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Planetary Final Poetic


Autopilot

Without being pretentious.

not you realize. We are winning with intelligent performances. With its extraordinary caution. Thoughts actuated positioning and marking mental slowness.

The word is intelligence.

I'm not just a collection of everyday acts, like you want to believe.

Thoughts, go, flow, blend and unpleasantly again to stop on.


Muc has sometimes by parasites of the earth, the wicked living dead, the puppets of the abyss.

land These gruesome designers tear you what you have in your pocket.

Vitamin evil. Ashtray dangerous. Disgusting desletargo foreboding and tears clouded by pure ambition.




That's the essence. In the gestures, your posture, your snail infamous belt.

Early deception. Unhappy tears.

What you will not be able to get into the trenches?

To you I say. Coward, wasted race.

Raza useless. Shameless.

is overwhelming feeling of panic, paranoid, sinister.

Plant unproductive. Coward. Just that. Coward.

If the fear of the truth you still weighs only say that those missing the road. At this point is frankly ... unnecessary.

Only correct if you're going to accept the devil, death, and a sincere devotion unbridled cynicism total.

There is nothing more to say, just pretend that you did not read all these words because they probably did not understand anything.

But I have news for your subconscious: the assimilated, and eventually will go awry and you need to work on autopilot.

think it is not done this.

Oh, again talking nonsense.

Disgraced

inheritance. Generating disagreement. That disaster, imperial and disjointed.

Tirado, handcuffed and shot.

not cry if the tears are like holy water.

-Let me think and I tell you then, go, ok?


Fan figure

Out of tune

figure

Equivalent tare,

To assemble units.

Dying Children,

Cruel presence.

Incoherent dilemma

Detached, finished.

In case you did not know, I am and my forty thousand versions.

's me and my forty thousand past.

's me and my forty thousand future.

All my I powered in a system that allows the approach of the idea.

in quarantine status I'm flying in order to find a little magic, and love, if it exists.

Little by little I begin to see how words are transformed into colors. This is a higher stage in the evolutionary dynamics of choice, the new provision.

The technique is to structure the influence of the soul livid.

I shall digress, the words that I am currently writing out alone.

not I write that, my ego is exposed to the experiences and emotions free.

, Ladies. No one else. The restriction can cause us to mourn.

The free expression of time and space can be very high, very pointless.

From the tedium of the duty free, time and the duty to fulfill, it is not enough ... expressed emotion.

why the rebellion, so the books, so the art.

To disengage, descontracturar, desconceptualizar ideas frankly frightening from the standpoint of psychological and emotional impact that cause the soul.


What I know, I'm still writing.

If every second was a word, surely things would be more charming.

About

all by the blatant misunderstanding of the innocent look. Innocence uncomfortable, insecure, unhappy, lack of certainty.

But we know very well that the certainties are death. Without the mystery, what sense would trust.

The home of the man is ignorant, not what you know.

is the image of the hunter who seeks not know what he wanted.

fascinating look against the mediocre elitist.

Against he thinks he has power to know.

Why

know what? a series of structured conventions, previously thought by another being who thinks he knows everything. For a supposed sure things are exactly the same, obvious, safe, cold, melted down and under the urgent rush of imagination is broken.


streets I

seems to me makes no sense to ignore things when it comes to life.

Life

gentlemen. The word tells you. Stop lying.

I know very well that you're not happy enough, because even a bit suspicious of this.

You do not have any idea that there is the hard questioning of the human condition.

And your mere existence artificial surface and a face you are eating your soul. Bastard of disbelief. Go and buy a microwave and see if that makes you a little happier.

And if you think I will shut up with your old tricks early seduction, you will not make me tremble.

going to make me just laugh, because I know more than you thought.

Be all that you 're saying, what you're thinking and more.

I can recognize the intention of the slightest gesture of your face, the place that has that look, which transmits and what it means. Not for you, but for me.

Because you do not even suspect that transmits your existence.

And worst of all: you'll never know.

Because you're using a mirror to reflect your life, do not throw words, just simple arbitrary stylistic, afraid, afraid the true certainty.

This uncertainty gnaws you the mystery, magic, passion and wildness.

That momentum animal you will unlock the conflict and press in the world of peace within. The reflection of the soul.

But you will not succeed if you reis the hard question that I'm doing.

My advice, only one: morning when you wake, do not you wash your face, your comb, do not get dressed, and went to street. Let's see how they react to the mediocre.

Just watch their faces, their faces of surprise, disbelief. Feel the fear, the thrill, the adrenaline desentibia you the heart and makes you scream in your nest of thorns.

probably the only ones who laugh will be children. These old and new foxes mocking, able to change any time conventionalism, structured, and evil, typical of the mediocrity of the human imagination.

That

more I can say. If you have fear and sadness, take advantage, brings good out there. Plasmalo something.

Create art, drawing, singing, painting, plays, wrote and never questions why.



Normalizing

Well. Paladereando a convention totally bitter, boring and pointless.

I will just act "normal" to satisfy the voices, not the hearts of the people around me and to achieve a certain equivalence of emotional.

emotion that I could not afford to dismantle, fully, at least this afternoon, where the sun was not yet finished the piles emaciate human.

All this in writing as well, so kind, is scaring me a little, because I realize that I have things to say, and are impossible to overturn in a chat.

Then the only link of words may have is the keys and the monitor, which obviously can terrify anyone who assumes that life is a human bond.

What I know. If anyone has any suggestions, gladly listen.

"I have an idea

" Let's see ... "Tell me that question?

"Look, I just like to say that these wandering on the road. The machine is simply a tool. The real link is not the machine itself, but with yourself. The machine is a way to get that which you want to achieve, for your ideas, your passions and your feelings, more than respectable. Will I follow?

-dimension is very good I just did. In fact I realize that this is so as you say. Thank you very much, and I hope the dialogue will not cut, refrigerator converts boring.

"You're mentally ill.


Poetics of Rock

Just rock

And mark not so cheap, so mean.

The efficiency of the guys who know

Because I can not live without allies,

Without references,

Without taking the good of everyone,

Without removing the exorbitant magma some magic stocks.

His imprint is to communicate,

To understand,

and passion also understands why Mr.

Cannibalism think,

is intelligent,

carried away by his instincts and those things (while making a gesture with his left hand as if to say "keep the presses.")

Some language structures that serve to express things that do not express nor best actor, nor the worst impostor.

what about the fear of the people that they find it difficult to change, if not listen to the music.

That aroused even the most ruthless dead

and revives the most apathetic in the world be warm pitiful.

of good things, I draw a lot. But the bad much more. Because there is learned kilos (do not know how, if you dare CONTAL).

For fools, fools, these are just words. And I must confess that to me sometimes too.

At this point let fingers move and write down what to paint them. My head is simply a guide. Is the stick that uses the walker when walking on a tightrope.

that innocence is admirable, for pure and substantial, that manages to be fascinating, few have it. Generally all children, and some women, not all.

And sometimes I wonder if that innocence is a wonderful state, perfect, and one of the goals of life. I'll never know.

And that's why I'm writing to see if one of those, one day, give the key. A small nail. A small piece of the puzzle to finish put something together.

Finish something, and then back again. But enjoying every moment, eh. Do not be so gray.

Only two objectives:

Enjoy life and

exaltation of the soul

and rest ... I wait.


just walking


Stop playing to the gallery, and báncate hit, stupid wimp.

said the ape giddy fervor by the rostrum

How will you tell that to your child?

Mediocre failed.


Liberation interior, this is the fight.

individual Revolution and then universal.

speak of the man who traveled through the maze of universal knowledge,

as a surfer today,

Internet .


As Diogenes the Cynic, walk down the street looking for honest men.

My

unpleasant surprise: few.

But meanwhile, do not think about that.

only think of the plans, projects, accounts receivable.

just are spots left on the floor,

the heat will be able to evaporate.

If you believe in yourself,

not that stupid human invention called "god."

this is easy:

God created man in His image and likeness,

Man Created God in His image and likeness.


Metele a piece of poetry.

A bit of lyricism.

A bit of magic.

'll do very well.

But for that we must have patience, and lots.

All this time I learned one thing only:

The didactic teaching, the poetic delights and persuades oratory.


Text and drawings:

Andrew Esposito

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