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Citando a Julian Katari del 19/05/2025, 1:56 am
Naked dress.
Playing this game we ended up all undressing and rubbing... wait, not yet. Kind of, we've been unpacking and unloading, showing the different fibers, parts of what this weaving is made of. Yesterday's moment was quite the point where we saw the raw nature of this creation story. We have chosen to play along with this extinction circus we dare not un-fun ourselves from. We don't want to quit the fun even if it means trashing our grandson's future. It's just not there, apparently, nothing is there, they've stripped us bare from principles, direction and guidelines. Except for the ones taking us to survaillanceville and whiten your ass sessions. Monstruous it is, as you can see, being ripped off the flesh and dressing of having a culture, a root. Overculture, Our fatherculture -consume as you can- is quite the replacement and time monkey is so happy with it. Fluordate your brain and plastify your water like. Phosphorize away your guts while you glucosedate away.
Amazing adaptation there is, to graphene and glyphosate, oh it's coming. We can't be having so much fun anymore. Now we gotta pay the bills, and we're mars away into debt. Really, today's nawal be like: "dog, you gonna stay there or you going to hop inside, there's a boat leaving and you ain't on it."
That can be said as far as your effort to regain your identity and return to some kind of cultural path is done, along with wattcha gonna eat bitch. Today a discrete radioactive cucumber slipped into our salad and just by touching the other vegetables turned them as bitter as denatonium (google it like me). Not kidding, but we are happy knowing we have something to wear.
Today's nawal is about the cultural clothes we wear, which are the same thing as the path we walk on. B'aatz gave us an origin where anything can play, and so the multiverse chose diversity as its symphony, and that's the canon we are about to end soon with 260 of these writing and nawal qu'ij worshiping exercises. Diversity has always been the thing and the way, so even the idea of "we can't get along and that's why we're fucked" is brainwashed. Hundreds, thousands and millions of living beings and ways have coexisted in a valid, live their own life, have their own truth, weave their own universe manner. There is no single way nor one single truth, yet we all part from the same source and share the same time-space continuum. Within this diversity; anti-diversity, imposed homogeneity -monotheism and derivatives- is not part of it, it's what thinks that erasing it, it -the nothing everythingness- can exist. The current definition of postmodernism describes this phenomena, but it's not a choice really, we have to understand we are found somewhere along the path that has been lost.
Let's look at it positively. We can start walking. But will you?
Naked dress.
Playing this game we ended up all undressing and rubbing... wait, not yet. Kind of, we've been unpacking and unloading, showing the different fibers, parts of what this weaving is made of. Yesterday's moment was quite the point where we saw the raw nature of this creation story. We have chosen to play along with this extinction circus we dare not un-fun ourselves from. We don't want to quit the fun even if it means trashing our grandson's future. It's just not there, apparently, nothing is there, they've stripped us bare from principles, direction and guidelines. Except for the ones taking us to survaillanceville and whiten your ass sessions. Monstruous it is, as you can see, being ripped off the flesh and dressing of having a culture, a root. Overculture, Our fatherculture -consume as you can- is quite the replacement and time monkey is so happy with it. Fluordate your brain and plastify your water like. Phosphorize away your guts while you glucosedate away.
Amazing adaptation there is, to graphene and glyphosate, oh it's coming. We can't be having so much fun anymore. Now we gotta pay the bills, and we're mars away into debt. Really, today's nawal be like: "dog, you gonna stay there or you going to hop inside, there's a boat leaving and you ain't on it."
That can be said as far as your effort to regain your identity and return to some kind of cultural path is done, along with wattcha gonna eat bitch. Today a discrete radioactive cucumber slipped into our salad and just by touching the other vegetables turned them as bitter as denatonium (google it like me). Not kidding, but we are happy knowing we have something to wear.
Today's nawal is about the cultural clothes we wear, which are the same thing as the path we walk on. B'aatz gave us an origin where anything can play, and so the multiverse chose diversity as its symphony, and that's the canon we are about to end soon with 260 of these writing and nawal qu'ij worshiping exercises. Diversity has always been the thing and the way, so even the idea of "we can't get along and that's why we're fucked" is brainwashed. Hundreds, thousands and millions of living beings and ways have coexisted in a valid, live their own life, have their own truth, weave their own universe manner. There is no single way nor one single truth, yet we all part from the same source and share the same time-space continuum. Within this diversity; anti-diversity, imposed homogeneity -monotheism and derivatives- is not part of it, it's what thinks that erasing it, it -the nothing everythingness- can exist. The current definition of postmodernism describes this phenomena, but it's not a choice really, we have to understand we are found somewhere along the path that has been lost.
Let's look at it positively. We can start walking. But will you?