Es

Y punto.

Ya está.

Una no página.

Una página que ya no existe.

Al estar nosotros aquí; leyendo.

Memorizar palabras de otra lengua.

9.

99.

999.

9999.

99999.

999999.

9999999.

99999999.

999999999.

ALLS


A picture.

Not a main picture.

An inside picture.

Not even with a camara.

A screen shot.

Why would we?

Why would you?

Unpaid work.

Unasked for.

You give it.

You provide value.

Through a new game.

It’s name is NEW.

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.

Let’s move.


Entry elements.

Connection opportunities.

Lot’s of them.

But beyond those buttons.

That’s the real story.

That’s the real consequence.

For what here happening.

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.

Double o nine.

Oh, man.

This is my enterprise.

A George Lucas moment.

Saga.

99 episodes.

99 postcinematography pieces.

999 industry.

9999 community.

99999 society.

999999 humanity.

9999999 externalities.

99999999 némesis.

999999999 feedbacklooppers.

ALLS

La parábola de D10S

El último testamento

Palabra de Dios Padre; relájense todes.

La cosa va rebootear.

Reboot, reboot, reboot.

Reborn, today, forever.

Every time.

As you die.

You are alive.

Tonight.

Desire.

Night.

I

DIE

ALLS

De Curridabat al Poble NOU: NEW.

Si això fos una darrera campanya

Jo estaria aquí.

Yo habría aterrizado aquí.

Y nos hubiéramos subido a nuestra sagrada trayectoria al ser eterno: Quetzalcoatl.

NEWQUE.

Los pájaros sagrados, aún cuando serpiente, aguas.

El pueblo de uno como si fuera el centro del mundo.

Lo que hace Europa con todo.

Y lo que implica Ticataluña como antípodas.

NAW

Short film Golman debut

Opera prima

I had it.

It’s gone.

I lost it.

In my memory.

I won’t come back.

It’s going your antipodes.

Atraction and repulsion.

That dual holy state.

You know.

YAMAN.

YAWO.

Leave men out of the equation.

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.

Lift up.

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

1

ALLS

3 de 9 amb Golman

El nou Dëu ticatalà.

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.

ALLS


tres de nou amb Golman

Lio se fue pallá

La ausencia de un pilar

El primer aprendizaje del NEW procomún: déjalo ir.

Perder es dificil.

Lo más dificil.

No se aprende bien.

No es que no se enseñe bien.

Se obvïa.

Se trata con racismo, clascismo, chauvinismo, machismo, cinismo, heteropatriarquez, ranciedumbre, gilipollés, subnormalidad, violencia, ………

Espera.

Cuenta.

A ver.

Ahí te voy.

Uno.

Dos.

Tres.

Cuatro.

Cinco.

Seis.

Siete.

Ocho.

nou: aquest soc jo. Jo sóc aquí. Des d’aqui us dic GOL.

ALLS

A ver si la gente se piensa que es fácil

Busqueda de imágenes de la frase "Lo fácil que es"

Igual y sí lo es

Y todos ganamos.

La idea es estar mejor.

Pero el escenario más negativo, uf.

Hay que ver hasta dónde hemos llegado.

No veas.

La de Dios.

Dios Padre, en particular.

Yo soy más del espíritu santo.

Yo soy más de Blue Demon.

Azul-limón.

Lima.

Antípodas.

La salvación de los némesis reconfigurados.

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.

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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.

Ay ven devorame otra vez.

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Aquí el más tonto hace aviones

El síndrome del impostor

Tú no haces aviones. Y en este sitio el más tonto de todos se dedica a hacer aviones. Eso fue lo que me pasó a mi al llegar a España. Hace ya 22 años.

El año veintidós. Ese es el desface entre el milenio y yo. La distancia entre cero y el uno.

Yo soy ese desface. Algo ligeramente desfazado, y aun así cercano. Es tramitable. Déjeme ver.

Y sale adelante.

Inclusive uno.

Una.

Con sus inseguridades.

El más tonto hace aviones, tio.

Me lo dijo una tía.

Y me llenó de gracia la noción.

La certeza de su apunte.

La contribución hacia la armonía de los que éramos.

Aquello que un día fue.

Aquello en lo que nos inmiscuimos.

Nuestro aterrizaje al mundo.

Jugar en las grandes ligas catalanas.

Los trabajos con cercanía a lo prioritario.

Lo básico.

La arquitectura social de un entendimiento entre lo privado y lo público.

Los consultores de las instituciones públicas.

El director se acerca a la relación comercial con su compinche de otros entornos sociales.

Los contactos de la escuela.

La libretilla de teléfonos.

Tus 99 teléfonos de contactos primordiales.

La lista de tu tribu.

La historia común.

Certificada por las vidas que quedan grabadas en las historias inventadas.

La ficción de lo vulgar.

Lo que ya hemos visto.

Lo que un día fuimos.

Una vida que mereció ser contada.

Visiones marginales.

Marginadas.

Olvidadas.

¿Quién iba decir, don Luis, que uno iba a seguir siendo tan sólo un olvidado?

Nadie lo veía.

Ya nunca más se vió.

Ya nunca nadie lo leyó.

No hubo lugar a otra ficción.

Se acabó el tiempo.

No contó ni una historia.

Las retuvo todas.

Y nos dejó aquí.

Sin haberlo leido nunca.

Un nunca fue.

Puros arrependimientos.

Pura autocensura.

Inseguridades: 999.

Están aquí para vencerte.

Y vos podés con todas.

Ni una es verdad.

Todo es una excusa.

Para no hacerlo.

Para no explicar lo que nos hemos inventado.

Un texto escrito para vivir en otra dimensión.

La tradición de los Gaudí.

Crucifiction vs Pacifiction.

La voluntad d’esser ticatalà.

Com això que neix a un poble del costat, i que no és pas lo mateix que estem dient nosaltros, pero hi ha miralls en la resta de la historia. Les histories, voldria dir. I fer-les en ticatalà. Una llengua nova. D’un veí nou. Un més boig que l’Albert. I més amable en la seva fora de narrar audiovisualment. Tampoc li diu cinematografia. Ni tant sols d’autor. Ell ha guanyat des de que va començar el partit, com li va dir en Pep a en Mou.

Pep&Mou

Portugal&España

Portugal&Barcelona

Portugal&Catalunya

Portugal&Ticataluña

Portugal&México

Portugal&Tico Commons

Portugal&Argentina

Portugal&Nederlands

Portugal&Emiratos

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Una imagen más precisa

La busqueda refinada tras unas pocas iteraciones

Yo buscaba un título que me permitiera ir a algún sitio. Una búsqueda de Google. O lo que vendría siendo una pregunta al mejor autochat en el mercado. ChatGPT.

No podía no entrar al trapo. Es un tema. Las preguntas son las que impresionan. Gente lista jugando contra la máquina. Que aprende. Y va hacia arriba.

Las máquinas fascistas.

Los sesgos de las fuentes.

Lo que queremos uno y otros del futuro.

Lo que significa el riesgo.

Lo que decimos en secreto.

Lo que escondemos.

Lo que odiamos.

Basta.

Dejémoslo atrás.

Sea este el momento de dejar el heteropatriarcado en el pasado.

Y partir hacia otro rumbo.

En las antípodas.

Ala, vamos.

LJ.

Lojuimo.

Gesto ticatalán con la mano.

Jaleló.

Sea este el principio del reversión del Tico Commons.

Palabra del Señor.

Te sentimos señor.

Hágase pallá.

Dios Padre envia sus disculpas. Y avisa. Quién quiera ser más papista que el papá, que vaya y chin…. POTS: STOP.

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La rapidez del tiempo NEW

Vertiginoso ascenso

Una ola infinita.

Star Wars como idea. El tiempo previo a crear un multiverso creativo pleno. Que llegue a la gloria. Numéricamente hablando. En los nueve sentidos NEW que se le podría asignar al tiempo.

Ir más allá (con acento de Messi) es lo que hay hay que hacer.

No podemos hacerlo haciendo lo mismo.

Eso lo habréis oido en las incontables formaciones de escuelas de negocios explicándote cómo triunfar en el mercado actual. Ellos lo son: triunfadores.

La vida persiste gracias a ellos. Hacen crecer los mercados. La están petando. Una parte importante de la sociedad. Viven bien. No les ascedia el porvenir. Ni el mañana. Ni siquiera el hoy. Van tirando. La vida. La vida va tirando.

Y tienen problemas.

Y demencias.

Enfermedades mentales.

Tienen bloqueos.

Dudas existenciales.

¿Qué coño hacemos aquí?

Eso es muy liberador.

Saber que TODO el mundo lo vive.

El elemento común.

¿Qué coño nos une?

Con ese otro 99%.

Somos el 1%.

Y ya está bien.

Si nuestro éxito revierte en los 99%.

Cascade social benefit fund.

It’s got to rain back.

Other wise the watter cycle is fucked up.

Our balance will rise when we raise ourselves to our holiest committment. To not be.

When you hear Hamlet saying the ultimate doubt you are compelled to be. Just because not to be has a negative flow. But that’s a bias. A cognitive bias. To not be. Not exist. To be there without being.

It’s both accelerating and pausing. It’s a place where you don’t feel confortable. Either way, we die.

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