A true H2. They are hard to see. Lucky. . . . . . . . . .
Lucky you: two.
Too.
Looping back and forth.
Decreasing dimentioning.
Increasing dimentioning.
Better than time-travelling.
Travel with us.
We are co-desiging a tico commons.
Which ever multiversally plausible.
The plausible act. Scene two.
Scriptwritting to the AI
Scriptwritting to the natural 9
Collososs at the Coleseum.
NEW entretainment.
NEW masses.
NEW understanding.
Holistically resilient.
A breath of God Father to cleanse the sworing wounds of his trully male-heteropatriarch priviledge-enhanced for the real white in üs. This NEW üs. The last migration. Courage migration. Feminist lead. ALLS.
ALLS
Es otra cosa, mi hermano. Alla es bold. Acá H4. Ës otra cosa, papä.
Papá y papä no se llevaron bien. Desde el primer momento se repudiaron.
Acabo de grabar una pieza dual. En ella se desboblaba lo que ya era una pieza de un happenning performativo del que se supone que actua en mi cuerpo cuando me presento al mundo como el futbolartista, Golman.
No es una faena fácil. No ha sido ni siquiera comprobado que sea así. Es una promulgación. Una especie de plan revolucionario de otro barbudo peludo. Peso a lo blanco de sus pelos. Pese a su provenir del mundo vegetal. A co-crear un mundo nuevo con nosotros: animales. Animales, pero NEW.
Y de NEW nos agarramos como el último clavo ardiendo.
Niveles de entender lo que significa un clavo ardiendo.
Nivel uno: poco…No entiendo nada. Gilipollés. Me repele. Reviento. Puede más que yo. Odio. Vómito. Némesis.
Let’s meet another group of 9 feedbacklooppers upgrading the system.
We are the collective human intelligence.
Support.
Or stand against.
You see: it’s a believers game.
I knew it all along.
What to believe is the final quest.
And the quest is here.
The quest is now.
We need to make it happen.
We are on the mother fucker.
Like white on black.
A NEW way.
My güey.
ALLS
Próximo capítulo: un año y nueve meses.
Unluckitfuckit!
It’s an upgrade. You get to see 9 more options per row. Here we only see six. Yet I want to make you think in 9 instead of 6. That’s my innovation. That’s my narrative. Nine. And everything deriving from that single number: 9. But spoken in a NEW language. The only one multiversed: Ticatalan.
Ticatalan was a language first.
Prior to anything else.
Ticatalan was an arrival language. A place to withhold infinity. By definition.
We define a place. And give it some extracurricular value. Some value. Some NEW holy thing already glimpsy the resolved space-time. There. Just being. And there multiversal approach to this single idea. Here are 99.
And that’s an offering. 99.
It’s not infinty.
But it’s quite a ride.
It’s quite a number.
It’s quite the only needed numerical metaphore to provide existance with a sense of collective collaborative meaning. A single one resolved for the common cause of creating a resilient state of living. That’s my vision. This is where we stand on how we are leveraging the board game. For the sake of a global resilient solution way of enabling the adoption of innovation transformational journey. I’m just a messanger. I’m just a pond in the game. But I’ll be your NEW king.
NEW king: Golman.
ALLS
Title giving as a starting point. It’s a H1 for crying out loud. The highest meaning. Let’s see what the best H1 in the mother fucking framework of the NEW gaia. I’m happening there. It’s global and all.
Next time I go to Paris I’ll go sublimed by Dali, Picasso, Buñuel, Morrison, Collette, Busquets, Herralde, Balzac and Dyonysos. I’ll be the last Golman.
99
The only one.
Really.
Really?
Discrepancy segmenting presents………
Multiversity
You can’t have two H1 in one post.
Who says?
Who’s rules?
What for?
Why not today.
Why not naw.
NAW
NEW words need NEW consensus. This is what the highest purpose should be. But who am I to say. God father?
ALLS
It’s the stories in between. You out there. The playing field. The NEW playing field. The best alternative world. The NEW understanding.
I could have been there. We think. We wish. But can actually travel back in time?
I say NAW.
And you would NAW too, right.
Right?
Right?
Nine seconds pass.
Still NAW.
And there NAW means no.
But that’s not one holy thing can be, but actually many others. Multiversity is out there. Beyond your current belief. To a higher understanding. A collective one. Clearly selfestablished by a NEW consensus. An alternative world running against a status quo still glee heteropatriarchy man-minded-neoliberalism-colianismnegationists-estatebased-hollywoodesk-succesfulvsthepoor-the fear of loosing the enlevelling field mechanism that you hold control to: the man on top.
The plot thickens.
You feel betrayed.
By this current NEW feeling.
A place to belong rather than any other shit. Let’s leave it all behind. And travel back into this NEW life projected at the desire to leap out of MACHILAND.
MACHILAND
GONE
Death.
ALLS
4LLS
Oh, my good. A NEW concept.
Unas alas en red. Dos redes. Ala derecha. Ala izquierda. Tenemos dos brazos. Dos. Tenemos dos manos. Dos. Tenemos dos piernas. Dos. Temos dos ojos. Dos. Tenemos dos orificios nasales. Dos. Tenemos dos orejas. Dos. Tenemos dos cejas. Dos. Tenemos dos pómulos. Dos. Tenemos dos michelines. Dos.
Dualidad.
ünö
Recategoricemos las metaestructuras de los datos que nos acerca a la resiliencia colectiva de una manera NEW de la participación en red hacia la aportación de valor del conjunto de las actrices liberadas por siempre del heteropatriarcado que nos colmó la paciencia hasta el día de hoy. Aquí te quedas, papá. Esto es un tributo a vos. Y al tiempo que tuvimos. Y a tu máxima expresión de lo que un ser bondadoso y justo supo ser. Como sólo vos me enseñaste. El tributo al padre. A padre sagrado. A la concepción en humano de lo ecuánime y libre que hay que ser para ser más allá de los determinantes con los que supiste dar todo de vos. Mi viejo es un grande. Yo diría que el más grande. Pero acepto mi sesgo. Y es más, aquí mismo, lo explicito. Sin ser agobiante. Cansino. Sino fresco y cool. Con libertades en la lengua que la ortodoxia de como mínimo nueve lenguas podrán el grito en cielo. En dónde el Dios Padre en el creen, tal día como hoy, se dirige a usteds. Amados hijos del gran and only god Father: Golman.
And that’s my campaign, religion, plan, proposal, prescription, novel, book, picture book, podcast, brand, casting crew, production crew, make up crew, clothes crew, and go into the scene with style and this brand NEW class. A social class. The NEW class. Ain’t nobody preaching this shit. Well, people that’s changed. Here I am. Hear me out.
And the teaser ends. There is a long version. A shorter one too. How much time you want to spend on this NEW story. I’m really to hit the button. The resilience trade off milestone. A collective collaborative holistic and resilient approach.
We are gonna add value collectively to what’s the most ambitious provision of a NEW established voyager towards the future: NOW : NAW; NEW : ALLS; GOLman : Ticataluña; NEWPAR : NEW barcino; Negro; blanco; Arco-iris : digital; dual : twin; mom : mon ; DAD ; GOD father; religion : spirituality; Transition : Transform; Leave : let go; vacum; communitat; I was you : NAW I’m this; NEW : NAW; and close it there. Some concepts. Some ideas. Some presence. Some present. Ug.
You are that ug, sometimes. You reckon.
You reckon nine times significally.
And no more.
Cause it’s enough.
To feel the wholesomeness.
Complete.
I desire no more.
The new full.
Satisfactioning.
This is my book.
And you can read here.
Or buy the physical object.
Books.
I read them.
I love them.
I write them.
I paint in them.
I paint sheets of paper.
I’m japanese in that sense.
Eternally.
Naturally.
Like dancing with Kotomi.
Antagonist.
A piece by a collaboration among Park Keito and Golman.
First performative art scene.
A thing that can overload the NEW city.
And conquest a NEW sphere.
We drop a dimention leap into the machine.
And the olmeca support system gives a vibration.
This stories from here past will train the AI that represents the current and final status of my belief, my plan, my desire and my collaborative action scheme to leap up to a higher dimention. Are you ready to take the leap elsewhere? Your be reading this for certain estates of nature that represent the options you may choose from if you decide to keep believing-reading.
I ask you to read.
In just my language.
And no other is necessary.
What would you say?
How would you feel?
Let’s spell that out.
Let’s play to write about that.
A storyline to fulfill a NEW dimention in a performativeartpiece that fulfills joy; ALLS
Soy
That’s a legend.
FINE
Por hacer un guiño a Italia.
Soy un chango chilango.
La neta estamos de la verga. Al chile. Somos bien mamadores. Nos creemos nuestras noticias, novelas, relatos, dolores, amores, patriarcas, morales, misiones, visiones, valaras, diosas, mujeres libres de machos alfas subnormales, y en cambio, tras abandonar la manzana enrarecedora de tu conducta impia puedes resarcir todo el daño hecho a la fiel templanza de Dios Padre para nunca haber pretendido que simplemente fueras un chango chilango, inmundo escuicle deja de pachequearte y has algo con tu vida. Vuela alto, mamá. ALLS
Ficciones pequeñas. Lectores cansados. Exhaustes de que la realidad, el statuo quo, les diera tan poco. Pura lucha. Y todo mal. Apolipsis, begin. Expecting apocalipsis. Our culture leads you to this sort of pessimism. About the stupid way of the humans. As a whole. Because of dirty all us. It’s on us. We owe it to the eternity: it was my/our fault. We are imperfect human beings. All of us. And we’ve tried our best.
Is that enough tertulia.
Rooms with debates.
Representing the consortia.
In every extension of the land between our homes.
We are going to add this up. To the bill for Tico Commons. The entirerity theory. The book. The booklet. The signals. The KPIs factory. The procurement of innovation permeability social deliverance. The result of the emergence of what 99 feedbacklooppers thrown into a 99 day countdown to a mightiest conquest of the true builders of the innovative solutions of our holistic iterative society: NEW.
Zuck didn’t land in the WMC 2023. They are on to meta. With a stand of bananas.
I filmmed it. I’ve gone to heart where people the future will emerge from. And they’ve listen to themselves again. No NEW tales around. No holistic views of the NEW belonging.
Walking the floor with Allessandra.
I can seduce France, Italy and Spain with this little monster: PiSPAM.
A countdown 99 playbook.
No pages needed. And unpublished idea. A written whisper. A tale to tell. A whole string of otherness. I left a long time ago. I’ve had my countdowns. And sometimes you create art that transform the scope of the shape and rules of the ninth dimentions were you are allowed to go, like you go to your room, to be with yourself. And read. And write. And be listening to the walking podcasts, before it became a thing.
Everybody knows that when too much people show up to the up and comming shit that’s it. It rottens.
Scripts for an actor: GOLman.
Lines for Golman.
Lines to make you shine.
Lines to seduce the camara.
A moment for the artist who captures the tyranny of the frame in a movie: the most important artist in the room. The singularity of handling the camara. The person in charge. The instructions to give. The game of the viewer. The light. The technical shit. The crew doing their jobs. Knowing all the jobs more crew people can handle. Besides the perfect set up you learn to master as any team does once we role a few of this new happenings we bring into the transformation flow madness. It’s unfuckingbelievable. We are going to ride the big wave.
And we are going to hold through.
For the entirity of the cascade of emergences that the next 99 public procurement of innovation will get us in that proof of concept level for the transition to at least a ninth dimention for the common good of all people. Present, future, or departed. Anyone else wants to join?
That would lead you to a place where you start belonging. It’s an immediate entry. You are logged in. It’s a NEW narrative. It happens inside. On the outside. There’s just a wall. All the info and intel is inside. That’s where you wanna go. You thought you’d want to go to Cheers. Grow up. NAW. Enter this other community. It’s healing there.
The cultivating artistically the common good of our most precious knowledge for the common good of the Tico Commons; the last one needed.
The excluding game.
A poets trick.
A director’s obsession.
They are just people who got hooked into crappy cinematography for the popcorn and the chance to go with friends in the dark to rectangle of light, a peaceful silence from the crowd, respectfully inmersed in the experience of a cinematographic illusion on the screen. A sudden effect of rush. You in a film. A film of you. The filming society becoming artistically mature to imagine a forsight whisperer who design a first version of a holistic game that could bring the trick to provide wholeliness from and for ALLS.
The last set of commandments.
NEW preacher.
Paid job too.
I’m a public servant. Helping to collaborativelly built the next trampolin in the societal upskillin society of NEW tico commoners.
Relying back to the last reggae king.
I started to write reggae music a long time ago, man.
And I never really felt the need to go back and pick them up.
They are reaggea alright, they alright right now.
I just don’t mix up creation with creativity online.
Online creation a cellebration.
Online creation on hibernation.
Online creation beyond your nation.
Online creation besides duration.
Online creation nine levels up.
Online creation of dual inside outs.
Online creation of an infinity loop.
Online creation of subculture natural, oh lady natural, oh mamamama, oh mamamama, oh mamamama, obamamamama, obamamamama, obamamamama, Oh Putinman, frammed soldiers from the violent
A mission beyond.
Several layers later.
Something else.
NEW books.
NEW stories.
NEW content.
Created by our will to belong.
To this NEW era.
With the technological drive.
And the entity to run in a NEW transformative brownian motion.
Final precipitado. Forzado. Mal llevado. Desilusión de la crítica. El público se enfada. La sala revienta en ira.
Ira social.
Catarsis total.
NEW bastille.
Je suis NEW bastille.
Je suis NEW castilla.
Je suis vous; je suis moi aussi.
Si vous plait je peux demaner pardon.
Une autre coup.
Infinitement.
A short film.
I’m not a short film writter. Another lie I’m telling.
It’s a character. This is just a story. I tale I told. And old trick. A book nobody asked for. And jet, here we are: you and me.
I don’t mind you reading. I just wonder. Why you are here. Why you are there. And am here.
It’s that stupid book Never ending story.
Once again.
And again and again.
And we read.
Endlessly.
As long as we have tales to tell.
As long as we derive in art.
In storylines.
In instructions to the crew.
In a performative tale.
In a storytelling.
In a provocation.
In an asking for the market to repond.
Like here we go.
On and on and on.
Until this first 99 provide a clear assessable mark in scorecard we are going to keep public as we are all in it.
A global trend.
A way to go.
A tale to follow.
A follow through.
A happenning act.
No bullshit.
Just stories.
Lectures.
Games.
Frameworks.
KPIs.
Models.
Business cases.
Data.
Embrace the fact that we are characteres in other peoples stories. And the confluence of those stories may have a NEW meeting point to work towards the resilience of the entire system as a whole. Haven’t we grown enough of the segmentation of our own collaborative inhibitions and dissabilities that we are currently dealing with to enhance a NEW era in team alignement towards reaching a set of milestones, a set of outcomes, a list of outputs, an impact with variables that matter and are easily understandable or at least looked at every now and then to come up with action items to take into account if wether the values are in this brackett, in this other one, or on this other one, and what labels represent the risk management system to facilitate the decision making process at stake. To move forward as fluently and safely and assertively as possible. It’s a NEW state of nature. Enabling multiverses. At least this one particular one I propose that lives in a higher dimention than our current state of affairs: status quo.
Status Quo History class.
How did we get here?
Students not paying attention.
Desperate professor.
Interest lost.
Armageddon.
Dungeons and dragons.
A tale of nine Boris.
Duality surpassed.
Multiversality in the field work of the greates NEW agent storyline. GOLman. 009.
Je comprend nous n’est conexieu bien quel’que chose l’une de l’outre.
Mea culpa.
It’s on me.
Vous.
Nous.
Malaise.
Le mirage.
Que c’est que c’est que vous regarde d’avant vous?
Vou.
Pum.
Ca.
Vull dir: ça.
Poetry.
D’un outre liu.
Loin.
Nous n’est conegón pas.
C’est pas vous; c’est moi.
Vous avez una sensació d’un folie habituel?
Por quoi je suis justament la.
Je peut parler avec vous de quelque chose que je peut organitzer in le suivant 99 categories:
Ego
Je suis
Boison
Tico Commons
L’autre
ALLS
Sincronicitè.
L’esprit sant convencional segons … 99 versions. El llivre més vendut darrera de la Biblia.
Entre dos pols: Golman. J’habite ici. C’est la nouvelle dimention. Bonsoir. Je suis bien. Completement. J’ai la victoire d’etre né. Nous sommes ici parceque il y a serindipity spreading resilience among the scent of a NEW time. Here. NAW. NEW. ALLS.
Et ça c’est tout.
Merci beacoup.
Je suis tres content d’etre ici.
Je peut chante ça.
Tout.
Sense instrument.
La lecture.
Rien.
Res de Rien.
Je suis la possibilitè d’autre chose.
Un camí diferent.
Allez a Paris pour transformé tout.
Pour venir a la France a reconsiderè la vie por changer avec la possibilitè d’un nouvelle autre monde que il ve arrivé de plus loin des Pirinées. Je suis de la meme cordillera. Je ve arrivé al cim de la montainge. Je ve arrivé a la cosmopolitè d’un etre humà viu i cridaner que il y a la rue avec el compromis de la revelion que nous pouves imaginer si ça que nous sommes c’est la magnitude necesaire por habiter un temps alternatif de sortie la ici, maintenaunt, aujourdui, avec le chat que je propose humilment d’autre dimention pour imaginer un monde plus surrealist que ça merde que nous avons, si vous plait: attention.
E voilà.
Ça.
C’est la vie.
Aujoudoui.
Je vull venir pour transformer le temps.
Il y a un voyage que representé le sentiment que je peut parler parque il y ça dins ma ment. Moment. Moment. Un, et un autre, et un autre, …
Infinitement.
Moviment.
Eternite.
Veritè.
Cinema.
Quelque chose.
Un autre chose.
Que aturé ça.
Ça que nous habitez.
Et començer quelque autre chose.
I c’est ça quelque chose je vull parler avec vous.
Boisson.
J’adore.
Je suis.
Vous.
Voler venir?
Je peut venir.
Je vull.
Je pense en le jour que un Luis Buñuel pouvre arrivé a organitzer la production alternatif d’un performançe que reinicier la societe de coup, pour l’art d’un boisson que il ve arriva caminant des d’un muntanya, que eren tres. NEWCAR, NEWROV and NEWCOLL.
Je pense que j’habite a NEWPAR. Mais je ve pais etre des de fa dos dimensiones atrás.
Le voyage dimentionel.
Ça c’est ma overtuour.
A votre teatre principal.
Quelque choise nous avons a Las Ramblas.
Quelque chose nous avons devant nostre palais: Ópera.
Je vull arrive a representer une Opera a NEWPAR.
NEWPAR, the opera.
Openning act: the dimention numero neuf de justment lo contraire.
Sea ___________, quelque chose.
Se je peut parler avec vous, vous pouvez parler un altre langue?
C’est la disntance que il ya entre notre frontiers. Les langues que nous parlon. Le moment de conection a une otre monde. Je ve aller a la comprension d’une nouvelle form de fair. Faire une innovation social avec la preparació de le valour que nous pouveis designer per a la consecusió d’une objective transformateur. Je croix que nous avez la millior alternatif a fair quelque chose nous avons avec le trebaille collectif de notre faisson de faire. Mais c’est pas bien completment. C’est impecfect. C’est pas jolie tout le temps. C’est plus intempestif. C’est com si Cioran habitè dins Victor Hugo que habitè dins Foucault que habitè dins La Boitië que habitè dins Proust que habitè dins Nietzsche que habitè dins Morrison que habitè dins Truffaut que habitè dins un nouvelle «Buñuel» de la mointaigne, havent aterritzier en le lom d’un Quetzacoatl glorios que va caminant pour les camins d’un dieu nou. 9.
I diu nou. No neuf. Renuncia a algo. Por la adopción de otra manera de ser. Distinta a lo que somos. Y eso es lo que habrá que habitar. En un sentido holístico y libre de la violencia de los machos, finalmente extinguido su sesgo hard core. Lo macho aquello que quedó en el ayer.
Nostálgicos del ayer.
Se fueron en otra dirección.
Y se parten las aguas del tiempo.
Síganme los buenos.
Los malos.
Ahí.
Y cada quien en su polo.
Váyanse a chingar a su …
Frénate.
No digas madre.
No insultes más.
O no ser…
99 excepciones.
La movie.
Cinema realitè.
La realitè est ça que nous volons transformer. Je suis un revolutionaire por qui pas. Parceque il y a l’election. Pour etre ça. La libertè complementment habitons. Mais c’est pas la questio de la movilitation d’aujordui. Officialment. Il y une autre faisson de fair. C’est le convencimient de tenir une autre cami pour aller a une nouvelle porvenir. Pour venir. Parque ce que vous voller aller. Marche; marchon. Notre sang: c’est la meme. Il y n’est pas bleu. Vous pouvez respirer tranquile: nous sommes une nouveau republique d’une posterieur dimention que il y a plus loin de notre conception colectif commune entre des persones que parler un nouvelle langue obligatoire al sistema públic d’aplication d’une autre forme de fer plus resilient per l’objectif de millioure les KPIs que realment sont important por la version renové d’un autre etre. Je. Vous. Tout. L’autre monde.
De todas las personas que recordaron a Xavier no me iría a tomar una copa por la noche más que Xita.
El resto se los regalo todos.
Ninguno refleja lo que Xavier y yo compartimos.
Nuestra amistad es un secreto.
Nunca nadie lo supo.
Salvo algunos indicios que darían pie a que esta historia fuera creible. O siquiera deseable de existir.
La existenica según el plano de mi filosofía de estar por casa.
Cualquier instrucción que pudiera obtener del pensamiento robertdeventosiano.
Como última religión.
Por el place de reconstruirlo todo.
De manera radical.
Como habría querido Xavier.
Compañero, Xavier.
Jamás llegué a tiempo para hacer aquella producción que tantas veces diseñé para que hiciéramos juntos. Una conversación más. Y pasó el tiempo. Y nunca fue. Y no fue por desidia tuya. Por no querer. Fui yo, y mi X, la que me tuvo a ser aquello que un día proyectamos en el aire, tras escucharnos y retomarnos.
Nuestro primer encuentro me marcó.
Y de ahí todo fue un reconocimiento mutuo entre extraños.
La propiedad de pensar más allá de lo formal.
La exploración de la vida pese a todo.
Con toda la voluntad de un filósofo que entiende a Nietzsche como motor y construye sobre el pensamiento contemporáneo una línea de pensamiento social y político impecable. Hay que romperlo todo. Por cualquier medio. A cambio de la emergencia colectiva. Ya. De un estado de emergencia revolucionaria. O más bien, (e)volucionaria. (R)evolución.
Las maneras en las que Xavier te regresaba un comentario de cierto orden era con la potencia con la que un chamán te traslada el poder sobre el que sus dimensiones se proyectan entre los espectros presentes en este estadio desde las nueve dimensiones que nos separan del rango de ser contemporáneo multiversado con limitación cuántica de la unicidad de la observación pese a los múltiples senderos que se bifurcan en el entrenamiento matizado de la red neuronal de la algorítmica superior ticatalana.
Xavier y yo apuntábamos a la revolución.
Lo podíamos hacer por tener origen dual.
Por haber salido de ahí: NEW américa.
We knew what we were doing when facing the need to dispurt.
We went ahead and did it.
This is here the greatest atempt to disrupte this holy shit up.
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.
