A punk night, a body with memory, and a room that wakes up like a domestic crime scene. Between bleach, irony, and a burrito-flavored mate, a story about falling apart without losing the joke.

A sarcastic essay about digital exhibitionism and the hunger for validation. Hollywood on the Balcony looks, with acid humor and hidden tenderness, at how everyday life turned into a permanent trailer: people posing, filming, and vomiting in search of hearts. Between vomit, filters, and “close friends” rituals, the text dissects domestic fame without judgment, showing that we all —in one way or another— keep performing for an invisible camera.

A look at “Linoleum”, the NOFX track that turned misery into art and the floor into metaphor. Lo Que Arde observes the fire that doesn’t rise: the one that crawls, the one that glows from below.