Once I’m spending sometime in the middle of nowhere I only have satellite connection paid per minute, so I often have some tabs opened to read them offline. Brain awareness, photography, art mags, astronomy, health, human rights, sociology, history, lost cultures, literature, philosophy, etc. Closing tabs after reading them or keeping some to check another links whenever I come back online, I often get confused with this trend of acronyms as if we’re talking about companies with their FAQ’s. In a Brains’ awareness page you can read about people who have NT, ADHD, ADD, BD, HFA, ASD, AS, etc according to the DSM, which labelled all the others as PDD-NOS. Anyway, it’s all about our CNS and our XX’s that you can learn in ABA. Then you change to the next tab and you read that people have HN1 or HIV or even MCD. Almost like if you landed in a webpage of drugs, in which people talk about their LSD, MXE or THC. Then you go to another page that is not talking about LGBT and you find out that people do lots of HDR and they got a DSLR or even an EOS with EF-S for HD. All this AD, or DC, not BC or AC. Because BRB doesn’t mean TTYL. And then, there are people who “laugh” in real saying LOL. OK, OW or WS would be dead by now. Without any PhD or even MA. The worst part is that is not only in US, but in EU too. Maybe it’s just a question of DOF. OMG, I don’t even remember my PIN when I’m in front of the LCD of my 4G and it’s almost PM: I must GO!
Enjoy your WK, GB.
Out of the Blues VII at 2HeadS
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In our generation of screenagers, it seems that loneliness is taking an incredible role. People doesn’t smell each other anymore. They don’t touch each other. They barely know what a real hug means…
Now, who’s the next volunteer for this project? Are you a loner? if you’re a young male loner, no matter where you are in the world, let me know.
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I must confess that recieving emails starting with “Hi there” makes me “troubled” with existentialist geographic issues. I get several per day, and never got used to it.
I might need to change my morning waking up meeting with the mirror, and say “hi here” instead of wishing “Good morning Gon!”. So I get used to it while peeing and drinking my coffee.
Yes, I am that multi-tasking.
Today I declared the morning to be free and went outside to pick up the bad weed that grew up between the flowers, shirtless with a straw hat and a rolled cigarette at the corner of my mouth under the sun I looked up at every single bird and asked them if they could teach me how to fly, not envious but watching how happy they were flying but I forgot that I was just down here and for the birds they are up there not looking down here like walking humans don’t look down in the street unless to avoid the shit on the roads we walk on and forgot that we do the same with the others who are down there too so I lied down on the grass letting it to involve me smoking my cigarette feeling my skin being touched by the sun enjoying the view of the birds flying over me and it was when one of them landed and started walking on my level looking at me and asking if I could teach them how to lie down so they can do the same when they need a rest, so I told the bird that there’s a reason in nature for each one to be different from each other and live happy with who we are being able to embrace one self without the desire of being another with the power of being humble accepting the differences that make each one so unique in our own nature and it was when I realised that the birds fly for our own pleasure to see them flying and the bad weed grows so we’re able to choose the ones we want to get rid off and the ones we want to keep in our own lives.
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Yesterday I watered the most beautiful white roses in the garden
right before the sun to rise and open them lasciviously to which they stood there opened receiving it all day as the most beautiful whores adorned by light. As the sun left, I refreshed them again. Then I cut them gently; taking petal by petal for them to not loose the sun they took in an intercourse of skins.
I ate them then, with their own light, feeling them with my tongue in pure flesh of senses. In the most pure act of love I now own the sun through the most beautiful white roses in the garden.
Today, Sunday noon, I dressed as if it was Sunday noon. I put a well-ironed white shirt, a tie and my polished shoes. It didn’t make me feel any more religious though. The polished shoes didn’t reflect my soul. I didn’t find any messiah on my tie. And the only thing I got was a coffee stain on my impeccable well-ironed white shirt. Without any divine shape. Afterwards I got naked to find myself again. After all today is any other day.
Today I saw the sunset for the first time. Today, and that’s why I wondered if the effort one does trying to look sane is. Sane, or it leads faster to one’s insanity. Then. I saw the sunset and realised how insane it is to be. Sane, I thought like the sunset that sanity was for others who like to be. Insanity is the future because it was changed its meaning when sanity was already insane, like. The sunset I saw today for the first time that. The future of insanity. Is the sanity, my sun. Insanity doesn’t allow you to understand the others. Sanity, makes you do not want to. Insanity. When the sun sets. Here, for one’s sanity.