Game Theory.

“And thus, the devil himself realized he should be thankful that he had played the blacks.”

Delusion.

The word is “delusion”.

And it may happen for many reasons.

To drop alcohol of a sudden, 40.5° C of fever, not to say more.

“—You perceive things most people cannot —she said—.

Every now and then they grow uncontrolled. That’s it.

—What if most of them are false?

—What if a minority, a very small minority, are true? What about that?”

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises. At 4 a.m.

But raises, because you are listening to Gorgoroth.

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises. Seriously, it is unbelieveable:

They have a vocalist and no one knows the words.

And I say no one.

Who knows if the singer!

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises!

A deal, this time with the present:

“The mind remembers, the heart forgets”.

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises.

I think I have decyphered the message

(No more I will eat…)

Those guys are theologists!

¡Lete!

So much hell, and the sun rises!

Turns out God has a sense of humour.

I was 13:

—Can I paint with my hands?

—Sure, I have brought gloved.

—I said “with my hands”.

I was 25:

“It is like drinking something with 200 degrees…”.

“I think I’m starting to ser it”.

“There are many ways to be high. See, children, dance, jump on the street. They are high”.

I was 15:

Using alcohol as an excuse.

Coward excuse to project part of my inner self: so much hatred… Wrath. So ingrained.

Excuse or mere tool

I write this at age 27:

I write, with my heart. I speak, with my heart. I breathe, with my heart.

There’s no need for dope, not to mention how much money I am saving. I take a coffee and it seems coke, I smoke a blunt and it seems peyote.

No more hatred. No more shame, I set them ableze, and I even didn’t need to wait for it Saint Juan Fires…

I don’t know how old I was, I ignore how it could happen;

But the toys died. The toys died. The toys always die. And the dead doesn’t resurrect.

Just a weird thought:

Rocks are alive, only that they are much less alive than I am. I am but cells and atoms, in a neat order.

DNA. It is still a molecule, as complex as it is. Even of Stars we say they are born, then die.

And ultimately, consciousness.

Cells renew, periodically. Even those which don’t divide do renew on the atomic level.

And me… Who can be certain there is an «I».

…

There Wille zur Macht.

A moment as good as any other,

To remind there are more Psychologist into Mercadotechnia than into the whole National Health System.

Ancient wisdom.

“When I am in a huge mess, I ask to myself ‘What would Jesus Christ do?’, and I dissapear for three days.”

Thus finishes the homily and the church says… What will they say,

‘Amen.’

Like you can’t find information about that dream on Google;

Like you should understand, If you truly want to read that article, you should also be able to read that language.