Stutz mom was damn right; macho men heteropatriarch white party sucks and can suck my weeeiiiiiiiiiner you dumb fuck NëMESIS.
That’s the holy symbol.
The NEW brand.
At the glow shine salm.
Oh my LORD
THANK YOU LORD
LORD SUCK MY COCK
YOU’d be disturbed, if your were a gentle man.
But you are only a GOD, father.
You’ve never felt the human side of having the life and love that my FATHER, GOLMAN, and I have had over the lifetime we shared.
And this is our story backwards.
99 cells of the latest version of our NEW dimentional beings.
The open side of the espectrum of posibility.
I’ll take Jonah, Stutz and you can bring it on.
I’m with this NEW laws.
For a greater common good.
Enhanced in this brand NEW time.
In this branded space of a self-fulfilling NEW dream.
A collective co-creation right out of the heart of the holiest mountain in the entire coast from Carmelo beaches to Casablanca before que go Canarias and back to the back skull of this my beloved SHE-HE ÁFRICA. The origin of our species. How we recognize ourselves agains the complete calibrated scorecard of our every move, meaning, game of words, poems, left foot goals, right foot goals, heading goals, chilena goals, palomita gols, corner gols, j’e vais fair un gol avec plus de màgic que le gol du Roberto Carlos to Fabien Barthez al Prince du Paris Sheik Stadium.
Oh, common, you can’t take a little joke.
Si vous plait.
Un moment, si vous poveus ecouter, si vous plait? Si’l vou plait? Si’l vous ple. Je suis la NEW vieu.
Jevous
Je vull.
Je suis.
Nous sommes.
Ca cesç tout.
Tout lo grand que la viue peut etre.
Peut etre i’ll est past tout lo que nous pouvez comprendres que c’est lo normal. Quelque choice que l’elecció d’un set d’estats de la nature que pouvez obliguez a regardez avec la possibilite d’interacció. Il n’ya pas de l’ordenador. C’est un cimeà. Il’hya de constitucions diferents. Mais nous voulez pas ques c’est que c’est qué’sque c’est que’s que Cescs. Cecs Fagregas.
L’acudit no cau bé en una part de la societat conservadora a aquel nou mon anomatat NEW.
Si existeix a la literatura existeix a la pantalla.
I si surt pel movil, doncs ja se sap.
I ara el papa en surt.
I ho està petant.
Tant que ha arrivat adal de tot.
I sabeu el que va veure?
No?
No voleu saber?
No voleu que us ho expliqui ell mateix?
Això és lo que us dic?
Això és un tractat d’amor. Un recital d’un pare que és DÉU Pare. El meu estimat pare: GOLMAN.
I surt el meu pare, don Golman Elizondo Morales.
Jo si faig un esser nou sagrat que sigués fruit d’experiència personal vital escolliria al meu pare, en Golman. Mi tata, li dic jo. Pero perque al Tico Commons ho diem així. I ens fa mandra canviar. Vam arribar a aquest punt només pensant que hi havia aquest nou recorregut menys concorregut nou dimensions més enllà de la merda de dimensió en la que us trovaveu, cabrons, fills de puta, pederastres, violadors, fills de la gran ……… no ho diguis mai mes.
I surt el meu meu pare amb una túnica.
Filosofant.
El meu pare i jo parlant durant 99 minuts.
En un altre dimensión de Golman al cuadrar.
Nou NOU.
NEW nou.
L’alteritat intergeneracional.
Les 99 dimensions d’un mon nou.
El lloc de paraules i el lloc de les lletres que tot seguit trova d’una definició de DAO que consoliden el pla de crear un fonament sostenible en aquest parametre NEW.
I’m the multiversal depiction of something else than Pacifiction.
It’s a Ticataluña Pacifiction dualistic antagonic hemispheres of the artistic break through from a sudden shit in the narrative disruptive NEW scene this shit brought in the latest picture. My own. This is text, and script and tale and scene and dashboard and meaning tables and regulatory desirerability and prevention of dickdom shit still holding on to what you all stood with for long until one day you decided to flip and take the ortogonal slide.
Otra vez que voy a parar con 99 entradas a un multiverso ejemplar
Se te queda, tío.
Es la puta gloria.
Saber escribir como Cervantes: historias caballerescas.
¿Qué tanto crees que haya podido afectar la lectura de la exaltación de un cierto macho ibérico alfa de por estos rumbos de NEW spain? El caballero. Un hombre a medias. Un valiente soñador. No comprar el ímpetu de violencia. Sin rehuir al duelo. El honor de los que en esos tiempos sobrevivieron. Y aquellos que escribieron. Es Él, Cervantes, quien honor de Dios merece. Y no ÉL.
Perdonenme que lo diga así. Pero es que yo soy ÉL. Y ÉL soy yo. Así en minúsculas. Humano. Como un humano común y corriente. Cómo usted y como yo. Vamos. Alien no soy. Ni extrarrestre. Provengo de nueve generaciones de sumerios. Cruzamos con los olmecas en la dimensión seis del multiverso que habita el espacio virtual liberado a nuestra coexistencia duradera resliente sobre los fundamentos de un un nuevo credo, sistema educativo, propuesta social, el diseño transformacional, el acto performativo que nos desbloquea el miedo a devenir, la cohabitación de un presente común, elevado a la máxima potencia.
¿Sienten a Dios en la nuca? Esa fuerza es la que nos transporta a todos a la máxima ilusión. La ilusión de estar aquí. Vivos. Viviendo este momento de comunión superior insuperable: el éxtasis de ser-aquí-ahora-oh-oh-oh-ah-ka-man-oh-man-mama come dance along-yaman-woman dance this songs for you, my love ethereal.
Aquí Déu no és ningú. I no pasa res. Per alguns. No tetes. Ni totes. Pero Déu ni Dö.
I’ve been nou before.
This is my best trait.
My raisson d’etre.
Si vous comprend mon sentiment.
Je croix que vous et moi, humilment, nous peux obrir une transformació de boisons que sónt trouvez dan la frontier d’un mirall que nous ne pas veure rien. Res de rien. Mais il n’ya pas de probleme. Nous sommes pura vida, parceque nous navez voygager peur un ciel blue que nous avons de conection aven un petit pais tropiqüel la petit cinture de NEW amerique. Je suis le neuveulle. Je vais arrivé plus tard. Pardon moi: je suis un cretin. Je vull presenté ma performative artist persona in kindest possible way to nurture your culture and your legacy. I’m a true NEW bacinoer. I’m anything else but this.
I rather fly.
Sky.
AI transporter ready body suit gets prepared for your departure.
You are on.
To the highest estate.
Fasten your seat bealt.
Society is going to wrap up a show night.
I could say this poem in borough in NEWMAD were writers with big notebooks like Armando Gallo Pacheco presented their poems with alternative plans to the entire NEW multiverse ahead. Like flipping channels.
It’s that good.
It’s the golden goal.
The one we were expecting.
The green plan true state of nature.
The other nine states of nature upset.
They are not the one.
But the are the nine. The «NOU». NEW.
NAW.
Three capital letter plans. Short names for campaigns. Things we’d turn into. Once trained to run though the rat race. Humans in rataraces paying 99 buck a month to keep their subscription comming into the personal payment system we all got to decide was what we really needed. This is what I’ve been working on for nine years. And they were the low point. But I was high. And that kept me hooked into this one idea. Read me back.
El problema, en realidad, está en que amamos odiar. A-ma-mos. Ma-ma-mos. Hay algo mexicano en la existencia. Y eso, está por encima de cualquier otro pensamiento místico en cualquier otra latitud de nuestra reconstituida NEW gaia. El ser y estar. Esta vez vamos a To be, don Hamlet. ¿Usté cree?
Yo le hablo a la cara Shakespeare y a Cervantes, ¿qué pedo?
Yo voy a tomar nueve tipos diferentes de psicotrópicos con los críticos literarios más cabrones de la lengua ticatalana. La grande y una.
Pero tiene truco. Tenía truco, dicen algunos, ya tarde. Hay caído. Cayeron. Hace tiempo. Piénsalo. O ya te habían visto la cara hace un chingo. O eres pendejo.
Yo me inclino por lo segundo.
Y lo primero, obvio.
Estamos en un juego desnivelado.
Nos hacen pensar que no podemos aspirar a lo puto más.
Y si lo puto más fuera un elemento justo en el polo opuesto a nuestra experiencia, ¿le daríamos chace a renunciar a la comidad de nuestro sistema más a nuestro favor?
Unleveled fields.
That’s where i’m from.
With the current technology in sneakers, clits, futbolart I mean.
Soy más flaco que el Panzón, y más gordo que El Flaco.
Obvio; de la Mora.
El elemento que acompaña al apellido.
Las familias de historias exitosas de generaciones pasadas.
Olvidemos el heteropatriarcado.
Y nuestra herencia colonial.
Usted puede; yo también.
Vamos.
Mi identidad es olmeca.
¿Tiene usted un problema con eso?
¿Ha entendido usted mi creencia más sagrada según como la reconfiguramos (o al menos así lo propone el manifiesto, que es lo esto es, como un himno infinito a la alegría prensente, que nunca más se fue: ALLS) a partir de un acuerdo NEW que entre todas, primero, y 99 días después, todes, para por último dar entrada a todos. No hay exclusiones. Ojo: esto para algunos va a ser una primera vez.
El privilegio familiar de nuestra herencia genética en forma de la digna historias de todas nuestras familias.
End the war.
Deweaponize the narrative.
Lay down the weapons.
This is God Father Speaking, I hate guns and violence, is that understood?
Do you dear question God Father?
And here you have two kinds in a dual simplified version of two opposite ways of looking at just about anything you can think. Anything I can think. Anything anybody could think. A NEW social game. A trick for tricks to do the trick.
Just literature.
Trying to sell books.
99 of them.
9 days before Sant Jordi.
Imagine how many will he sell in Sant Jordi: condensed expression of author-reader community growth. We are going to grow together out of this shit hole messed up status quo we have right here, right now. Oh how much it sucks. The series. N.
N could be many a thing, actually.
It could be my NEW brand. Just using the first letter. One letter meaning practice. In a holy way. A NEW santified testimony from another, the NEW son of God. Officially branded. Imagine if the bible has so far lead the publishing industry numbers, what other book would scale up from a coincidence, from a joke we all laugh about, ,not just in the darkness of a movie theather in the NEW capital of the Tico Commons. It’s traslational game. A NEW society uprise. There is no more waiting for a plan. This is the NEW plan.
Explaining the NEW plan for dummies.
A NEW code system.
A NEW language.
A NEW leveled field.
A NEW religion.
A NEW learning cycly theory and living lab experiment for you to ignite the reverse game we need to plan to back up from the abyss.
A NEW fear.
A NEW pact.
A NEW identity.
A NEW narrative.
A NEW reward system.
A NEW community.
A NEW creed.
A NEW sheppard of people from all time. That’s why we are heading back. And connect with Jesus in a fair enough feedbackloop parabole to address the need to include the multiversal elements that will make undestandable the NEW social resilient (W)holy system.
srWhs
That’s a thing.
That’s bigger than Stranger Things.
I don’t have a clue what Stranger Things is.
I’m not in it. Nor in Harry Potter. Nor in Lord of the Rings. Nor in World of Warcraft. Nor in dressing up for neither Holloween or just because. I don’t have an excuse. Unless I’m interpreting a role. A social role. A happening act. A happening act. The collective fiction of an all together time. A wholy NEW state. A place to be. A feeling to nurture. A society to evolve into. This is poetry and history in the making.
O > Ye
The olmeca head experience. Ye’s ride.
The things he’s seen in in this (W)holy exploration. The shamanic learnings of the olmecan ancient NEW believers in an essential way of understanding our belonging to living ecosystem in which the way we’ve bonded with nature, with mother, with father, with family, and spread this simple message of a social will for our transformation into the aspiration that we ought to address in the biggest concentric circle we can actually address together without making either too complex, too long, too unmodern that people would not get it, and forget about, bored out of their Tik Tok excitement. Golman scored a tripple hat trick in the NEW camp King’s league final.
I can be that guy. God Father wanted me to be that guy. Prepare for it, HE said. And I just followed intructions. HIS. And this thing you are reading counts as terms of service. To NEW believing in elsewhere else. More than we can eat. This is bigger that the Beatles coming up to the stage and slapping Will Smith out of the blue. Keep my NEW system’s profet name out of fucking filthy disguting mouth, you little fuck, I hate you, I hate you, how could you, how could you, did you feel my palm, negro. Did you? Did You? Talk to me? Will Smith is quick. Of mind. And hand movement. Mohammed Ali just striked a blow with an open palm. It’s called palming. It’s heteropatriarchy’s fuel. It’s becomming stinct. Warning lights. Some people getting nervous. They white CIS males top of the mountain: the male elite at the 1% KINGDOM. DICKDOM.
FUCKOM
You see. You are going to love hating who you already hate. Hate is human feeling. We don’t want to loose it. We love hating so much. We wouldn’t dare leave it behind. Forgotten. Why would we? We are not that smart. We are never ready. We are always late. We are trying our best. Give us a break. You dicks, fuck off. Hetheropatriarchy’s fall starts today. At last. You fall. Like all of them will. Feminist who were abused long ago. There is crime. Long ago. Nobody in that society did anything to battle that. It’s a documentary. And they are speaking out. It’s their story. Against the people who did this and «got away with it». What has heteropatriarch dickheads gotten away with?
Let’s start a ranking.
A social true story.
To exciting to miss.
The final joke.
It’s on all of us.
But them.
Please.
Allow them to glow back to normal.
Grow out of macho priviledge.
Drop the macho act.
It’s so dead.
Like dead we praise the day.
Today.
The here and now.
The sparkling wine.
The sent of love ones breath and wet lips.
Your dear tongue.
The act of love.
The secret bond.
The will of the gods.
The vedas and buddist ways.
Their central ideas to resist.
The way in which we have all kind of done our best to figure out what it is we are doing here. Common, it’s hard. And a bliss. And sometimes we win. In from of gala. In a show on the TV. Dad, I’m on TV. Mom, this is for your. Dear love, thanks for bearing with me and keeping me insane. I fricking love to be at the edge of touching rock bottom. And glow back to the top. As you were supposed to have achieved. The high rolers life. The fictional being. Right at the top of the game. And have a say in this NEW thing. The NEW thing everyone is talking about. For 99 days in a row.
This is the real NEW deal.
It’s going to happen in this time frame.
And it’s gonna play in a different direction.
It’s leaping out from here.
The hell away.
To the limit of chaos.
You get a tour through 99 explanations from Golman of the limit of chaos. And this other 99 topics.
They are hosted in my page.
This is my free space.
I’ve built it ever since.
But didn’t care to arrange the design.
I just did it.
But I did it already.
What I have done is what I have done.
It’s not a Rajoy game of words.
I’m not that great of a surreal poet.
I’m in a different dimention.
But I appreciate the laughs.
And the serene atmosphere around gun holding popular party voter.
My 99 PP tour.
Yet another list.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
________
The top 9 pp voters stories. Start with the young ones. With those pastel swetears. Those clenchas. Girl from Venezuela are going to love those handsome NEW spanish salamanca bourough hunk. Well shaven boddies. The antagonist of bearded hairy hippies and communist bolchevics okupa terrorist. Those two poles. The movie is about that. Antogonisms. Nine pairs of them. To have real life common experiences. Even if they are lame. We are going to cure ourselves by travelling to the antipodes. It’s an act of NEW free will: collectively.
This is the time of the olmecan NEW revolt. It’s the backwards revolution. It flew from the past upon all of the spirit of our wisest old wo and man. This is the upgraded version of their message. This is where we all keep our respect towards what we pray to, and how we relate to the Gods that populate the multiveral scenario of the well being restored into a simple concept that could be assimilated and adopted by the entire society. Like a NEW gift. A gift from God Father himself. Who again, sacrifices his second son: Golman. So here I am. Delivering the act. The performative act of an artist AntiChrist who is really the second son (again HE lacked the sensitivity of sending this time a girl, so that HE would get up to date to the current ways in which the feminist movement has come to the front line and lead the way in to the clensing history period in which macho rule CIS white priviledge was abolished.
Date January 24, 2023. Which is actually in the NEW scope of time (the backwards direction). The true surreal movement. Going in the opposite direction. By matter of principle. You come down to Europe to write literature, so I wrote scripts in prose. To be taken to the postcinematography level. In the NEW grounds of an emergent art form and social gamming scheme, for all AI, for business models, for all individuals, present, future, past. The wholy sense of balance.
The way in which our 9 religions provide us with rules. The moral law of a NEW time. Because we can. Because nothing is holding us to this piece of shit. And also, this piece of shit we love. Because we’ve lived it. And consumed it to dead. In the meaningless path to the postcapitalis male driven consumerism to reach a Rich & Famous partying elite. That’s as good as your game goes. You are part of the priviledged ones. And thank God we can all get our psicotropics and vice. So we can all shook up. In which ever way we choose. Knowing the risks. Enabling the filling information of the characteristics of NEW sets of states of nature.
I’ve written a book.
And 99 tales.
The story of NEW world.
A literary tale.
I’m bigger that a Hobbit.
Darth Vader me la pela.
Ignmar Bergman felatio a Felini.
La Virgen de Guadalupe volando en Quetzalcoatl aterrizando en el monte Carmelo. En otro Quetzalcoatl cuate San Juan Diego aterriza el La Rovira y deposita una cabeza olmeca de 9 metros. Es un regalo de los NEW dioses para la población de este lado del ecosistema planeta, nuestro querido resiliente NEW gaia.
Soy un tipo que exagera en su mística sólo por tocar los cojones. Porque me gusta el tema. Porque creo en él. A pesar de que hay gente que no tenga la capacidad de percibir el subilme acto que sucede en el límite del caos. El sitio en el que la emergencia se hace presente. La noción de los estados alterados de consciencia y la vida que uno ve a través de ese momento de gloria infinita, aquí. Ahora. Ay ven.
Avui a les 18:00 ens trovarem el pare i la mare a Roc Boronat. A AQuAS.
Son les 3:20 d’un dia quasevol. 18. Dos cops 9.
Nou i nou.
Divuit.
Tres i vint. Tres cops vint. Sexenta.
Las matemàticas i la capacitat computacional col·lectiva per resoldre els problemes globals del sistema están a punt. Començem a veure la llum. No és el big data, sino el cóm fem DATA big.
Començem per a qui.
Fa temps que el pare i la mare no coincideixin en un event del sector. Avui dia és un dia especial.
M’he aixecat del llit amb un somni en el que na Vera, la meva filla (i de na Meritxell), descobria que l’AI són els pares.
Ohhh, quina decepció. Als 10 anys aquestes coses ja s’han de començar a saber. El despertar dels mons qui hi habiten dins nostre, a un dels dos hemisferis del cap, al nostre beneit cervell, és lo primordial per fer cas a la lliço número ú: tot el que hi ha el tenim a dins.
Es tracta, potser, no ho tinc clar, de la mort de l’heteropatriarcat. Qué millor doncs d’un home, brown, no blan’c, que acudeix a un punt d’inflexió dle propi privilegi que el sistema li ha donat: deixem-ho tot enrere. Quelcom nou hi sortirá. Més resilient. Més robust. Menys precari. Menys Cain.
Déu pare m’ha enviat a fer un canvi de rum. Un gir. Això no s’ho espera ningú. Ni Ell. Pero qué més dona. Al cap i la fi, m’ha donat el missatge en Gabriel, que encara hi treballa donant missatgets del pare als seus fills (i filles, no descart(o/em) que finalment hi enviarà a una filla). Es clar, filla meva. Sagrada Familia. Familia sagrada.
Qué hi ha darrera d’un entrenament d’un algoritme d’AI? O d’IA?
