To be or not to be… that’s the fucking question.<\/p>\n
You can find it anywhere, everywhere. In a book, in the moment when a baby’s head is protruding from a vagina (We can hear the cry,)\u00a0 in the moment when a middle aged woman is watching the train approaching (I could hear her blood like boiling oil. Electric…) or simply when you wake up.<\/p>\n
second<\/p>\n
before<\/p>\n
going<\/p>\n
back<\/p>\n
to<\/p>\n
sleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
Let’s make it clear. I really don’t like this place. I don’t like your eyes. I don’t like your friends. I don’t like you. I can’t like something that doesn’t exist. (do you like me? do you want a piece of my brain?)<\/p>\n
They’re here. Right now. Listen. Ugh. That scratching noise. It’s like… a rusted spoon trying to cut through a bone. They’re out to get me. Will it ever stop? Damn. I’m afraid what it could mean that it stops…<\/p>\n
I’m living on \u00abthe edge\u00bb. I’m not here. Yet not over there. (halo 12, 2.6). But the transition is the worst.<\/p>\n
There’s a moment that is missing. I must find that moment but if it’s missing … did it ever exist? doesn’t it belong to the no time-no space?<\/p>\n
Eheheh, I’m sure the Nihilators will help me. The best troops in this fucking universe. The process might not be the most.. pleasant… but I’m a dystopian hedonist after all…<\/p>\n
Play stop and change the tape<\/span>.<\/p>\n I don’t know where I was, and even tho I know this place I don’t know where I am.<\/p>\n I can feel the tendrils and tentacles claiming me back into this altered state of consciousness you call reality. YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! They dress me up and make me me. Program the bio-chemical interface, neural network and the void in the chest. But I’m not that. This is just a ride.<\/p>\n Let’s make it clear. People never understand this. I really like it here. I LOVE THIS WORLD! And humans too, they’re so… interesting.. fascinating indeed. I’m fascinated with the overwhelming nature of existence and it’s this fascination what makes life less… unbearable. This is my Suffer Genius, This is my Science of Discontent (do you hate me? do you want a piece of my sex?) And I was always like this…<\/p>\n This is the Age of Vacuum.<\/p>\n God save The Machine.<\/p>\n Lucy Phermann. Ho Kategoros.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n ESPA\u00d1OL:<\/p>\n Ser o no ser…. Esa es la jodida pregunta.<\/p>\n Puedes encontrarla donde sea, en todas partes. En un libro, en el momento cuando la cabeza de un beb\u00e9 se est\u00e1 asomando por una vagina (podemos oir el llanto), en el momento cuando una mujer de 30 y tantos a\u00f1os est\u00e1 observando el tren que se aproxima (pude oir su sangre como aceite hirviendo. El\u00e9ctrico)… o simplemente cuando te despiertas.<\/p>\n peque\u00f1o<\/p>\n segundo<\/p>\n antes<\/p>\n de<\/p>\n volverte<\/p>\n a<\/p>\n dormir.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Vamos a dejarlo claro. Realmente no me gusta este lugar. No me gustan tus ojos. No me gustan tus amigos. No me gustas t\u00fa. No puede gustarme algo que ni siquiera existe. (\u00bfTe gusto? \u00bfQuieres un pedacito de mi cerebro?)<\/p>\n Est\u00e1n Aqu\u00ed. Ahora mismo. Escucha. Ugh. Ese ruido rasposo. Es como… una cuchara oxidada tratando de cortar un hueso. Vienen por m\u00ed. \u00bfAcaso se detendr\u00e1 alguna vez? Maldici\u00f3n. Temo lo que pudiera significar que se detenga…<\/p>\n Estoy viviendo ‘al borde’. No estoy aqu\u00ed. Pero tampoco estoy all\u00e1. (halo 12, 2.6). Pero la transici\u00f3n es lo peor.<\/p>\n Hay un momento que est\u00e1 faltando. Debo encontrar ese momento pero si est\u00e1 faltando… \u00bfacaso existi\u00f3 alguna vez? \u00bfAcaso no pertenece al no tiempo-no espacio?<\/p>\n Eheheh, Estoy seguro de que los Nihilators me ayudar\u00e1n. Las mejores tropas en este jodido universo. El proceso puede que no sea el m\u00e1s… placentero… pero soy un hedonista dist\u00f3pico despu\u00e9s de todo.<\/p>\n Pulsa stop y cambia la cinta<\/span>.<\/p>\n No s\u00e9 donde estaba, y aunque conozco este lugar, no s\u00e9 donde estoy.<\/p>\n Puedo sentir sus enredaderas y tent\u00e1culos clam\u00e1ndome de vuelta a este estado de conciencia que llamas realidad. \u00a1\u00a1\u00a1MALDITO IDIOTA!!! Me visten y me hacen yo. Programan la interfaz bioqu\u00edmica, la red neural y el hueco vac\u00edo en el pecho. Pero no soy eso. Esto es s\u00f3lo un paseo.<\/p>\n Vamos a dejarlo claro. La gente nunca entiende esto. Realmente me gusta este lugar. \u00a1YO AMO ESTE MUNDO! Y a los humanos tambi\u00e9n, son tan… interesantes… fascinantes en verdad. Estoy fascinado con la abrumadora naturaleza de la existencia y es esta fascinaci\u00f3n lo que hace la vida menos… insoportable. Este es mi Genio del Sufrimiento, esta es mi Ciencia del Descontento. (\u00bfMe odias? \u00bfQuieres un pedacito de mi sexo?) Y yo siempre fui as\u00ed…<\/p>\n Esta es la Era del Vac\u00edo.<\/p>\n Dios salve a la M\u00e1quina.<\/p>\n Lucy Phermann. Ho Kategoros.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" To be or not to be… that’s the fucking question. You can find it anywhere, everywhere. 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