daydreamed Yesterday's costing me something to remember. I was in bondi, disoriented, taking a bottle of wine in the last window seat and the head Marullus a loquat was passing in a cart. Came with a another, looking at me with the same face of wonder who put that hole full and without ado out cracking. I got out of bondi out the window, grabbed the cart and destroyed about a Mercedes that was parked there.
A screaming, wildly. A wounded animal consciousness or something. Angry at everything and everyone. Something bad was in the city last night. I do not know it was. I was out there was a drop else sick of everything. An outbreak of rebel weariness that gripped my mind and my own life. Pure anger, that was taking shape from within as an anime.
I became an entity of pure destruction. It grew as he was attacked. That would stronger every minute, without a second's respite. Measuring two meters and killed. Was three meters and broke. Measured four and quartered. Unleashed rage unchecked.
I, Satan, was shot by the police, the army fire and all I did was destroy, grow and repeat "Join! Atáquenme!".
I lost in the intricacies of the consciousness of that monster, I thought "I am the enemy within, which is to destroy all this shit." And the spawn, exacerbated by my ideas (or me, exacerbated by their own) was destroyed.
is difficult to explain a dream urgent. I speak of a demon, of The Devil, Satan, Beelzebub, who took my (agnostic proselytizing) to kill with a vengeance and not to fear. A release of all taboo. That must feel all the demons that plague us while we sleep. He was furious and blood, vengeance and demolition. And as humans, before dying, he threw the enemy all they had, from holy water to the atomic bomb, I did not feel anything but hatred. Ciego
of anxiety, only managed to kick all before him, knowing from inside the horned head in the clouds, which could not even brag of what he had achieved. Bramábamos only, without ceasing, "Unite! Atáquenme!". Buenos Aires
destroyed. Some have gone, others have died. I really care, to hell no. And I, at last, after all, either. Blindness touched us both, and we were one and a single action. Pure function, fulfilling a unique role in the universe: destroy. Move through the world, stepping on and killing, trying not to discriminate. Nothing is left standing.
One day, they began to call attention to the little humans. Little by little we listened tried that, but we were too busy spitting fire and stepping mountains. A rather bold pilot wrote, with his jet plane above clouds around me neck and dodging the flames that gave off my huge body, a message that will be remembered for millennia in this parallel world I dreamed: WE ARE ONE
The devil stopped cold and silent. From near his big toe managed to hear speakers who repeated the same message. Deep breath, so deep that all the trees lost their leaves and the ocean levels rose ten meters. The world shook a burden.
felt, we felt that there was brotherhood between people pure, and not a hint of terror in the hearts of the world. All brothers. Without distinction, without prisons, without asylums, no judges, no lawyers, no government, not Congress, not rich, not unhappy, not histeriqueadas, without grumbling, without cowardice, without rules, without vanity, without resentment. No fear of death.
Automatically, I left my body and I joined the collective consciousness that attacked me. Defending himself. Miserable humans who defended each other in a unique and immortal enemy. Joined ... We joined to attack.
Satan, happy, shrank, it became clear and became an angel. The angel said: "The Devil and God are one. Because if I am, I am everything. They need to be loved because it made him. They need to be hated to join. Have joined and have succeeded, for now ... "
I thought something similar had already made the Kia with the flood. I thought of my own need to make a clean slate, fresh start, to destroy what I am, what we are, to re-create us at ease and piacere.
But then I remembered the true story of the Flood.
remembered that God does not exist.
remembered I was dreaming.
And I woke up.
The bondi should have advanced three blocks, just. cortitos Those dreams are the best, because they are the only ones I have. But this one in particular left me biting an anguish, watching people around me and the way we behave, yet I was.
A screaming, wildly. A wounded animal consciousness or something. Angry at everything and everyone. Something bad was in the city last night. I do not know it was. I was out there was a drop else sick of everything. An outbreak of rebel weariness that gripped my mind and my own life. Pure anger, that was taking shape from within as an anime.
I became an entity of pure destruction. It grew as he was attacked. That would stronger every minute, without a second's respite. Measuring two meters and killed. Was three meters and broke. Measured four and quartered. Unleashed rage unchecked.
I, Satan, was shot by the police, the army fire and all I did was destroy, grow and repeat "Join! Atáquenme!".
I lost in the intricacies of the consciousness of that monster, I thought "I am the enemy within, which is to destroy all this shit." And the spawn, exacerbated by my ideas (or me, exacerbated by their own) was destroyed.
is difficult to explain a dream urgent. I speak of a demon, of The Devil, Satan, Beelzebub, who took my (agnostic proselytizing) to kill with a vengeance and not to fear. A release of all taboo. That must feel all the demons that plague us while we sleep. He was furious and blood, vengeance and demolition. And as humans, before dying, he threw the enemy all they had, from holy water to the atomic bomb, I did not feel anything but hatred. Ciego
of anxiety, only managed to kick all before him, knowing from inside the horned head in the clouds, which could not even brag of what he had achieved. Bramábamos only, without ceasing, "Unite! Atáquenme!". Buenos Aires
destroyed. Some have gone, others have died. I really care, to hell no. And I, at last, after all, either. Blindness touched us both, and we were one and a single action. Pure function, fulfilling a unique role in the universe: destroy. Move through the world, stepping on and killing, trying not to discriminate. Nothing is left standing.
One day, they began to call attention to the little humans. Little by little we listened tried that, but we were too busy spitting fire and stepping mountains. A rather bold pilot wrote, with his jet plane above clouds around me neck and dodging the flames that gave off my huge body, a message that will be remembered for millennia in this parallel world I dreamed: WE ARE ONE
The devil stopped cold and silent. From near his big toe managed to hear speakers who repeated the same message. Deep breath, so deep that all the trees lost their leaves and the ocean levels rose ten meters. The world shook a burden.
felt, we felt that there was brotherhood between people pure, and not a hint of terror in the hearts of the world. All brothers. Without distinction, without prisons, without asylums, no judges, no lawyers, no government, not Congress, not rich, not unhappy, not histeriqueadas, without grumbling, without cowardice, without rules, without vanity, without resentment. No fear of death.
Automatically, I left my body and I joined the collective consciousness that attacked me. Defending himself. Miserable humans who defended each other in a unique and immortal enemy. Joined ... We joined to attack.
Satan, happy, shrank, it became clear and became an angel. The angel said: "The Devil and God are one. Because if I am, I am everything. They need to be loved because it made him. They need to be hated to join. Have joined and have succeeded, for now ... "
I thought something similar had already made the Kia with the flood. I thought of my own need to make a clean slate, fresh start, to destroy what I am, what we are, to re-create us at ease and piacere.
But then I remembered the true story of the Flood.
remembered that God does not exist.
remembered I was dreaming.
And I woke up.
The bondi should have advanced three blocks, just. cortitos Those dreams are the best, because they are the only ones I have. But this one in particular left me biting an anguish, watching people around me and the way we behave, yet I was.
