Senta-te: Voa-me a cair.

Security is purchased at the cost of sanity.

When the people started to believe in the same things the neon lights were gone.

No neutral room.

No neutral discourse.

No objective room.

No objective discourse.

What fresh hell is this?

Bad people
become mouses and
good people become dolphins.

I brought my past self today

Creation comes out of the body and mind such as sweat pours out in a marathon to nowhere, like rats in a wheel.

Hello
Designers!

When I was born,
everything stood still
as it was before.

Everything emerges
as a consequence.

When I woke up, I found a plot hole in my head.

Common sense is a struggle
against mystification.

There is a hole in my inbox.
I wonder if that’s me.

I stir between polychrome fluids. Most of our conversations are those that tone enthusiasm. I know how to create ambiguity well enough to be all seduction from afar.

One should be very polite and smile to the public.
Mainly because we are often dressed as ego.

Human after all.

Her 19 years full of scars are the mutilated statue of truth. Bravery is a tale of history and charm. Tend to believe it is sold in 99.cent sockets for 4G access.

“Stamina, I heard, football and museums.”10 million steps up while 93 kg is the weight of a human body.”You can be a woman and be quite anti-feminist. A male-woman.”I guarantee you that’s a fun thing.“East and the West, Syria, People defending, you know. ”Less work, right?”

I have always been prone to moonless nights and empty concepts. How many poems can I read before I see a prison or an empty chocolate bar?
Rarely It happens that I sleep alone but when I do I do wonder how many houses are there that are as silent.

Imagine if we were couting sheeps as if we were 27.

That could be that we are spinning. It isn’t a tremendous thought. Yet we stand still.

Only the real negation of culture can inherit culture’s meaning.
Such negation can no longer remain cultural.

That could be therapy.
Significant others in triangles and other geometric shapes, colored, bright and in movemenet.

I suspect that the visual arts are smaller than literature.

At dinner, to contextualize the design act as content driven is to instrumentalize a falacy.


A stalker of the addicted with catalystic features.
It’s a different world now. 

That could be happiness.

A non-article like this pintpoints how absurd it is to exist in a relational reality. We emulate.

Oh no, not tomorrow. That is what we do: We create monuments; we laugh; build an argument. Masters of the suspended.