Arte Sicótico en Vallekas
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Sects
“Define yourself in three words.”
“Suck my balls.”
For these and other reasons you ended up at DaHouse™
A villa on the outskirts:
—You are a grey Fairy.
—Cool.
—I am a black Fairy.
—Neat.
—The white Fairy is the one who rules this.
—Yummy.
—An acid?
—Only one?
They give you little food. You entered with 240 lbs. You aren’t going to faint!
They also tried to deprieve you from sleep, you told them to fuck off.
—We speak with the dead here.
—We all do?
—What are you talking about!?
—Yes, look. *He takes out his phone and shows WhatsAppPlus™*.
They hurry you:
—Look, you’ve been living here for three weeks now and the white Fairy needs CosmicMoney™.
—Neat, Imma see her.
—Nobody sees the white Fairy!
—Step out of my fucking way.
…
—What a cock you have, Socio.
—Call me TransparentFairy™.
Playing My own “Black” Card
I was going to make a hell of an argumentative text on this so-called Pandemic.
Referring to contradictions on mass media, Occam’s razor, or even the fact that everything that has been said, from virus and variants names to designed images shown, are Aesthetically identical to the means Mercadotechnia uses.
I don’t have the technical maestry to word it, alas.
Although I very can say:
“Listerine prevents cavities and stains”, while the ad shows images of two things people tend to fear for two reasons, namely illness and social outcasting.
And, “Delta variant is even deadlier and spreads much faster”. And no, I am not taking this any further.
I am not even going to mention a Social Retroengeenering model of fear, mass control, and plain global terrorism or massive fundamental rights vulneration, if thee consider.
As for vaccines. Of course, of course Sars-cov-2 was a thing. Of course it was. It exploded, many people died and then fucking fade out.
Getting vaccinned against Covid19 has the same impact (or risks, everything be told) as vaccinating yourself against leprosy would have.
Now let’s see how long this site stand up for.
–Prior.
Shelter (Acid Rain)
A hut.
Here you have got to: A sheet roof in plain wilderness.
And it rains, it rains hard.
And it has leaks, and you are poorly covered.
Yet it isn’t the first time it rains.
You know it will stop.
But you can’t feel it will.
You cannot see through, all your sense says it won’t end.
You could get out, but the factory burnt.
And it’s raining acid..
You could get out, but the factory burned twenty years ago.
And acid rained.
It is nothing but water.
It only rains water.
Over you, just like over anyone else.
How is that special?
The factory burned twenty years ago,
And you still think it’s raining acid
You can’t get out of your own mind!
But the rain fades out, for that’s its law
And you, fool,
Who twenty years ago would’ve dance in the puddles,
In those of water, acid and fire,
That is the other extreme, which egoism would choose,
But which hurts even more those surronding you.
And it keeps on raining…
The factory burned.
The water is acid.
It will never end, it will never end…
But it does, for it’s its law.
Never because you,
Could have leaked out from self-deceit…
Diabolic Advice [Breakin’ up with Myself]
[Introducing:]
\Ego\
/The Evil Dude/
I was going to divide this in parts, perhaps nights. But, to me, this has been but a day, a real long day.
Yes. We have spoken.
/And that’s how you get the square root of pi/.
\So you can square a circle\.
/Yes, if you do the math/.
\I didn’t really ask, so…\.
/When people say jump, you say how high/.
Notes were taken, heavy decisions were made.
\Sure\.
/Love is a tool, used to control others/.
\”When people say jump, you say how high”\.
/What about that?/.
\That seems like love to me\.
