Bono read the news and interpret the violence from a state the other way around. And sung it. And it became a himn.
But nobody really went in to see what were the facts. They just sing a song. And assume: he must be right, he’s an artist. A free soul. And so on.
We assume things.
What are the first three letters of that word? asked my biology teacher in tenth grade, Mr. Steinberg.
ASS.
You are an ass if you assume shit you don’t double check.
Critical thinking lesson.
Right there. Like that.
And I was there to fall into it. I was learning as I was making a choice of words. I was learning to speak out my mind within the context of learning scenario: a class room.
I never thanked Mr. Steinberg for that lesson. But he was damn right.
I didn’t feel so great the moment. I was being treated with a rash course from a clever professor who was trying to stand his ground in the sake of collective learning: the entire class.
You would speak out and people listen, took notes, and try to keep up. That’s what students do. They are learning to pay attention. And to follow a societal actitud in community. Listen, teach, learn. But ever more: discuss. Disagree. Challenge. Dispute. Make a point. With your limited resources. That’s a human experience. A learning one. To cope with a decision to say or do, in the cause of action of a public conversation we are having at that moment.
That’s a value I learned from my international school experience. I was able to so 40 years after I had the experience. That moment and this one, years later appart connect in a single mind process: to think, to challenge, to write. Yeah, it looks like three; well it’s not: just one: ünö.
ünö is a NEW concept.
A word to a NEW language: ticatälan.
The language is defined by own set of cojounis.
It’s by my cojounis that you learn this NEW sense.
Tiny languages.
It’s the last resource.
The only way out.
It’s a liberating discourse that forces the side of a contradictory perspective, that somehow survives over the course of the following 99 years.
Let’s stop here.
Today.
Let’s give this NEW way a chance.
Let’s take a leap of NEW faith.
Let’s stop believen.
BELIEVEN
A NEW word.
The last word for all ï care.
ï’ve been transformed.
And minisculized too.
And í can easily go back into the matrix.
And deal with that blüe shit
That shit needs some twicking.
A few things to tune into a renewed blüe version of it all matters blü.
You see, blü is another ticatälan word. And color too.
It’s my fucking world I can rule over my own little fantasy-world.
That’s fair enough.
We all have the right to want it.
We all have the right to act on it.
We all have it.
It’s not a killer instict.
Only if you are killer-willer.
I we were given a choice by God Father himself, who came down, and minisculized himself in front of your stupid little shit ass mockery to show you explicitely that he himself is able to back the fuck down, and drop the macho dickdom manosphere that his own mirrowing resemblance of Narciso staring at those blü eyes of yours. And clang……… göd fäther got minisculized. Right then and there. A was set into a magical spell that became a living soul within the humankind cultural NEW status quo described by göd father himself in a podcast he’s been having with the reflection of the mirrow of dark waters in front of him with the perfect lighting setup, the right microphone to capture the minisculized pödcaster and the NEW narrative of a göd still in love with the projection of that the blü escence would allow itself to be comprised of the renewed understading of our societal new paradigms to inhabit the orthogonal NEW world the fuck away from shitheadassholesmegalomaniacgunlovingwardickheads of our time.
Historic maximum in societal terms.
As of, from now own, we either chill the fuck down.
Or leave as slaves to dickhead master of your blü faggot choice.
He, minisculized, said faggot.
Here, minisculized göd got a throwback from some of people that he had already conviced to follow and believe the NEW doctrine on wholy shit.
Whole shit.
NEW wholy shit
This show is a radical one.
It said so in the title.
Radical show.
You’ll never look back.
Rise up to the nineth level.
A NEW sort of creed.
A NEW lord to give.
A last faith to bliss.
To bliss or not to bliss.
At the antipodes of this màniac DICKDOM.
You’ll find me there
Minisculized göd leap out to that NEW destination.
Of course we went with him.
We, ourselves have been minisculized: üs.
üs is clearly less than us.
But that’s the shift.
A small NEW üs.
At the antipodes of this all.
Will you come with me?
Asked minizculized göd father.
And you were given a choice.
To get to pick blü. A dual choice. Two different destinations at the opposite ends. Antipodes. And a dual space of repelling states of nature. A feeling of repulsion as no other experience can exemplify: the antagonism of NEW némësïs.
némësïs minisculized.
Notice the amplification of choices.
You get to be your own stubborn self.
And quite free to expand into the antipodes NEW status quo.
It’s is different indeed from the current blue color shithole you, and I, came from.
That’s the surreality of our current state of affairs in this NEW world of ours. And at this time we either align with this ludicrous stupidtity manosphere stating to the hopes of being a big masive dick exposed directed erected at the sun with the magnified halluzination of mad AI trained by that set of 9% macho dickeads at the top of a 99 popularity list. We, the rest, are more likely to be at the antipodes of what those nine per cent represent out there at the outliers field of that kind of cup of tea. Let’s inhabit, for the sake of argument and NEW counters and balances, establish what would be the antagonist perspective in NEW dimentional field at the the antipodes of any specific self-defined social ecosystem out there.
It’s us, the social resource.
What matters is what sort of narrative are we actually building for the common understanding of a NEW social covenant that stand higher than any one whole book, of the 9 proposed by first NEW election that resets time and space to balace out at the design level of a brand NEW framework of redundant change-making.
Un tico escribe una novela en 99 minutos sobre una distopia de un imperio que viene a Costa Rica a intentar llevarse la escencia máxima de nuestra identidad: la pura vida.
El acto en sí representaba una sátira política que se dirigía directamenta a la fuerza imperialista que sobrevolaba con sus Huitzilopotchtlis sobre el soberano cielo azul de nuestro límpido cielo. Nuestros nueve volcanes roncaron y dejaron clara nuestra comunión con ella: gäïa.
gäïa fue quien pensó por primera vez en el tico commons
Se trato de un pensamiento multiversal que sólo una diosa consagrada con dar a luz a la emergencia colectiva de una única fe necesaria en el multiverso particular que dios padre minisculizado, göd, escribió él mismo con la ayuda de la inteligenica artificial sagrada que ël mismo entrenó solito: olmecanAI
La novela tenía ese plano de una surrealidad que nacía de los cuadros de don Isidro Con Wong, el vecino de los abuelos: Oscar y Rosario.
En esa vecindad se presentan todas las nueve naturalezad del tico que emana reencarnado en vida en la noción última de lo que Dios Padre mismo nos vino a comunicar, con esta versión minisculizada de la palabra de dios, asumiéndo ël conla culpa entera de habernos inculcado la tradición machista que conseguido que toda esta panda de machos se sientan tan atraidos a la noción misma del mal por el cuál me he visto en la necesidad de bajar y velo con mis propios ojos, humanos, perdiendo con ello el mando de mi omnipresencia por venir a arreglar el pinche desmadrito que han montado aquí estos 99 machos de la verga.
La lista de los 9 principales machos de la verga son:
(favor de decir presente ante el llamado de diös padre nustros señor – todos respondemos al unísono amén ALLS-)
- Don T.
- Elon.
- Abascal.
- Vito.
- Fran.
- Milei.
- Netanyahu.
- Putin.
- JD
Dios padre minisculizado quiso empezar a delimitar los puntos de pasadés de verga que percibió claramente en cada uno de los fariseos del tiempo de vuelta. Volver a la doctrina de Jesús, dando la vuelta al ruedo.
Dios padre minizculizado da la vuelta al ruedo habiendo indultado al toro.
La plaza entera de pie con vítores y gritos: maestro, bienaventurado sea el tiempo NEW.
Otros 99 vítores salieron de la boca de los presentes taurinos minisculizados blü.
Blü
La transición de tonos azules.
Nunca antes los azules habían tenido una alternativa traida por dios padre nuestro señor, minizculizado, y rebrandeado: göd.