This a poem which a wrot ebeing mildly inspired by the OUATIM movies, and Sandsin general, because...well it resonates along with my own views upon things. So it's kinda, some of Sands's thoughts, rhymed by me.

Poetry. Companion piece to El Dia de Los Muertos. sort of Sands POV

post-OUATIM. Six years later Chiclet boy remembers...grr..accent mark won't work in the title...

Sometimes El wonders.

The mothers tell their children a story of a mariachi, a black man, and la Dia de Los Muertos.

Una mujer puede cambiar la vida de un hombre. Esto es lo que le pasa a Sands.

Paranoico, sociópata, asesino... ¿se puede ser algo más? Dentro de la cabeza de Sands. No es bonito.

How can you be so sure you're awake if you don't even know you're dreaming?

Just a wee poem I wrote about everyone's favorite wayward CIA agent. Reviews would be much-appreciated!

Sequel to "Thwack!" - Sands gets in touch with his fatherly side, with help from his favorite lil Chicle Boy. Also... mild slash and bad Spanish translations. Sorry!

This is my bad version of what happens to Sands after the movie. i couldn't help it, i had to write this. R&R

OUaTiM Why did Agent Sands trust Ajedrez anyway?

An ode to Agent Sands.

Once Upon A Time in Mexico Sands and El's last and longest telephone conversation. What could they possibly have to talk about at teh end of the film? spoiler warning. rated for language and implied...oh, you'll see!

A short story about what happened to Sands after the film's end. Sands and El Mariachi have a small discussion over some slow roasted pork and a tequila with lime.