My idols are dead and my enemies are in power
“Imagina una ciudad en donde el grafiti no es ilegal, una ciudad en la
que todo el mundo pueda pintar donde quiera. Donde cada calle esté inundada con
millones de colores y pequeñas frases. Donde esperar el autobús nunca fue
aburrido. Una ciudad viva que pertenece a todos, no solo al E$tado y a los
dueños de grandes negocios. Imagina una ciudad así, y no te apoyes en esa
pared, está recién pintada”
Por un momento no puede estar todo bien? No puede haber un momento de paz? Que no haya bodrio por cualquier cosa? Que no tenga nada pendiente ni nada encima por que preocuparme? Siento una tremenda envidia a los que les chupa un huevo todo, y tienen una personalidad fuerte.... Lamentablemente soy otra mas que se hace la cabeza por la mas minima pelotudes que pueda llegar a pasar, otra mas que no piensa antes de actuar (actuo, pienso, la cago), otra sencible que trata al ojo ajeno de demostrar que no pasa nada y en realidad es todo lo contrario, y nada eso, morire lenta y dolorosamente
People say, “I’m going to sleep now”, as if it were
nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. “For the next several hours, while
the sun is gone, I’m going to became unconscious, temporarily losing command over
everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.”
If you didn’t know what the sleep was, and you only seen it a science fiction
movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie
you’d seen. “They have this people, you know? And they would walk around all
day and be okay? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down
on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning
almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and
experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there,
completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally
shift for one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too
real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore.
Then they would drink a lot of coffee.” So, next time you see someone sleeping,
make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, “The creature is
regenerating itself”
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