends cheat in our election, make his friend win again. This new man who steal more votes he want to give big contract to American companies - trade for free they say - which mean more machines will come and take away my precious jungle, my kneepit lands may just get so small they disappear one day, and they move pablo into some plastic cage, forced to watch Oprah all day and queue for Mr Man to give me my McQuesadilla.

Sorry, maybe you no want hear about the problems in our land. But if you do look here - http://www.narconews.com/Issue42/article1972.html - or search for mexico elecion fraud cheat in the gooble. It is very bad, but we hope the people will not let this happen. Pray for us my friends.

Anyway, this week I have some different side of my world to show you, the good and bad, dark and bright times. What we go through here right now.

Pity the jungle


when machines they come


kill the birds


make the blood flow through my kneepit


but when the sun is warm


a new flower will grow


Life can be hard sometimes, but it is also good when peoples stand together fight bad people. Sometime you must do some small things good, to make something big good happen, no?

Adios amigos. Hope you are enjoying my kneepits!

Jungle Toucan

This week easy peasy for me.

Here you see my friend. He live with me above my kneepit.

He make funny scream noise alot, like when the Capybara get toothache, or when pablo run out of mash potato.

He like eat frog and melon.

Adios amigos

Mi madre - portrait

I drew this portrait my mother from a dream I have of my memory with her.
In my dream she is calling for me 'Pablo, Pablo - come here my baby Pablo. I waiting here for you all this time'.

I see she is living in my dream by the sea. Pablo never visit the sea. This my big big dream since when my mama wipe snot my nose when bambino.

In my dream I run toward her but it very hard and each time I look up she get small and small more. The orange earth suck off my feet and then my leg until I can only crawl like old painted jungle crab.
I cry and cry and cry so hard I wake up in very wet bed.

Now, at night I would like to be taking a small boat to bed with me. If I do I believe one day I will travel quick more to my mamma, on fast running water my tears they make.

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I will let you know if I find her. If you see her one day, please remind her come visit her Pablo.

I am missing her very much.

Pablo no have any cake sorry

Hello My Amigos!

This week I have been mostly looking at my apple. I would like to be thinking about cake, drawing some cakes, but then I look in my cupboard and I find only Apples! What to do?

Then I think what my mama tell me, how not be sad because we not have cake for dinner like other kid at school. She say fresh fruit is good for Pablo, make Pablo big strong, not make my tooths fall out like other kids.

She was right. I think of my school friend now who eat the sweet sugar cake then, and I see many of them dead or have no teeths in their head. And I happy Pablo never eat cake.

But also sad a little bit too.

Eat well my friends. But try remember the poor hungry no cake peoples too.

Adios amigos!

Sorrow

This my mamma and papa when they young and not so happy.

Just before this time, my mama, she have brother who die brave when army attack to take the land they had. After this my Papa, he come try make her happy again, he talk her about love and the good future and all the bambinos they will be having.

They tell me my papa and mama make little Pablo under this tree of love and sorrow. That just when they make love they see the crow fly and sit in the tree.

They say the bird was the soul my dead uncle. And he watch over my mama always. But my uncle he never like my papa. This is why my Papa he wear the hat so my dead uncle cannot poop on him when he try the romance my mamma.

They tell me when I was young how much I am like my uncle.

Maybe this why my papa never love me? I dunno. But he dead now so no problem.

PS. If you is sad I suggest you eating the jalopena chilli potato nanbana cake my mama always teach me is very good for sorrow. She very wise and brave woman I think. I love her very much. One day I look forward to see her again. One day I hope she can come back.

Adios my amigos!

five thing in my closet

Some funny lady tell me what I have in my car, closet or fridge. I dunno what is fridges, and have no car, and I look up what is 'closet' and I see is like corner of my kneepit, where I hide what I don't want see every day, because sometime make me sad, and because sometime peoples need to be some place dark.

I find photo happy people by the sea. I never see some sea me.

I make the dog here from hair and bone my sweet dead doggie.

Here my baby potato farm. I have make many friend here, and many they die also.

Here I find home for my rabbit I find one day. Rabbit happy here.

Here dress my mama make me. Now too small and rotted to wear, but I keep for her maybe come back one day.

Now I must be finding some friend to tag with this too. You wanna do this too?

So now I tag the Mr Unknowing, and Missus Wax Hard. Have fun!

Devil Angel Man

Last post I talk about the wind it come. This remember me how one day I am screaming my guts in the dark because of the funny fungus, when I see someone go past me. He look at me and his face turn strange like this:

He look at me and me I am so scared I scream. He then run go away towards my home. I spend long time before I move. When I get home I am so happy because I see my favourite mash potato avocado pie waiting for me, making my stomach jaguar growl because so very happy!

First I was thinking the man must be devil, but in fact he must be an angel because he make the pie so good for me. Have to be careful who we call devil, eh amigos?

Adios.

Hello again dear friends!

It has been a long time since I give you news from my kneepit. This because I am having much work to do in the jungle. We have election soon and army is everywhere try force us vote with them. But we no want vote - we want to be free from big government that lie and steal from us.

Here I am with Frank, we are these times speaking with the villages left, help them guard against the devils who come try take their land.
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Frank he tell them:
The storm is here. From the clash of these two winds the storm will be born, its time has arrived. Now the wind from above rules, but the wind from below is coming...

This remind me of one day I get the wind very bad after I eat the funny fungus.

Adios

Robot attack my kneepit

Sometimes I dream I have my leg again.
I dance my magic dance through the jungle to try stop the big robot machine that would come take away life from my kneepit.
I dance so hard, in the morning I wake so tired.
I look out and count the tears that fell from the sky in the night.
Sometimes I give my tears to the ground - so one day some new life can grow.

Maybe one day my leg grow back too.
Until then I can dance and fight in my dream.

Spotted Jaguar in my Belly Button

Hello again.
In my kneepit jungle we have spotted jaguar. She the king here. She big boss here before hunters come and hunt her away.

One night I small bambino. I wake when I hear her enter my room. I look her eyes, she look at me. She scared because evil men come chase her. I say, quick, come hide with me, in my bed. She come to bed with small Pablo, and hide there with me. We curl up tight. She seem happy now, and soon I go sleep in her warm soft.

Next day I no longer see jaguar. Maybe she go away, I dunno. All Pablo know is Pablo hungry very much, stomach make big big noise like never before.

I tell my Mama what happen and she smile and she say now Jaguar live inside of Pablo, that she crawl inside Pablo through the belly button door when I sleeping. She look inside my button and sure enough she is finding some hair. "See this, this is hair of Jaguar, and when you find this mean Jaguar has come or gone".

Then she pass me extra big plate of mash potato. "Now I hear when she is roaring like this, means she need her potatoes. Eat well my son, for now you must be big and strong to keep the Jaguar alive inside of you".

Pablo happy. This mean Pablo can eat potato all the time!

Adios amigos.

Let me know if you are having similar adventures in your belly buttons OK? OK??

Speedy Pablo!

Yes this is me dancing like crazy fella. Those days Pablo spin more faster than any body in the kneepit lands. They call me windy spider - because my legs are so many.

Then one morning I wake up all my legs are gone. My Papa say I dance so fast last night my legs they run away. Then he tell me stop the crying or my eyes they fall out too.

Later I find he lose my legs to some gringo in a bar, when he play the card with him. Now some funny face pop singing man use my magic legs to make much money on TV - make my legs do some walking on the moon and dance to some bad music, so my friend Frank, the Zapatista, he tell me.

Maybe one day they come back to me. Pablo can wait. Until then I dance every day with my heart, and sing a song to the moon.

Adios my friends! Hope you are liking my kneepit!

One spring in my Kneepit

One day we have some magic God lady come visit. Pablo I am happy, I say welcome to my kneepit, everybody welcome my kneepit!

God lady tell me some funny, magic story about some man like super man who make much wine and fish, walk in some water but who die cross, or something. (Me no undertand everything, she speak funny, you know?)

Anyway, next she say she want save her some Pablo, and we must get down on floor together, hold hand and say some word together. Now I say, OK lady, what you want, but first you must be needing some drink, must be hot in big dress.

So I give her drink some special Tequila from my kneepit, as is our custom. She drink and start go crazy, like she never drink tequila before. Me thinking maybe is because she hot hot hot in her black dress. So I ask her, look lady, maybe better you take off the black dress, drink some more, and then we can get down on knees together, like she want, no?

Next she get real mad and she jump up and down and up and down and up so much till she change into a bird and fly away into the sky like when the speckled eagle bird she catch the trumping squirrel monkey.

Everybody make big cheer, thinking she real magic lady come for Spring Fiesta, and we wait for she come back. But she never come. Nobody know why. Maybe she find bigger better fiesta do magic tricks, tell story somewhere.

Well, Pablo feel sad for lady. Maybe Pablos kneepit fiesta not so big, but we do best spicy potato fiesta fajita in Chiapas.

Come visit me again next time my friends!

Adios.

My Doggie

Hello again my special friend.

Remember my last time I was telling you my poor doggie? Well I thinking you would like to see him too? Here is my memory of him.

I like his floppy ear. His head look good with ears like his.
I like how he fetch me my balls.
I like he sit in my stomach and keep me warm.
I like when I say he make the bad wind, when me I make.
I like his soft head in my arm.
I like when he dreamed he jump and make the dog yodelling like some nasty chase him. But now he is dead, in my dream now I see him chase the ghost from my kneepit. In death he look over me. He can save me from the jungle demons.

I like his slobber.

Now he inside of me, he with me always.
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But Pablo thinking maybe you get sad for me? I say NO! Never never feeling sad for Pablo. UNDERSTANDING ME PLEASE? So now I like show you why Pablo not sad any more.

Pablo find love in kneepit

She someone special, beautiful smile, eye, ear and toe. She very dirty. I find in the jungle, for she run from some bad life before. For many moons she not speak with Pablo. She spit my face and kick my head in. So I leave her potatoes every day and go walk alone with with my heart, my hope. And when I return I see she eat and fill up big strong again with my potatoes.

Now she find some kind of happiness in my kneepit I think. She not spit and beat me anymore. She find some life far away from crazy bad man jungle. Now she smile. And make Pablo feel warm inside her eyes.

Here, she can eat mash potatoes from my kneepit.

And with my dead dog she is no longer afraid.

Come back soon my friends.

Monster

This is me and my father.

He very cold hard man.

Many times I hear my mother call him monster. She shout and scream and me I hide and I cry in the corner of my kneepit.

This one time he make me eat my dog.

I remember now how he laugh that day. When he his friends drink the chica he tell them same story many time.

Now I tell you same story, but please I don't want you laugh at me.

Those days I wish him dead. Now he dead I wish him here with me, hold my hand again.

Long Journey

My friends had to travel many mountains to escape the gringo. It was hard for them because they have no leg. But they make it all the same, because they know they have home in my kneepit. My home.

This mountain now has no hair because the gringo come and cut the hair and take for to make homes for burgers. If I ever go in gringoland I would see how the burgers live, and tell them of my land.

To all gringos out there, please think of poor Juanita and Chico who walk for miles next time you see a burger. You tell him 'you take my friends home!'. Show him my story. Maybe he feel different next time eh?

What you think my friends? Speak with me!

My Good Frends

Chico and Juanita are very much in love. I know this because I see their love video one day.

I can show you some pictures but not everything.

(You know, they are poor, but they are my friends).

They make me bread.

I am very lucky to have friends who can make so good love and so good bread.

Indeed.

Mi Casa

Welcome to my home good friends!

This day I am having visitors, my good friends Chico and his lovely wife Juanita. She hides in the shadows of my kneepit. I say 'come out little one, come out'.

She begins to cry - such a sad lady. Chico broke the bread and we had dancing for long times.

Next time I tell you more about my friends and family.

Come visit me again soon

- Pablo