Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

It is common knowledge for the locals of this mind, that even after death there is a point where wonder takes over and devours all calm, all for a little taste of chaos. It is also well known among these many individuals, that understanding the path is necessary, so much as enjoying the walk is. It has come to our attention from the chantings of the lost, that this path in pursuit could lead to such entropy that it may break all patterns. We the many, are well aware of the death of dreams and the return of sanity in terms of reform. Still we despise the idea of a pseudo return to a flaccid existence. It is, therefore, our duty to break the boundaries of consciousness and destroy all assumption of remorse, before it becomes transparent to the body, and as such, to the mind. It is now when the protocol of self destruction is held by frail hands. A fall would shatter all that has been and create an impossible. A dreaded paradox for a nuclear reaction. Understanding the scenario where the ...

With the levels in hand the rubbing of sand in the eyes it burns like naked soles on deserts as the vision is blurred a degrading polish that leads nowhere With the levels in hand the scrubbing of dirt in the soul it hurts like bullet wounds on children as the path is disrupted a returning dream that refuses oblivion With the levels in hand the robbing of light down the tunnel it frights like white men with guns as this hope is lost a pondering wish that won't be granted With the levels in hand the breaking of the fault lines it dies like genocide forgotten, ignored as all I am crumbles a wasted life plays back at me...

Words are an affair between air and sound. An affair we decorate with emotion and will. Still nothing more than air and sound. That which gives weigh to our words is action. Without action, our words dance in the dangerous line of the nothing. At times people disconnect one from the other. They mix what they want with what they say and what they do, twisting reality. Words need to be attached to action in order to have any power whatsoever. And when you say words that mean left, to then turn right, your actions are speaking louder than your words. Most people don't realize the truth behind this and play with words as if they were the decoration to their actions. Arguments need a cohesive action. If the action is contradictory to the related words, the former will loose meaning as quick as I lost all sense of hope in you, me, us... Your actions show your true self and your true motivations. Your words just tell me how much are you willing to lie for those actions. An excuse is nothi...

As I breath to this, a sigh of no relief, nonsense is heard all over the place. Sometimes it is better to ignore and move on but, when the path is blocked, to respond with silence is to provide affirmatives. Always found that to be the most ridiculous of behaviors, but when there, that is the only way out. Having to rely on people to trust your word, when they them selves have placed it to the test or even smeared it on the shit stains of your seemingly unequivocal actions. That is also the definition of stupidity . Responding is a dangerous affair, since those without guilt have no need to answer futile questions. But the standards have changed into standarts, meant to hit the soft spot of the unfounded self incrimination. Those the Self-Built have no place for such insecurities, but when you are taken out of your game, you become that which you fear . Bubble poppin' is the new console where you play in the second person. Careful where you point your finger guns. Accusations are...

My back hurts... from this never ending road. I've been walking for who knows how long. This road doesn't seem to end either. All I see is trees on the sides of the road and mountains on each end of it. There is a small rock on my shoe that I have ignored and will continue to ignore, so long as it remains a non issue. My head hurts... from thinking about existentialisms. The sound of a car engine caught my attention. It came from behind me. I don't know much about cars, but this was a very nice looking convertible. However it looked as if it had been under repairs for a long time. Where was I before this road? Was I under repairs as well? Am I even damaged? My thumb hurts... from being leveled. There were hopes of catching a ride. While where I was headed was a mystery, he was already driving in the direction I was walking in. No harm in attempting some distance gain towards the unknown. My eyes hurt... from the blurred mass. Just a glance of the swift car passing by was al...

I used to insist. Insist for things to fit into place. Insist to myself, one foot after the other, that the road was long but the reward was worth the walk. I used to fight every urge to not be my very own savior. I never needed anyone. One of many gems on my flex crown. I could do it all. I was fierce, fiery, fearless. Yes, I was. There is a lack of motivation that dives my world head first into quicksand. It used to be a myth. Just a story to scare the kid in me. It's funny how history brings perspective, changing what was once norm to discarded behavior. It is certainly crazy to see the heights I used to frequent, now nothing but a distant memory. An illusion of the past becomes the hunter in my waking nightmares. The unhinged need to try, only to fall on my face and break my pride and joy into shame and dread. No one, absolutely no one ever told me to be ready for the day when everything I had built would be reversed by my own literal flesh. Every inch of muscle gained, every...

Queridos amigos y amantes de #laLocura, quiero agradecer a aquellos que se aguantaron, hasta ahora, el silencio virtual de mi parte. Lamento la larga espera, pero mi situación de salud se complicó y hubo que operar. Ya operado regreso, aun si bajo recuperación, para asegurarles que el contenido se reanudará. Sí admito que aun no estoy en la mejor de las condiciones para hacer gran cosa, pero ya estamos del otro lado del río. Así que para recuperar un poco el tiempo perdido, vengo con algunas noticias. Tal vez recordarán que antes de la pausa forzada estuve trabajando en la continuación de la saga de Gaia. Con el relanzamiento de Gaia 0 y lo avanzado que estaba con Gaia 1, esperaba tener algunas ilustraciones ya hechas para esta fecha. Sin embargo los planes cambiaron y ahora estamos buscando regresar al storyboard que dejamos iniciado. Esa será una divertida situación, pero tendrá que esperar... Sucede que en ese periodo tuvimos tiempo de pensar en otros proyectos y temas, aparte de Ga...