Would he ever restore all the fallen debris?

I'm gonna tell you a tale.. a tale about a guy who lived far away, even further than the Carpathians, far beyond. Apparently important people -those who mattered- knew that he had no class, and yet, he would pretend he was a dignified man. The truth is that it all was some sort of peculiar make-believe which eventually ended up ruining the whole thing, and would surely lead to nowhere. He grew hopeless and wretched by the minute, for he knew he had wasted the only authentic chance to be truly understood. It was his choice to hasten. It was his choice to destroy all that he had build up.

His tiresome audacity shits all over the place, and it smells very very bad. O' my god, it fucking stinks
uuuuh quita quita, que güele mu' mal joer
tú lo que quieres es matarme
~

A toddler just waved at me.
I didn't wave back.
Welcome to life and its disappointments you little shit.
~

Pure auditory nostalgia

For those of you who don't know what I am refering to, I'm sorry to announce that no one's going to explain.

For all the rest, know that erasing the awe-inspiring variety of sentient life will surely impoverish existance.
~

me, blind

Why love is not an emotion and how obsessive thinking begets romantic joy.

Dr. Fisher offers three key components of love, involving different but connected brain systems: 

-Lust — driven by androgens and estrogens, the craving for sexual gratification 

-Attraction — driven by high dopamine levels and low serotonin, romantic or passionate love, characterized by euphoria when things are going well, terrible mood swings when they’re not, focused attention, obsessive thinking, and intense craving for the individual 

-Attachment — driven by the hormones oxytocin and vasopressin, the sense of calm, peace, and stability one feels with a long-term partner 

Sus labios eran de prostituta. ¡Oh, besé a una mala furcia! Labios de sífilis posados sobre mi carne... ahora veo. Aun siendo gigoló sin proxeneta, siempre ha tenido clientas; espero que al menos ellas usen protector labial.

Las cortinas de seda de su alcoba olían a pura mierda... Él se cagó en ellas -.__-.

la calle, una de tantas

Love is a complicated beast.
~

"A cage went in search of a bird"

The contradictions between what we're told we should feel and what we actually do feel generates a huge amount of unnecessary suffering. 

And we'll see that it's not only gay people that have to come out of the closet.We all have closets we have to come out of. Right? 

And when we do come out of those closets, we'll recognize that our fight is not with each other, our fight is with an outdated vision that conflates shame and confusion with understanding and empathy. It's time we moved beyond that.

I think a lot of people are fractured by unrealistic expectations that are based upon this false vision of human behaviour. That's what I'm trying to get at.
~

Nor are errors

Our steady state seems to be one of unconsciously assuming that we are very close to omniscient. The experience of being right is imperative for our survival, gratifying for our ego, and, overall, one of life’s cheapest and keenest satisfactions.

Far from being a moral flaw, errors are some of our most humane and honourable qualities: empathy, optimism, imagination... However, as a culture, we haven’t mastered the basic skill of saying “I was wrong". What a  startling deficiency, given the simplicity of the phrase!

By contrast, we positively excel at acknowledging other people’s errors. Our default attitude toward wrongness tends to be rough on relationships.. see that you can either be right or be in a relationship.
~

The gap between success and mastery.

"He stands for something but he doesn't really dominate what he stands for."

Was this legitimate? Is it that he wanted revolution without revolution?

You know that ape will not get the banana: he was knocking on the open door.
~

Take a walk

la belleza con la que se desarrollan las ideas marxistas es tal que me asusta ver la cantidad de jóvenes que abrazan otras maneras de entenderlo

Me pregunto cuál fue la parte que sus papis hicieron mal con ellos. And yet, there you have'em, thinking about their fucking hairdos.

Why is it that I have zero faith in them? Where's the generation I belong to? Where are they?
~

Quantum physics

The balance of the void is disturbed. It means something went terribly wrong. What we call creation is a kind of cosmic imbalance, cosmic catastrophe. Things appeared by mistake and I am ready to go to the end and to claim that the only way to counter it is to assume the mistake and we have a name for that: love.

Isn't love precisely this kind of a cosmic imbalance? I was always disgusted with this notion of universal love. The whole of reality is just stupid. Love for me is an extremely violent act. Love is not "I love you all". Love means "I pick out something". Even if this balance is a very small detail, a fragile individual person... I say "I love you more than anything else". In this formal sense, love is evil.
~

the militarization of the everyday, the absurd

"There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop."

Hope is a word that is applicable only to those who grasp reality, which does not include the involvement in mainstream political parties. Hope is about fighting against the real forces of destruction not chanting the marketer's "Yes, we can". Hope, in the hands of realists, spreads fear into the black heart of the elite. But hope, real hope, remains thwarted by our collective self-delusion.

We should reinvent utopia in many ways, ways that we aren't even allowed to thinking.
~

//

I love to watch science fiction, but I cringe whenever I see a depiction of the aliens. First of all, the aliens speak perfect English. Not just British English. They speak perfect American English. And obviously they're a human inside some kind of monkey suit. I mean we have Hollywood special effects, right. So why can't we get better aliens? Their consciousness is totally different from our consciousness because they see things differently than us because of their evolutionary history.

For example when we see a cat and the cat comes up to us and tries to purr next to us, we say to ourselves: "Oh, nice cat. Cat is being affectionate". No. The cat is not being affectionate. It's simply rubbing his hormones on you and saying: "I own this human. This human is mine. I'm marking my territory. This human feeds me twice a day. I've trained him". They will see outcomes that we cannot foresee. They will simulate scenarios that we cannot even dream of. They can outwit us every time. So a cat sees the universe totally different than we do and yet, we impose our thinking on an alien. 

Think of a cop. A cop may have a low IQ, may have dropped out of elementary school. But the cop can simulate the future much better than a safe-cracker can and that's why he can stop robberies and get away with them. And so in other words, the criminal mind is not necessarily stupid because it has low IQ. It's quite well adapted for what it does.
~

Sin filtros, atmosphere of our own: eso fue lo que no conseguí.

El otro día ví que tanto los místicos trascendentales como los ateos comparten la negación de un Dios representacional. Déjalos, déjalos... ellos creen que se odian. Que venga el panchito y que me lo explique, anda.
Someone said once: "Every individual is at once the beneficiary and the victim of the linguistic tradition in which he has been born..."
Supongo que no me entenderás... pues te jodes, porque ni siquiera tú tiras de lenguaje inclusivo.
Seguiré usando citas que no son mías a modo de plagio: "I remain convinced that obstinate addiction to ordinary language in our private thoughts is one of the main obstacles to progress in philosophy"
De ü a €= y tiro porque me lleva la mierda.
~

but to slowly fade away.

She was prisoner again to the vagaries and tricks of mind. Lately the object seemed to be appearing even more often in her dreams and she thought she knew why; that type of sequence was secretly exposing a raw reality: the fact that it would never be more than a mere representation.

The vanishing point of her deepest desire had grown weary in time. Would the image of deceit ever cease to take shape? Nobody actually cared.

She had befriended a smothering present which could not erase the traces of tender memories... those memories whose spirit tightly embraced -maybe unconsciously, in realising that it was not fated to last,
~

Alter ego

Alma matter
Esas cosas, yo qué sé.
No sé de qué voy a escribir. Hasta entonces, rellenaré este texto con trazas de demonio pasado por agua [qué ironía, ¿verdad?].
Back to the origins, do ai guana gou der?

En fin, esto que diré puede que lo haya dicho muchas veces. Pero no.
No way maaaan.

Una vez que has llegado a la meta y ya has olvidado que lo importante era llegar el primero -o al menos pronto-, sobreentiendes que algo pasó por el camino. Algo imprevisto y que no acabas de integrar como parte del pasado.

Conocía, pero no sé, han pasado muchos años.

¿qué kuhines? ¿where is my inspireison?
i lost the track lalalalalala
=(

look at me and tell me that my feet are not stinky
but hey
eventually all the things turn out to be corrupted
even the sweetest axila bathed in dove
will end up being sudada, like a fregona sin escurrir

come on,
tell me that you don't love me
come on,
pretend that you are not thinking of me


while being in the bathroom
~

Terminaré con un clásico.

for the leaves of the willow
will surely remain swinging;
and for the reckless birdy-like creatures
won't ever stop risking their lives in the air;
let us re3l.
Me cago.
~

been rewriting a credo... for whom?

leading the way may well not be the proper method
nor following eroded paths

if only we walked side by side!

you know what they say...
bet you do know
~

Do you feel alone in the secret?

if closed after a forced enclosure, it could possibly die

just beware
~

You don't know how beautiful you are

When two strangers' glances meet,
I can tell:
they are just what they see.

~

Ripped the guts, blood was scattered.

Can you not see that no matter what anyone says? The rest of us will remain absolutely indifferent.. n

Within the course of history plenty of things happened. You are among them. But
the butterfly effect does not necessarily take place in this tiny magical marble.
There are several certainties that convey a false sense of control over certain given aspects. Even so, when the individual gets to understand his real fate, resignation may well be one of his possible responses. This breakdown in their conception clearly causes the multiplicity of the self, and it's in this void where the soul finds divertment

~

Quirks are my flaws.

When your state is that of longing for something that won't ever be yours, it's high time you start being realistic.
~