I’m off sine die. Off from whatever the hell I am into (I wish I knew, I promise)…
Reasons: Personal.
I’m off sine die. Off from whatever the hell I am into (I wish I knew, I promise)…
Reasons: Personal.
This is:

And this is:

If only. If onlyyyyy. He had had access to this piece of wisdom:

Reads: Es muy difícil all of this.
Applies to:
To fucking everything!
Examples below:
1. Gf dumps you:
It’s very difficult todo esto
Mariano Rajoy Brey
2. Brother dies:
It’s very difficult todo esto
Mariano Rajoy Brey
Current POTUS actively tries to start a Total War:
It’s very difficult todo esto
Mariano Rajoy Brey
Yeah…

Carefree as ever, free as careless, mindless as the freedom that only those insane who outsmarted their fever ever could be.
Yup. 😋
Can’t wait to say I got an official medical document stating thinking COVID19 pandemic was widely exaggereted implies being paranoid.
The report also states I joined certain DEMOCRATIC Political Party of my country (namely VOX, Spain).
Fml.
Today I have contacted:
I wish I could have before me so I could spit at their faces:
Speak to each others for Hell’s sake!!

You did do damage.
I am talking to no Nation.
I ain’t talking to no group.
I am talking to people.
I am talking to you.
You created a monster.
You created paranoia, panick, you…
You killed.
You killed from unnecessary vaccination.
You killed from depression.
You murdered by suicide.
My mother. My mother. Hear me closely.
My mother, and not that I love her that much;
(Did you seriously expect an homily?)
Has gone insane. She is blinded at thought.
Blinded at soul. Blinded at heart.
You. You. NOW HEAR ME!
You just read Sain’t John’s Apocalypse,
And used it as a freaking guide of use.
Now I am talking to everyone.
Let everyone see everything.
As far as I cannot convince many of them,
As far as you have virtually nulled critical thinking on them,
I still have a sense of doubt.
I can listen to music.
I can read.
I can write.
I’ve gone through worse. Much worse.
As far as this insanity pandemic were conjured,
I can see the sun rise. Every morning.
I can mark Shiddartha’s words:
“It is not the place, the forest; it is but you”.
I can mark a noble man’s words:
“Wherever two people invoke Good, Good shall be among them”.
I can mark Mahoma’s words:
“He who murders another person, murders all of mankind”.
I can mark Plato’s Allegory of the Cavern,
Tell myself I also see but shadows… Sometimes.
I can mark the Tora:
Iron sharpens iron!
I can mark Nightwish:
“How were we supposed to know…”
I can mark Cervantes:
“Ladran, luego cabalgamos”
It goes just on an on…
This is a YIHAD.
In the strong meaning of the word:
A spiritual war, where
I SHALL NEVER SURRENDER.
