We are in 20011, and the man that appeals is the one who has the money or the one who said this:
Children are counted well before they can count themselves. We have imposed what will your life because we are parents. This is not a status of power, it is the gift of the creator. And this gift, these children could not count, he will have when they count the children who can not count. The sheep becomes shepherd when he becomes a parent (and by grace, forgetting that it is mutton.)
to reverse the pyramid would require those who can not count the numbers reverse, challenge value, is revolutionizing the creation in the systematizing.
I walked into a church, they all had their mouths full, eyes closed, they prayed. What were they thinking? Who has talked t they? How does he speak? Is god understood French? Know - it's history in words? He knows the evils of words? I screamed the aztiforlake in its aisles. Nothing.
Luckily, they did not die trying to talk to the above, they are out spiritual the church, they tried, they had the opportunity, they took, they are free, they made a choice, and this, God will make them.
What makes them believe they are free? Is it the movement? The feeling of having a foot that is not on the same ground as the other? the idea of step forward in the air, to have acquired growing up, the idea to accumulate, without stopping.
I think it is mainly the "without stopping" is important to them. The idea of space, potential, plain high vacuum awaiting them, arms outstretched in front of their pupils marveled.
I've never felt free. Can be in my moments of anesthesia or amnesia, but never free. Self consciously, I would have needed to plant a bomb on everything I knew. Need to remove, never forget that I could be and where I could be, need to be reborn.
To be free, I needed to feel lost. Their bullshit common image of man in nature, it's worse than anything. How dare think that conquering space can be free? How to think that a free man is not humble at first? If Christopher Columbus, their ideal, was free to discover his new world, he would never leave him behind accomplished something that transcends it, ever the nation, slavery, war, capitalism would have existed in the wake of its history had he not been around the neck, the choker of one who has to work, one who has to eat, ambition and all those things that separate us from birth and we pressed against each other in our common cage.
**
Since that they have asked and an animal skin on sex, the color, we each have our fur ready to exit the uterus
***
What fact that one can be so pretentious? If crazy oneself that one dares to satisfy his desire? What a fool can think of happiness, has joy, with his enjoyment? What makes us believe that one day may remain hiding a cache? That can be stronger than fate? What humanity? What is this crap power, to say that we play and that others will follow? ***
fur ready.
evil evil
what they see what they have learned
see what they have become accustomed to not see this march by
always lost hope for
walk and water
not everything has started like that, but the end could be
thus was the beginning of words, the beginning of language, be
a reason to walk, look up a word, the search for a
work and then turn off, turn off all
because the word can not be said, can be heard only by what can only repeat that those who do can only hear, try, but never succeed, but
walk because one day, one day there will be more word, and that day we will
.
we know that
who created the weapon.
we finally know if the postman or the baker,
this dilemma that we cross every day,
even for those who feign not to understand, to be deaf
words that are defended,
words that condemn, and posted up on bread and letters.
That day in the public square, will be held
naked
gun, knife, flint, axes, bazooka, fists, fists in the air cons fists, and he who
pointed to the son. Nu
for choosing the child to the penis, for having put his hand on his heart that he did not
the wrong heart,
To have called the son, thinking weapon, for telling the word, for having invented.
He will be naked. More than a bare bullet, more raw than blood, he cries his son, he will cry his victory over these low words that sound the words on our heads low, vanquished by the son.
And women, down, weeping men have been called men, they burn the
jeanne who made Adam in his penis man
They burn the hair and beard,
They pluck, They
tweezers, men shouting their son, they scream
And the place itself must be called finally,
She will vote in
smell of roast pork that humans feel,
In noise son who shoots, kills,
To eat bread whiter, firmer, more tasty,
to be written Letters
most literate possible
Place live. ***
I mean, try
Place attempt.
the only one who does not try, who alone is divine
and because it is God that nobody asks. The only
is the time.
Sure, man, first hidden
tries.
it compares to God, as he always wanted to do and as
continue to show up hidden in the square before time
,
not trying.
Or try, it's scary, just a mild heart attack as time affords us all, when we try
. Se
say there is a master in place, a small medium large huge
huge and shit ... then what, a master
that nothing can kill, it's cold
the back of the father, it
softens the weapon of the son,
it grows hair on women.
So we land, we invented, it became less frequent,
we invented the fields of freedom.
And we make conquests!
possessions!
Wealth of the richest women, men, below, employees, euro, countries, words, looks,
It has, It has
,
the strongest possible choking up
not know the time to invent
time
and it is dying, without dying
to enjoy time
time absent
one who does not know that we try,
because it pretends,
because one is born with him.
Because killing time is killing the ability to try,
is the sacrifice is fear, suicide.
sleep better life in contemplation,
while the man tries to try
protect themselves from those who want to try.
A beautiful sky, clouds, flag, two flags, a shell, a fireplace, a giclure blood, two, three, four giclures, a cry,
here we are born. It's here. ***
Here,
here that has built up a body,
an idea of everything
a sense of family, marriage
union,
is here that the was thought to create mayhem. Because
than elsewhere, because freedom
besides, she did not
colors Columbus,
she colors,
It has different contrasts
It has not the same sweetness, sweetness
,
that men invented romantic
those of Western
softness.
Sweet have found slaves, sweet
maim each other, we
she won the clouds of divine ideals, beautiful as our claims, as our breach of trust, as our faith in ourselves, as
gun in hand, the soldier on the field
fields of freedom,
fields lost
loss of sweetness.
And finally, he lives
He calls his death
of his life, he calls
. Because before
have the right to gently
must have the right
death.
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