We fall to be symmetric, intertwined into a single continuum of space and time.
There is no notion of distance but a concept of special relativity. It is a union. We see a static map on the Earth's surface and wonder - what is in motion?
We see two spatial dimensions, one time dimension and zero dimension - are they drawn, aligned or parallel? It’s an unusual perspective. There is no motion.
They just want to fly in the air. We just want them city landing.
The sky is pierced in a rush of steel.
You saw no bird. You made the flight and climbed the sky. Somewhere among the clouds death is on mathematics.
If I died today…
An Introduction to the practical manual for the emergent revolutionary
When we find ourselves in the context of facing a transformative experience, there's a way to make the decision. Every time you die, I almost die myself. Every time you almost die, I die myself and the empty space will die with us; as it should.
Today I don’t want to die, I was never born instead.
The present is forever, and forever is always shifting away as you become timeless full of excitement and too desperate to die. How natural and intuitive it is.
It's important to recognize this. We want to deliberately think about who we are. In introspect it might be in conflict with the thought of that rational decision and that can revolutionize life as much as it can make you die today.
Revolucionariamente siempre dispuesto
Hasta La Victoria Siempre.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
between stars, on stars
where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own deserted places
between exploration of truth and beauty.
There is a crack in everything.
There is only one question; When will it alI be blown up?
Foreword and warning to the reader. Prologo y advertencia al lector: This is a prelude.
Armas de la fortuna, there is nothing intrinsically good or bad. Weapons themselves are elements of popular culture, diagrams of the general principles of operation, institutional artifacts of self-determination, material and emotional support, a conditioned act committed to destroy.
Inefficiency and bureaucracy on this incongruent mistrustful world under the right to bear arms; political beliefs, aggression, acceptance - as intrinsic to human nature the sense of threat is too realistic to doubt myself.
People are fundamentally bad
all the monsters are human
in a foreign World Nobody cared Where is the comfort of my kind My world had changed, blazing sun piercing screams cold fucking concrete streets It’s, real black and white blending into the sidewalks crazy and sane Here is where I sleep cardboard box made into a bed Please look at me
a Refugee, my kind, don’t pity me, people boxes slaving lives My world had changed How much space do you have, I am on foreign World Please look at me.
todos los monstruos son humanos
en un mundo extranjero
ser encontrado albergue de refugiados cuando luego en casa otra vez mi mundo había cambiado fue el único.
Nadie cuida de donde es la comodidad de mi clase, no lástima cajas de carton personas pocas vidas
ardiente sol perforando la piel grita, frías calles de concreto jodido cuánto espacio tienes
verdadero blanco y negro mezclando en las aceras, locos y cuerdos aquí es donde duermo caja de cartón por cama
por favor mírame