...Infinity...
“There are jus too much wonder inside the city;
and that’s exactly what makes it ugly”
Just standing here, waiting for things to happen on their own. But… have that ever worked for anybody?
[Imagine a country (…)] where people suffer every day the merciless will of Mother Naturae. [Imagine all the people (…)] running for their lives. Wouldn’t that be just wonderful? What!? YES!! Yes, it would!
Because they would know their freedom it is still there; That it’s still THEIRS. Tears are nothing but trophies. [Memento mori; Ikite; salvación]. They remind us that we are humans. That we are the only [and lonely] living things that can look for happiness. They make us immortal; moreover, they are the liquid essence of the soul.
Yet, in spite of accepting the fact of the [Ying-Yang], we look forward to meet the true glee, the one [God] should put on our paths. No harm intended, but is it really SANE to forget pain? I mean, there must be a reason for it to exist in the first place, wouldn’t you say so?
[You need to live in the dark in order to understand light]
It’s hard for a man of infinity greed to realize that the world is nothing but twin mirrors facing each other. That life’s like this light traveling [trapped] in between this unspeakable dimension. It never truly end; but we must stop looking [seeking] for it.
23 minutes, 4 seconds o the current year full of fireworks, and screams of fake joy, and hypocrites wishes from one to the other. People so used to lie that the have lost complete track of their own. [They have forgotten the face of their fathers]. I’m not quite like them, because I’ve been awakened. [I took the red pill]. And just look at where IT has taken me!
If we all are meant for a great purpose; it’ll make me a hell of a good [wordslinger] writing about a vulgar new years eve. On the other hand, if people were actually meant to change [like Jean Valjean did once in a time] then this is just the beginning. Think of the possibilities. I mean; Like 3 million people watched the pyrotechnic show last night; the best one that “capital city” of Chile can afford. 23 minuts in a row of people staring at artificial lights in a enormous black flat screen. Does that sound familiar to you?
[I want to believe]. I have to believe that there are still people… real Person (s) in out there, somewhere. Person(s) who haven’t give in to the crowd. They are the ones keeping me alive, somehow.
[Remember, Remember, the fifth of November (…)].
Every thinking being deserves to live; but it’s enterily apt to him/her to do it outside, or trapped inside, tied in chains. In the “Asylum”. I chose outdoor; but I kept my chains, like a souvenir. They remind me that [the world has moved on…]
I’m a [walking dead] for those nasty bugs that treat themselves like gods and call themselves humans.
By the way… Why is it called “Mankind”? Is there any of that “-kind” stuff left? Was it ever there?
A Revolution!? Revolutions have come and gone. It’s been far too many pleasant days. And people around the globe are beginning to realize that there will be a war. If it is not against a common enemy, then against themselves. The ones who can see through things will rise in victory, because they will know the truth from the very start. We NEED pain.
For it makes us al humans
[The truth will set you free…] Or that’s what they said…
