Y ya.

Solté otros drafts viejitos antes de ponderar si esto llegó a su punto de caducación.

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lo sé. es que suena a ebullición.

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sí. es que me gusta pensar que les leo la mente y les contesto a lo que me imaginé que pensaron al leer el texto.

Por fin tengo tiempo para indagar sobre la mediocridad.

1era premisa:El tiempo se asegura d mediocrizar todo aquello q alguna vez fue original

Tiger time

blogspit

qué carajo le pasa a la gente que quiere que dome el tiempo?
Quieren que dome el tiempo, un tigre, que no ven que pueden domar por que en realidad es un gato domesticado pasado por generación en generación, que el mío se ha escapado y quieren que dome uno salvaje, y no entienden que es salvaje por naturaleza. No tengo la jaula requerida, y las instrucciones y cosas necesarias para atraparlo son hechas a medida del gato domesticado, no un fucking tigre.
qué carajo les pasa?

Red flares! shall be coming out of my old diaries and photographs, like a savior to my receding creativity, guiding the storm-hold of my future....but oh, what ho? this is but a rebirth coming out of your own misunderstanding of an interpretation of a stranger's text becoming itself an interpretation of the interpretation of the original feeling that is now transformed into another that reacted from the stimulation that that original one created!

Oh inspiration! where have you been hiding all along?...


abracadabra: "[...]That is, until a few months ago, when I came across some of the old name songs, stuffed onto tape cassettes, 4-track recorders, forgotten boxes, forgotten shelves, forgotten hard drives. It was like finding an old diary, or a high school yearbook, senior picture with lens flare and pockmarks, slightly cute and embarrassing. What was I thinking? [...]"


///Apparently, 'Stormhold' "was a kingdom in the world of Faerie."
I blame my subconscious for such an escape from my Undefined Words Vocabulary Stream, but it kinda seems appropriate, if you squint a little.




THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN.




Oh please don't hide from me again dear Tulip, you are but very small and with my wandering eyes i could miss you and squish you by mistake and you'd have to grow all over again...i'd be 24 by that time! can't afford that now can we?

Y la contradicción como opción para validar la existencia del ego--la sustancia intangible que nos salva de la soledad inaguantable de nuestro propio existir.

buscando excusas para no darle importancia a la experiencia, para tomar tus recuerdos prestados

http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/daniel_kahneman_the_riddle_of_experience_vs_memory.html

Una tarde

apunto de ahogar mis ojos sentada en el tren--inmensamente distraída por las mismas paranoias estúpidas--miro hacia al frente y me percato de la cara enrojecida de un muchacho con gafas ahí sentado. Desliza un dedo debajo de sus gafas que me confirmó que sí estaba llorando. Pff! pero claro! ahí viene la vida distrayéndome de mis distracciones, sólo para elevar los niveles de líquido en mis ojos.

Y ya no me sentí tan mal.

...Sí, bien a lo "I <3 Huckabees" ; vida copiona. ..well, fuck, de la vida misma se hizo, así que fue desde un principio su idea... cabrona.



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Hasta que llegué otra vez a lo de la imitación del arte o la imitación de la vida. Otro debate debatible como fractal y se vuelve a acabar todo.

*[imaginar espiral cayendo de la página]~

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AND THIS.

new stuff/old stuff

Dejaré drafts libres que escondí/nunca edite o seguí escribiendo/etc.
Van desde el a~o pasado...

Sentí que era patético guardarlos para mi sola.

bleh

to research:

La psiquiatría y su uso como encuentro de solución a problemas que se solucionan con pensar que tienen solución.

cuantas palabras se necesitan para describir el silencio?







TODAS.

Jon Jaramillo ('jubal') in reply to 'codis' in a discussion of Zeitgest's validity.

I don't know if you realize this or not, but the same could be said about the billions of people who are being deceived by religions and believing in Deities. Don't you realize that most of the violence in the world today is because of false beliefs? It doesn't matter what you want to call it, religion, philosophy, politics, Zeitgest.....whatever.....its all the same. When you look for something outside yourself to validate your identity, you become a slave of that thing.

We ARE first before we THINK....our identity comes from a place that precedes thoughts and emotions....the place of pure being. Everything else is a projection of thoughts and ideas that are constantly in flux, changing, evolving etc, unless we are subjugated into a mental prison.

Another thing I don't think you realize or understand, perhaps because you are so young and inexperienced in life, that Fiction is often used as a literary and cinematic device to tell the truth. I know, it sounds bass ackwards, but it is done. There are things so sinister and would put your life in danger if you swore an oath to protect its secrecy that the only way you could let people know that it was real was publishing it as a work of fiction.

Have you ever heard of Science Fiction? (stupid question I know) Well many things that were considered Science Fiction are now Science FACT.

Anything the human mind an conceive of as real can become real, because we are the gods of the universe and we are co-creators with all that is divine. That is the real truth that is being occulted from the masses. The system of things doesn't want us to know the true power of our brain machines and what it can be used for. The brain is a tool and nothing more, it isn't who we are, although we like to think that our collection of memories are a part of who we are, that is the trap that keeps people prisoners of the past. Fear keeps people imprisoned by the future. Most never live in the now because of the pull that the two polar opposite exert through the immersion within the system that holds these two things out as the most important things to be preoccupied with; the past and the future.

I think you are so caught up with "being right" or "being accurate" that you are missing the larger point, that most of the entire world system of things is headed on to a path of self annihilation. Carl Sagan demonstrated this in a video where he talked about a mathematical formula/model that calculated the number of intelligent and technologically advanced civilizations that could exist elsewhere in the universe.

http://current.com/entertainment/comedy/92425689_the-zeitgeist-deception-and-how-youre-all-being-lied-to.htm

Nos sumergimos la gran parte de nuestro tiempo en intentos de mostrar o empujar a los demás inquilinos de este planeta, nuestra percepción del mundo. A la misma vez que tratando de convencernos a nosotros mismo de esa visión que tanto nos aferramos como para reinvindicar nuestro lugar, espacio, existencia en esta bola flotante en el universo.
Tan absurdamente aferrados, pues es imposible hace coincidir completamente las percepciones de todos los mini-universos dentro de todas esas mentes del gran gran universo que nos rodea.

De eso se trata otra de mis crisis existenciales.

Lo que nos queda son cuentos. Cuentos para distraer. para recordarnos de distraer. para distrarernos de que tenemos que distraernos. Hasta olvidarnos que todos somos una distracción de nuestros propios asuntos.

Eso es la historia. Cuentos que nunca sabremos si son verdades porque nunca estuviste ahi para asegurarlo.

Eso es la ciencia. Investigaciones de personas extra~as que la mayoria no podras comprobar por tu cuenta porque seria absurdo re-comprobar toda investigación hecha en el mundo.

Eso es el arte. Subjetividades objetadas por el mercado.

Eso es la religion. Fe manejada por el poder.

Eso es el lenguaje. Traducciones no fieles a las emociones.

Eso es ...esto. Reinvindicaciones de las reinvindicaciones de...lo mismo.
distracciones de las distracciones del vivir.

"...there is a logic to being instinctively kind to our kin, whose survival and well-being promote the spread of our genes."

Propagación de las especies. Nada mas.

you knew the solution, and i didn't listen...

Even if only temporary.

...i didn't want to listen.

i remember... back when things meant something