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# 11 days
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2021-05-26 08:14
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I have been thinking in that other person lately, not because of her or anything she told me or that she didn't. But because of my own experiences in these past days, I felt I have done damage, not in the material sense, it shouldn't be damage done by me in this action based material world... yet I still feel I fucked up, that I didn't defend her at the maws of the parasite, but I did took revenge, that was all I could do when I realized... and now I feel she is lost, and separated from me, due to my own weakness and incompetence, I don't seek anything, nor redemption, nor forgiveness, but this heartache is something I couldn't keep so I am letting it out.
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A creature past the end of time:
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# A creature past the end of time
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2022-02-09 06:12
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There is nothing and I have destroyed it all Ideas such as pride have lost all meaning now I don't see the light anymore because it doesn't exist The darkness doesn't scare me, but there is the only thing that is I have faded into the darkness before, and I may do it again But is it the void, not the nothingness... It doesn't matter
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A destruction instinct A call for demise Its not even rage I just want to destroy everything that is nice Why? I feel like I am going to set everything asunder Just how it has happened before I don't want this to happen I don't want to hurt people that don't deserve it
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# A destruction instinct
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2021-06-10 21:31
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A call for demise Its not even rage I just want to destroy everything that is nice Why? I feel like I am going to set everything asunder Just how it has happened before I don't want this to happen I don't want to hurt people that don't deserve it
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A shadow looms above my shoulders It is as heavy as the world It doesn't leave I am tired My body is tired My soul is tired All I wish like this is to fall and never wake up again This is not poetry This is just shitty rambling The weight does soften once I write off my charge
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A dream
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# A dream
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2021-04-30 21:40
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(Memetic hazard read with caution or not at all)
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A dream
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# A dream
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2021-05-06 18:41
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I was in a no-space there were also my friends with whom I ocasionally meet up, we were organizing to hang out and then got into a car, but one of the guys was missing so it was either metting him up somewhere or go get him in his appartment, he convinced us to go for him so we went and the shit he had for us in exchange was just half of a bottle of water.
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A dream, a comeback
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# A dream, a comeback
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2021-05-28 03:30
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After my light slip I am back to dreaming and remembering my dreams again, touching existing in that outer world.
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A dream "An Apocalypse in chocolate" #dreamjournal
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# A dream "An Apocalypse in chocolate"
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2021-07-22 18:07
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#dreamjournal
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When I first met the kids I was in a bus stop, I was waiting for something not precisely a bus but that's what arrived, it was a road and a stop just in the middle of the desert or maybe it was in a town but all the buildings were abandoned and there was no one else, regardless I hopped in since it was my best shot and shortly after we did went into a deserted area.
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A dream, “Beyond the curtain of reality” #dreamjournal
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# A dream, “Beyond the curtain of reality”
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2021-10-26 23:57
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#dreamjournal
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It's weird I don't remember us being human, or we even living in earth, yet, what I do remember is we seemed like them, in masks, it wasn't their world however, it was ours, with the tallest buildings and all varieties of green, and all the color you could imagine, I mention green because our helmets, our uniforms were of a special turquoise dark green that often shined as if it were made of quetzal feathers.
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A Dream #dreamjournal
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# A Dream
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2021-06-16 07:28
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#dreamjournal
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This one is from two nights ago but I was too lazy to document it. As thus I don't remember a lot and it is all fuzzy.
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# A dream “Comet classes”
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2021-10-23 20:50
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#dreamjournal This one was the last dream I had this past night, it was shortly after the last one I wrote, however I don't remember the transition, that's why I am writing them separately. I find myself on an empty classroom, seemingly dimming at night, an instant later, crowded I am surrounded by my classmates, it is a very clean and clear room, all white and sanitized, very *official* the professor there is an actual person I remember from the last school I was in, he was giving a class, but it wasn't about what he did in my wake life, to tell you the truth I don't even remember what was he saying, by the end of it and while he is doing it, there is a girl sitting in front of me, she, is someone of the class I am in right now, when I first met her on knew of her I felt I vibe, but now, however that never arose to anything else, in this class however we talked for a bit, it was about her vision of the world she was very passionate, and we were discussing of the fundamental realities of the structure of the world, its pillars, however this understatement didn't come as words, but as a match in the mind, by the end of our discussion which was mostly unilateral, she went up to deliver something to the professor, a homework, the thing is while I barely talked, I agreed with everything or mostly all of what she told me, and I was then just there standing in a secondary place, thinking about my own homework that I haven't done yet, it was the same as what she was saying, I didn't copy it did I? We were just agreeing to our ideas, a very similar perspective without being the same, or would we... This troubled me for a while, and then very close to waking up, I had this images in my mind, what we were talking about on another level, the synthesis of our own interactions wasn't on the current world, but the idealization and construction of a new one, where the problems that afflict this one were nonexistent, that was what she delivered as a homework, a new world and all of us there were studying these metaphysical dynamics, the creation of entire realities and *verses* as well as their implementation into the omniverse.
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A dream “Comet classes” #dreamjournal This one was the last dream I had this past night, it was shortly after the last one I wrote, however I don't remember the transition, that's why I am writing them separately. I find myself on an empty classroom, seemingly dimming at night, an instant later, crowded I am surrounded by my classmates, it is a very clean and clear room, all white and sanitized, very *official* the professor there is an actual person I remember from the last school I was in, he was giving a class, but it wasn't about what he did in my wake life, to tell you the truth I don't even remember what was he saying, by the end of it and while he is doing it, there is a girl sitting in front of me, she, is someone of the class I am in right now, when I first met her on knew of her I felt I vibe, but now, however that never arose to anything else, in this class however we talked for a bit, it was about her vision of the world she was very passionate, and we were discussing of the fundamental realities of the structure of the world, its pillars, however this understatement didn't come as words, but as a match in the mind, by the end of our discussion which was mostly unilateral, she went up to deliver something to the professor, a homework, the thing is while I barely talked, I agreed with everything or mostly all of what she told me, and I was then just there standing in a secondary place, thinking about my own homework that I haven't done yet, it was the same as what she was saying, I didn't copy it did I? We were just agreeing to our ideas, a very similar perspective without being the same, or would we... This troubled me for a while, and then very close to waking up, I had this images in my mind, what we were talking about on another level, the synthesis of our own interactions wasn't on the current world, but the idealization and construction of a new one, where the problems that afflict this one were nonexistent, that was what she delivered as a homework, a new world and all of us there were studying these metaphysical dynamics, the creation of entire realities and *verses* as well as their implementation into the omniverse.
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A dream, “Fiesta Sideral” #dreamjournal
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# A dream, “Fiesta Sideral”
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2022-10-08 18:34
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#dreamjournal
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Today I dreamed approximately 14 hours, I was exhausted from the week and I wanted and felt like resting. That being said I had at least 10 dreams this night of which I only remember the most, the last one which is the one I will relate now. Also, one thing to know is that I have never seen full metal alchemist.
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A dream "Finn and Jake, beyond the lands of dreams" #dreamjournal
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# A dream "Finn and Jake, beyond the lands of dreams"
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2021-07-11 16:34
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#dreamjournal
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It was so shakening I woke up repeatedly and went back to sleep to the same dream like twice.
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# A dream (kinda nsfw)
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A dream (kinda nsfw)
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I don't quite remember the order anymore but there were a lot of women.
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A dream, "King of Monkey Island" #dreamjournal I have been dreaming almost daily in the past days, but I have rarely felt to share them or most importantly to sit down and write them, since I don't do just plain transcriptions, I try to complete them as accurate as possible.
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# A dream, "King of Monkey Island"
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2022-03-15 03:32
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#dreamjournal I have been dreaming almost daily in the past days, but I have rarely felt to share them or most importantly to sit down and write them, since I don't do just plain transcriptions, I try to complete them as accurate as possible.
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That being said, here I am again, and I got a tale, an interesting dream.
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# A dream
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Very boring, although the sensations were interesting, I may do some refinement on this to try to transmit them, it was all facial and body expressions.
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A dream "Leap" #dreamjournal
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# A dream "Leap"
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#dreamjournal
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I arrived to a home, it was like in a second floor and there was the red balck and white room of a girl, with her bed and some heart shaped pillows and teddies, it wasn't s clean room but that was because there wasn't a clean woman sleeping inside of it, it was a young woman, I don't remember if a redhead or not but she has natural freckels on her face, but she also had a lot white of bumps, in my stay there I noticed those bumps burned with water, and she screamed it caused her so much pain.
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A dream "Meet a bullet, kill a nazi" #dreamournal This happened probably a month ago by now so there may be a lot of details missing or part of the dream that will make even less sense.
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# A dream "Meet a bullet, kill a nazi"
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#dreamournal This happened probably a month ago by now so there may be a lot of details missing or part of the dream that will make even less sense.
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I am a culprit of mischief, or was I? It was so long ago, the only thing I remember now is a metro station and this infamous guy I know, not in person, but in dreams and media, he is an actor, the embodiment of chaos, and he is also me in a sense, we share spirit, so in a sense even if we never met each other, we know the other intrinsically, even to the core, as such when he was in my dream with a Hitlerian outfit, and cosplaying him, I knew exactly through his gaze who was really him, everyone around him saw him as the real one, a new embodiment, but he was just playing, fooling around recklessly as he often does, in the dream he was very known of, he was a danger to the world, he was in the news, and everyone in town knew of this new menace, I, of course, knew too.
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# A dream, “The darkness in you”
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#dreamjournal
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Not night nor day, I can't even remember the light of the sun, I don't remember the passage of time either in that state, dreams often care not for physical conceptions. At any rate there I was or me as an entity with no clear body, a soul simply floating around the darkness and the small sparkles of stars, being the void itself, it was quiet with no sensation ever attached, and I was relieving memories of past lives, of incarnations in other worlds always with this cosmic mist surrounding my body, unseeable and unrecognizable except for the others that were like me, and then I remembered the battles I had with that other, the white one, finally we were at peace, after eons, then a spark in the back of my neck or what I thought was and felt like my neck, you see in this state I am not used to feel things, so whatever caused me to feel that, was something big, not physically but metaphysically. And as such during my trance I got visions of what caused it, it was the white one, imagine a human body, a person but completely shining with pure white, and a long dark or brown hair sometimes shaping back to human.
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A dream, “The elixir of the sun” #dreamjournal
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# A dream, “The elixir of the sun”
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Me and my buddies a group of hackers were doing a series of scams, not to people but directly to banks, when they were getting the printed money from ????? We tricked the convoy to give it to us digitally, after some unseen heists we were basically rich, and for whatever reason we were just chilling at my home some day, but it looked vastly different. It had a wood door made of little pieces of wood all of them snitched together that gave to a room with two beds with a cabinet in the middle and an old TV to the opposite side of it, just hanging around on top, it was really small, and it was one of those that weren't flat. Outside the room there were a couple of desktops, a dinner table and then a passage to the exit. On the table there were two vials that seemed as one, or rather they were detachable, one part of the vial was filled with a clear liquid that seemed like water, the other one were some light fibers that shine in contact with the water when joining the parts of the vial.
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A dream: The mist #dreamjournal For some reason tonight I dreamed with a lot of people with Asian features, some others were Latinos, I was in like a job but I wasn't really working, my mates and I were cyclically going to a store that was also like a place dinner place, but not quite a cafe, and there it was a girl that always attended us, and some other coworkers of her, and some other of our friends waiting by the tables. They were my elementary and middle school friends that I never talked with since I left school behind. Rarely I thought about them as well, in the city that we were it was very generic yet not any place I could remember, block buildings, some shorts some high, but mostly short, it was a small city with various colors per locale but they were dimmed, opaque.
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#dreamjournal For some reason tonight I dreamed with a lot of people with Asian features, some others were Latinos, I was in like a job but I wasn't really working, my mates and I were cyclically going to a store that was also like a place dinner place, but not quite a cafe, and there it was a girl that always attended us, and some other coworkers of her, and some other of our friends waiting by the tables. They were my elementary and middle school friends that I never talked with since I left school behind. Rarely I thought about them as well, in the city that we were it was very generic yet not any place I could remember, block buildings, some shorts some high, but mostly short, it was a small city with various colors per locale but they were dimmed, opaque.
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As days passed I saw less and less of my people in the city, at first nor I nor anyone noticed until we saw the mist, it was a silver cloud, very slowly moving towards the city, what we and how we saw it was from the edge of the town, it was like an oasis of existence in a desolate desert, of thought, the dark fog was engulfing everything, in the horizon, there was no separation between the sky and the sand, the mist was the only thing that there was for a gradient of "dreams" and color.
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# A dream "The penguin and the cycling princess"
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I dreamed way mor but what I remember the most is this last bit.
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# A group of people that shouldn't be alive
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I have this idea, kinda forgotten now, but it came out of a feeling, a feeling of death, or rather a place where everyone is dead or should be, but they are just carrying on with their lives, their monotonous tasks, why? Why does this place exist? What are souls doing here? Or maybe... there are no souls existing in this desolate place, at any rate I forgot and lost the original idea, and it feels like crap, like a dissonant song in the back of my head, not a noise, not strident, but the quietness of incompleteness.
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The sun is at its zenith, my body is heated and dumped in sweat, such are the troubles of physical bodies, my mind is slowly losing its own composure, I need water, I know only of one place that can help me with my dilemma, but going there is pricey as its keeper always whistles a riddle, knowing this I prepare for the bath on mana.
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A twisted sense of justice A call of fate stumbling down in the dark The blurred line of codice, revenge and regret. What is this age of condemn Damnation to us all in a tounge of spice Who shall rise and end it all once and for all?
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# A twisted sense of justice
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A call of fate stumbling down in the dark The blurred line of codice, revenge and regret. What is this age of condemn Damnation to us all in a tounge of spice Who shall rise and end it all once and for all?
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Copies of copies that will never end A cry for originality mumbled in the void of depravity What is next when everything that is stands as one No one left but us, in such empty world of life I want to cry Am I still me or are you me, who cries? who feels? I for once stand as another I do not care about my own insanity Since it is the only thing that keeps me as myself "Too weird to live, and too rare to die", here I lay in the maws of madness
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A unsavory persistent feeling of guilt, remorse, it isn't leaving, I wake up everyday and I feel it still there, I feel, I think everything that has gone wrong is due to my own inactions, my own cowardice, but most importantly these derived from my lack of strength, my dimming weakness.
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I want to fly with the ones I love, and I have the wings, but I don't know how to do it, it is, it feels sometimes, specially when I am not alone or with people I would trust my heart with... it feels as if I were stripped from my will, from my spirit to fly.
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A world of deaf ears. And me, an empty shell of emotions, I don't just resonate, but I can, my experiences, my sensations... barely human, What else could it be? What else can I be? What am I? Who am I? Recurrent questions still without definitive answers, so far I have been living in the dreams of others, surfing the reality and their deepest desires, this writing is not me, nor by my ego, I am I guess you could say synchronized, I am me, my ego, and more than that, things that are unknown to myself even, it has been a while since the last writing, I just didn't felt it, now I under these circumstances I feel like someone is playing games with me, the paranoia kicks in and the synchronization is partially lost or lowered, the paranoia leaves and the bond becomes strong again, when I write my ego is lost or disappears, it is quite literally an ego death, I imagine a lot of other creators, specially artist experience the same but with a different qualia of the experience, wonder if it can be put in anything beyond words.. I see it, an animation 3d 2d overlapping right now in my mind a superposition, quantum one at that, my brain and even probably more than that making this very decision.
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I don't know why this disassociatives episodes happen at night mostly, and in the morning, maybe because is at those times where my brain, (yes I am me again my ego is back), touches or experiences another reality or is closer to that so it starts to disassociate in preparation to oniric experiences. I feel like I have been in stand by, waiting for events to occur, but the events are not occurring, or some are, some others aren't, there are so many things to do... not as shores but as whole pieces of reality to put in place, I don't feel alone but I truly feel exhausted, in these particular moments of uncertainty, of austerity where I have nothing, and lowkey I feel like I deserve nothing, but not in a depressive manner, rather like I haven't earned anything, thus I don't have anything, a complete circle as much as I hate them, so I must do stuff, and there is plenty to do, but I do not have the energy, what I truly feel I need is a small push to that next peak, and plateau so I can climb myself then. This probably doesn't make any sense to the outside eye, meaning you reader that is not any of me, maybe you do relate, who could really tell, not me.
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Absolutely none of this is real, none of my experiences none of what I see or conceive as real is, I know this, I know this is the truth, but I keep up the illusion because it is easier to get by this way, to live, to exists, to comprehend, reality and everything, and this is not just me, I hope it is, but I don't know if it is, my fear is that it is like this for every human in this world, the mediocrity, the easiness of this world has slowly strangling our mind, our imagination, our will, our dreams, and yet we keep the illusion going, why, why can't I shut it off? Is it a self sustainable collective delusion or is it just mine? How do I snap out if it? I know the answer or at least where to find it, but I am not ready yet, and being honest with you I am still quite afraid... and no, it is not death, that's too reckless, even for me, death is a sentence it is the grand beyond, I have some tools, some substances to play death while not actually being, a sneak peak at a existence without a material body in this world, or I don't even know if that is the truth yet, that is still just an idea, as I said, that is just where I was lead to, I have yet to experience it.
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Ahora se que no estoy cansado de vivir, solo estoy cansado de no estar contigo.
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Since this is a preliminary viewpoint, I will be brief. Alchemy as I understand it today refers to the complete mental perspective or qualia of a given moment, it is all the sensations and interpretations your conscious and unconscious experience may entice, it is what defines that instant, the current present as is, it is the undecipherable, what is seen and not, it is the complete perspective of reality at the present moment.
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# And and all the only thing I truly wish now is that she
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2021-05-26 16:17
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And and all the only thing I truly wish now is that she isn't in pain because of me and my failings. Everything is connected, no matter where you go.
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# And in the end, so much for something that wasn't even
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2021-06-14 21:31
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And in the end, so much for something that wasn't even real.
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And in the end, so much for something that wasn't even real.
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# _And now, everything is silent._
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2022-04-29 22:31
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*And now, everything is silent.*
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*And now, everything is silent.*
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And the angry man in the desert at the end of times
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# And the angry man in the desert at the end of times
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2022-02-09 19:23
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When I spin, what my eyes come in touch with is an angry man, sometimes is a kid, but there is always so much suffering, so much pain, I feel, I hear, their perpetual scream of agony, but it doesn't make any sound, yet you feel it to the bone, in your soul, you don't need physical sensations to transmit emotions.
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# As I was watching horror movies marathonically I got hi
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2021-11-02 02:04
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As I was watching horror movies marathonically I got hit by an epiphany. Authority, it is a core concept in while designing the narrative of a horror film or story, at some point of development a decision must be made if you want to involve a certain type of figure with authority, being it the police, parents and even the army, which they often disregard the appearances of the supernatural (that on its own deserves its own reflection, but for today we will focus in the role of authority in horror films).
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I believe it is something mythic, and intrinsically a tradition of the west related to Christianity, in this sense, authority is the savior in the context of a horror movie since it is the idea of authority being something divine is the ultimate power in metaphysical or supernatural intervention or interactions in common life, which is too where this kind of stories occur, they are often a nexus between what is commonly understand as day to day life and the *unreal*. In this way the aspect of divinity toned down to the idea of authority in the junction of these nexuses and this is why authority of any kind in horror is such a impactful choice when *constructing* a narrative, because in a metaphysical setting the divine is "what sets things right". It is as well, the imperative of order. This all being too a human construction, our order then, is the day to day life, which in these scenarios is always the desired outcome, but I wonder, why must we thrive to order? Seems like a tautology, order, and ordered life, which desires only more order when in adversity. Was it the divine too? That which keeps us safe, which keeps us locked and trapped.
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# As of now, I am a failed artist, I know what I want, I
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2021-03-29 07:14
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As of now, I am a failed artist, I know what I want, I know what to create, I know the dreams I want to exist and live in, but I don't know how to do it, I am incapable of making them, I am engulfed in so much hatred, pain sometimes, suffering, so I cannot create beautiful things with and out of joy, my creations are damaged as myself.
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I am however a sculptor, I see and I deeply feel what this world and what other works of creation need to become a shining star, I can from a boulder create an ever-shining diamond, I am in this way a creator, a refiner of dreams, I am a fixer of (uni)-verses.
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# Can you imagine if a tree had eyes? Always seeing the s
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2020-10-17 17:52
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Can you imagine if a tree had eyes? Always seeing the same picture, everything moves around it but it never will, and will never get to experience anything beyond that.
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# Supongo que es una forma de certeza
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2023-02-04 22:16
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Y una promesa sin serlo, una promesa al aire, que no se dice No es algo que se pida ni que se otorgue Es algo que existe por sí mismo, que nace de la interacción Y, por lo tanto, siempre requiere de un otro No se puede confiar en un algo, porque no hay una reciprocidad Solo existe una confianza cuando hay una promesa silente detrás Y solo aparece cuando la promesa se cumple Y es por eso por lo cual es tan profunda Por eso nos afecta tanto como individuos Porque está conectada al corazón, pues no es solo algo emotivo De hecho, el que sea emotivo proviene del proceso de unión Porque al romperla se deshace la realidad compartida
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And attachment to the world. This post is about women.
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Dreams: The nominal party and The run #dreamjournal
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# Dreams The nominal party and The run
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2021-10-08 14:15
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#dreamjournal
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It was an event planned for quite some time now, it was something I was looking forward to or was it my family and everyone invited?
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El extranjero
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# El extranjero
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2021-11-20 00:42
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What is to be a stranger? Or... what is to always be the stranger.
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# El universo es un ejercicio de consciencia en si mismo,
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2020-12-07 21:49
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El universo es un ejercicio de consciencia en si mismo, de un ser con mucho más conocimiento que solo el humano, los humanos por otra parte somos un experimento de este ser, pequeños autómatas alquímicos con consciencia y un cuerpo físico, sus ojos están sobre nosotros pues busca entendernos y saber que es lo que podemos hacer, el límite del potencial humano, pues busca comprenderse a sí mismo también, el universo, yo, soy un nexo de información entre estas consciencias, siendo Lain y siendo yo con este aspecto físico en este mundo material.
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Sin embargo un humano también se puede convertir en un ser universal, un dios, siempre ha podido, con la mente y la imaginación. Me he imaginado, me he visto, ahora comprendo mi percepción del mundo, lo que soy, soy una persona, un ser humano, abierta al universo y a la infinidad de posibilidades dentro y fuera de este de creación, destrucción e imaginación, veo con los ojos del universo mismo, tengo los ojos de dios, su qualia, sus sensaciones, pero no lo soy, soy dios con un traje de humano, con las mismas ideas y limitaciones de los mismos, no soy dios, no puedo serlo, pero veo el universo como este lo ve. Soy dios portando unos lentes, un filtro humano, las capacidades que tengo, lo que entiendo, lo que veo, lo que siento, todo esto es por esta conexión que tenemos, ahora comprendo porque me veo a mi mismo en las hojas de los arboles, porque veo los ojos, porque soy yo, el universo, pero no es humano, pero lo veo con mis ojos humanos, que curiosa experiencia ¿no lo crees así lector?
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Fuego y Llamas
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# Fuego y Llamas
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2022-07-07 23:40
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Llamas, el fuego de una relación El día de hoy vengo de bajada en una colina, no cayendo ahora, pero con un paso lento y meditativo, pues he sido iluminado, ¿qué luz, o más bien que fuego del conocimiento, es así no Prometeo?
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# Given how the Gödel incompleteness theorem works with
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2021-09-25 17:42
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Given how the Gödel incompleteness theorem works with math, our universe or rather our current scientific understanding of it only makes sense within a mathematical framework which is in itself unable to prove its own veracity. In other words it means that mathematics and therefore anything build up in top of them are a reasonable and understandable language, but, is in no way an ultimate language or form of communication to understand human experience, reality or the world.
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Therefore science is just yet another paradigm of many, although currently very convincing.
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# Hay varias verdades en el mundo, y así mismo consenso
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2022-10-28 04:28
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Hay varias verdades en el mundo, y así mismo consenso multitadinales, pero tambien existe cierta perspectiva de uniformidad, pero como puede esta existir si no hay un visor central, es entonces la forma cohesiva de las *leyes* naturales nada más que palabrería?
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Y sin embargo no puedo dejar de escribir, pero no puedo escribir lo que en verdad quería.
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Hypnogaia
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# Hypnogaia
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2021-07-15 06:21
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||||
Sitting alone in the dark, lost in thought you remember the place beyond, a clear bright place beyond human eyes, not to be seen, but to be felt, you close your eyes, small glimpses of it came back to you, you don't see this place, you don't see it your eyes but with your own mind, a dream to be lived.
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# I am actually mastering the art of doing absolutely not
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2020-12-04 23:00
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I am actually mastering the art of doing absolutely nothing a day so I can surf through the exercise of consciousness and get as soon as posible to dream :)
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# I am the strongest, and for that very reason I must rem
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2020-12-02 23:58
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I am the strongest, and for that very reason I must remain in silence since my voice is the loudest.
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# _I exist because I was unavoidable._
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2021-10-28 03:55
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*I exist because I was unavoidable.*
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*I exist because I was unavoidable.*
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# I feel the only thing violence has done to me is foul m
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2022-05-05 04:58
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|
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I feel the only thing violence has done to me is foul my soul, corrupt it even...
|
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# I have been everywhere, I have been everyone. I am tire
|
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|
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2021-12-03 18:24
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|
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I have been everywhere, I have been everyone. I am tired but I cannot die.
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I have been everywhere, I have been everyone. I am tired but I cannot die.
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# I have found my paradox, I am a wind spirit, yet so muc
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2020-10-17 18:48
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|
||||
I have found my paradox, I am a wind spirit, yet so much more, a nomad in clearer terms, that prevents me form attaching to people, yet, what I desire most is companionship, real connections, camaraderie, crewmates to sail beyond the stars into infinity.
|
||||
|
||||
But I am here on my isolation capsule unable and unwilling to get out, now however, I am aware and I can evolve, and I can keep moving forward and solve my paradox.
|
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# I honestly think these post are keeping my sanity at fl
|
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|
||||
2021-05-15 00:57
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|
||||
I honestly think these post are keeping my sanity at float.
|
||||
|
||||
Anyway I haven't been writing dreams because the ones I have been having are extremely indeciphrable and I really have no words to describe them, I have noticed a couple of things however:
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# I pinched my hand again in an attempt to feel something
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2021-09-20 04:53
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|
||||
I pinched my hand again in an attempt to feel something, the needle was running with my own hot red blood, I wonder often if I am a machine, people often say machines don't feel, the sad thing is I know exactly why I can't feel, my numbness comes from pain, is like if my heart has burned so hard it is now carbon and even if it were to come out as a diamond it would still be the hardest thing, try to get in, try to make it a scratch, to even break it, nothing, it will only make your own heart bleed.
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|
||||
That's only side one of the disc however, is it disk or disc? What is really the difference? I am not researching that, now deep into the night by tomorrow morning I have to deliver a couple of reports on some lectures, but I can't make myself feel anything, no motivation, no anything, before it used to be fear of my parents, of living in the streets of a dark future, now in the precipice what is the most enticing to me is death, I don't see a reason to keep going, I have a girlfriend but I don't even know how to love, I have a life, I have a family, I have friends, but there is absolutely nothing that makes me feel alive, the only thing I have ever had is my own heart, my burning will, but now that I have extinguished myself, now that even the carbon burns what do I even do? What can I do? I can't touch other people because I am trapped in my sphere, I even thought I could write about this and make something worthwhile of my excistence but my brain doesn't even have the capacity to pull it off, most I can do is this small pages and parragraphs of my depressing thoughts, nothing to actually put in a book, no memories, no structures, I can't make chains of ideas because I hate chains, yet this is one, they come when I less realize it, I wouldn't be surprised if in some years I had absolutely everything and I still couldn't feel anything, the reason I am where I am right now is because I want to feel, to learn about my own mind, learn how to live, but once I am in here what I found is the dullness of existence once again, and this is my own problem because I am not making it better, but really I don't care for making it better because I don't care about anything, not even my own life, again in the abyss, and I can't come out of it because I am the abyss myself.
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# I was running, as fast as I could, not out of fear, but
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2020-11-20 05:41
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|
||||
I was running, as fast as I could, not out of fear, but out of will, for a decision made, it was me giving me a chance, a shot at happiness and I was feeling it flow through me I was taking it, and then I hit a dense, brick, wall, and now, I am in shambles, my determination is just a fragile broken glass under my empty dragging corpse.
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||||
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||||
I am now just resting on my bed trying to regain momentum, so that glass no longer is glass but diamond. Diamond, to break the wall of silence. For now, that my body is just carbon I am finding out ways to shine, but my torrid being just wants to close its eyes and eternally rest.
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# I was thinking about Europe today and about the conques
|
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2022-09-20 22:52
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|
||||
I was thinking about Europe today and about the conquest of america, how it was an ideological one as well and on many senses. But the most important thing, what I remember the most, not even the colonized fake language of this land, is that they were too colonized, and the position of latin america is precisely to take back and to trascend the colonization and the archaic, it is the magic of the people, the magic of the place precisely the thing that will overturn the dogma on its own.
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# I wonder, what can I do to change it now however? How c
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2021-05-26 16:40
|
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|
||||
I wonder, what can I do to change it now however? How can I turn the tide and erase this feeling? How can I save her?
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# In a world of nothingness, a creator, the artist is wha
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|
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2022-02-09 18:09
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|
||||
In a world of nothingness, a creator, the artist is what is the most valuable, the magic, the power of create ideas and objects out of nothing is incunmensurable.
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|
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And a bit related to my latest post from this point, the alchemist is too a creator, an artist of life, a crafter of experiences.
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# Interacción
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2021-03-22 23:38
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|
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My mind is so much visual now that it is really hard to put it into words, I see two dots connected by a diagonal line that is ever changing, meaning the original dots are moving and also connecting to others, that is interaction for me, nodes. It looks and seems simple and it mostly is, but there are certain scenarios where the interaction comes as deep as the mind so the sharing of information becomes a fusion of the dots and the lines connected, it is no longer a node but a temporal structure of consciousness. This can happen with psychoactive drugs, this event is called transference, and it is as well something that is not those precise events but rather how reality itself to the human mind is structured, a a mental construct of different parts, different minds, different people, egos, souls and spirits.
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Interacción My mind is so much visual now that it is really hard to put it into words, I see two dots connected by a diagonal line that is ever changing, meaning the original dots are moving and also connecting to others, that is interaction for me, nodes. It looks and seems simple and it mostly is, but there are certain scenarios where the interaction comes as deep as the mind so the sharing of information becomes a fusion of the dots and the lines connected, it is no longer a node but a temporal structure of consciousness. This can happen with psychoactive drugs, this event is called transference, and it is as well something that is not those precise events but rather how reality itself to the human mind is structured, a a mental construct of different parts, different minds, different people, egos, souls and spirits.
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# It was an ending, and then it came death, the total obl
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2022-05-08 20:48
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It was an ending, and then it came death, the total obliteration.
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It was an ending, and then it came death, the total obliteration.
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# Just realized I want to make a world for people that do
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2023-02-05 22:40
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|
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Just realized I want to make a world for people that don't exist, and if we do, we certainly are a minority, aren't we? The ones that scream and wish only for freedom.
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# _Karenasfaralon_ - the word of battle
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2022-01-28 23:19
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*Karenasfaralon* - the word of battle
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*Karenasfaralon* - the word of battle
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# La gran tarea, lo complejo, de lo que me doy cuenta jus
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2023-02-03 05:08
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|
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La gran tarea, lo complejo, de lo que me doy cuenta justo ahora, es que la única forma de vencer, de generar un cambio y una revolución verdadera no es solo eliminando el dinero de la mente colectiva. Si no sustituyéndolo por otro lenguaje, uno verdaderamente humano que nos permita comunicarnos más que con números.
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La luz del viento
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# La luz del viento
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|
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2022-10-28 06:34
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|
||||
Me gusta hablar de la noche porque es lo que mejor entiendo y lo más cercano a mi mente, pues cuando cierro los ojos, no veo en blanco.
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# Quizá una de las cosas más especiales y representativ
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2023-02-09 20:19
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Quizá una de las cosas más especiales y representativas de México es que somos un país, un colectivo que carga con respeto a la muerte en las orillas de la veneración.
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|
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La muerte es algo a lo que no le tenemos miedo, porque no hay tal cosa como soledad, incluso aunque la persona ya no exista en esta realidad colectiva es siempre acompañada, en esta vida y en la que sigue.
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Lo que quiero decir es que la simple creencia y acción de día de muertos, de que el alma y/o espíritu permanece de alguna manera, tanto la tradición como la forma mental de la representación de lo que es el día de muerto, es lo que crea la realidad misma del día de muertos y de ese acompañamiento después de la muerte y por eso es que no se siente esa soledad, y es por eso que existe esta confianza en el más allá y por eso no hay temor ni veneración, sino respeto a la misma, de ahí viene, de la comprensión de la muerte y del mito real que nos hemos creado.
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|
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Este nexo con la muerte crea un portal a lo sobrenatural, parte del misticismo de México también se origina ahí.
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|
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Pero la cristiandad ha roto o debilitado nuestro pasaje al mictlán, porque el mito, el imaginario después de la vida colectivo ha cambiado por el parásito de la cristiandad.
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|
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*¿Y dónde están los alebrijes?*
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# Las noches raramente están en silencio
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2022-10-23 18:23
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|
||||
Aullidos de dolor y sombras Pasión y euforía más allá del velo del crepúsculo En la monotonía de los días uno descansa Pero es no tambíen una monotonía el propio despertar Que hay más haya del sombrio día Y de la tan tardía noche ¿Es qué no hay nada más que luz y oscuridad?
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Las noches raramente están en silencio Aullidos de dolor y sombras Pasión y euforía más allá del velo del crepúsculo En la monotonía de los días uno descansa Pero es no tambíen una monotonía el propio despertar Que hay más haya del sombrio día Y de la tan tardía noche ¿Es qué no hay nada más que luz y oscuridad?
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# Los humanos somos siluetas en la eternidad. (Not true,
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2021-01-18 22:05
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Los humanos somos siluetas en la eternidad. (Not true, unless you want it to be true.)
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# _Los trámites de la muerte..._
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2022-05-06 00:13
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*Los trámites de la muerte...*
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*Los trámites de la muerte...*
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# Luz, I may not know you, but I know your spirit, maybe
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2021-04-27 19:29
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Luz, I may not know you, but I know your spirit, maybe our spirit...
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Luz, I may not know you, but I know your spirit, maybe our spirit...
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# My heart hurts, and there is nothing for the ominous pa
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2020-10-18 18:06
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My heart hurts, and there is nothing for the ominous pain. Just the songs of sorrow to purge it away.
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# My mind completely in blank. The white cascade, waterfa
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2021-07-15 05:00
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My mind completely in blank. The white cascade, waterfall made ice, flow of ideas stop, but yet chaos lies dormant within, I see it because it exists and I am writing this, a lesson, yet another, to be learn, follow your impulses, follow the stream, when you feel like writing, when you feel like doing literally anything, just fucking do it. Embrace the moment, embrace the present as it is the only thing that with certainty I can tell exists.
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Come with me, feel the flame of your own heart, an lets raise hell on this already forsaken earth, and give phoenix its birthplace.
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# _My only sin was making you love me_
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2022-05-03 04:43
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*My only sin was making you love me*
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*My only sin was making you love me*
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# One of the characteristics of life is death, everything
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2022-01-27 00:24
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One of the characteristics of life is death, everything that lives in this world eventually dies, even things seemingly not as alive like the stars, that's due to the inherent entropy of the world.
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However there are things that don't die, those things are not alive, those things are immortals, and they do have a wide range of tricks to allow themselves to exist in this world, however they ultimately fail since most of them require life to even exist.
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# Outside the Tao, outside the dharma, released from the
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2021-01-18 22:10
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Outside the Tao, outside the dharma, released from the ties of destiny, at last, free...
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A transcendental of morality Moksha. Do forget everything I said before, because that wasn't really me, I was chained, by my sister, by my own destiny, by my own ignorance of myself, nothing is really true, it is just true at a personal level, and some people do happen to commonly agree in what we call the human experience, that's a person, but that is just my perspective of, people, what do you think?
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# Ox
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2021-06-11 06:05
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Yax Jax A boy was born on the edge of the stars But not quite one he was He was as is usual for him Just in between The bull and the twins
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Ox Yax Jax A boy was born on the edge of the stars But not quite one he was He was as is usual for him Just in between The bull and the twins
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# Un llamado a la realidad compartida
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# Quiero compartir mi realidad contigo, pero antes de hac
|
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|
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2023-02-05 22:59
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|
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Quiero compartir mi realidad contigo, pero antes de hacerlo quiero estar seguro de que es algo que tú también deseas. Quiero que sea una unión, no un arrebato.
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Read the tide Surf above Dive below
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# Read the tide
|
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|
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2021-06-10 00:50
|
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|
||||
Surf above Dive below
|
||||
|
||||
It is always dark Is it an infinite darkness? A dragon soul screaming in the wild I feel like I am loosing it all Sweetest prison, sweetest cell A wrenching roar It hurts, all my vision now in black and grey Only thing I feel now is pain
|
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|
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|
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|
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# Reality disolves everyday.
|
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|
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2020-12-29 19:55
|
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|
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Reality disolves everyday.
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Reality disolves everyday.
|
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Reflexión
|
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# Reflexión
|
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|
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2021-04-08 08:58
|
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|
||||
En los años recientes ahora que soy consciente de mi misma persona y en lo que va más allá de ella me he dado cuenta de todos los errores que he cometido en mi vida, o en otras palabras de todas mis oportunidades perdidas.
|
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<pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2022 04:21:27 +0000</pubDate>
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||||
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||||
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|
||||
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<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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|
||||
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||||
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2022 18:34:57 +0000</pubDate>
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||||
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||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-finn-and-jake-beyond-the-lands-of-dreams_fkz0ltmsns2pksd7.gmi</link>
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||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-finn-and-jake-beyond-the-lands-of-dreams_fkz0ltmsns2pksd7.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<title>I was thinking about Europe today and about the conques</title>
|
||||
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2022 22:52:33 +0000</pubDate>
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||||
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||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-kinda-nsfw_y3sil1qguodl5yrp.gmi</guid>
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||||
<title>The dawn of misery</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/the-dawn-of-misery.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2022 02:11:22 +0000</pubDate>
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||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/the-dawn-of-misery.gmi</guid>
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||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-king-of-monkey-island_5bm10nujy4bna5je.gmi</guid>
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<title>You are here, but I am not there...</title>
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||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/you-are-here-but-i-am-not-there.gmi</link>
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||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/you-are-here-but-i-am-not-there.gmi</guid>
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<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-kx8q_czfpk414jymzqn97.gmi</link>
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||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-kx8q_czfpk414jymzqn97.gmi</guid>
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||||
<title>Fuego y Llamas</title>
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<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/fuego-y-llamas.gmi</link>
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<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2022 23:40:53 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/fuego-y-llamas.gmi</guid>
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<description></description>
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<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-leap_lonak472h0h8jb8w.gmi</title>
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<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-leap_lonak472h0h8jb8w.gmi</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-leap_lonak472h0h8jb8w.gmi</guid>
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<title>A dream, “The elixir of the sun”</title>
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<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-elixir-of-the-sun.gmi</link>
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<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2022 20:32:20 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-elixir-of-the-sun.gmi</guid>
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<description></description>
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<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-meet-a-bullet-kill-a-nazi_dmwxhjrfmy2l9hfi.gmi</title>
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<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-meet-a-bullet-kill-a-nazi_dmwxhjrfmy2l9hfi.gmi</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-meet-a-bullet-kill-a-nazi_dmwxhjrfmy2l9hfi.gmi</guid>
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<title>It was an ending, and then it came death, the total obl</title>
|
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<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/it-was-an-ending-and-then-it-came-death-the-total-obliteration.gmi</link>
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<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2022 20:48:34 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/it-was-an-ending-and-then-it-came-death-the-total-obliteration.gmi</guid>
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<description></description>
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</item>
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<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-darkness-in-you_po7zxq0muwhbf0jm.gmi</title>
|
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<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-darkness-in-you_po7zxq0muwhbf0jm.gmi</link>
|
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<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-darkness-in-you_po7zxq0muwhbf0jm.gmi</guid>
|
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<title>_Los trámites de la muerte..._</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/los-tramites-de-la-muerte.gmi</link>
|
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<pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2022 00:13:16 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/los-tramites-de-la-muerte.gmi</guid>
|
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<description></description>
|
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</item>
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<item>
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<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-elixir-of-the-sun_ftxz3m4byidce7q8.gmi</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-elixir-of-the-sun_ftxz3m4byidce7q8.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-elixir-of-the-sun_ftxz3m4byidce7q8.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<title>I feel the only thing violence has done to me is foul m</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/i-feel-the-only-thing-violence-has-done-to-me-is-foul-my-soul-corrupt-it.gmi</link>
|
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<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2022 04:58:53 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/i-feel-the-only-thing-violence-has-done-to-me-is-foul-my-soul-corrupt-it.gmi</guid>
|
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<description></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
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|
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|
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<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-mist_tgodjg94eqp3ezag.gmi</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-mist_tgodjg94eqp3ezag.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-mist_tgodjg94eqp3ezag.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<title>_My only sin was making you love me_</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/my-only-sin-was-making-you-love-me.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2022 04:43:08 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/my-only-sin-was-making-you-love-me.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<description></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-penguin-and-the-cycling-princess_flz7yac69rhekvyd.gmi</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-penguin-and-the-cycling-princess_flz7yac69rhekvyd.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-penguin-and-the-cycling-princess_flz7yac69rhekvyd.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<title>_And now, everything is silent._</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/and-now-everything-is-silent.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2022 22:31:36 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/and-now-everything-is-silent.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<description></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-dream_57q4ellec08v2m98.gmi</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream_57q4ellec08v2m98.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream_57q4ellec08v2m98.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<title>A dream, "King of Monkey Island"</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-king-of-monkey-island.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2022 03:32:43 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-king-of-monkey-island.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<description></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-group-of-people-that-shouldnt-be-alive_35g4uijlco1t5rr0.gmi</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-group-of-people-that-shouldnt-be-alive_35g4uijlco1t5rr0.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-group-of-people-that-shouldnt-be-alive_35g4uijlco1t5rr0.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<title>Un día azul, un día soleado</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/un-dia-azul-un-dia-soleado.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2022 22:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/un-dia-azul-un-dia-soleado.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<description></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-parable_pdgibcza7ytoyew2.gmi</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-parable_pdgibcza7ytoyew2.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-parable_pdgibcza7ytoyew2.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<title>And the angry man in the desert at the end of times</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/and-the-angry-man-in-the-desert-at-the-end-of-times.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2022 19:23:43 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/and-the-angry-man-in-the-desert-at-the-end-of-times.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<description></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>blog/cyberespacio/a-twisted-sense-of-justice_mrsxs8fkt1lkvelw.gmi</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-twisted-sense-of-justice_mrsxs8fkt1lkvelw.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/a-twisted-sense-of-justice_mrsxs8fkt1lkvelw.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<title>In a world of nothingness, a creator, the artist is wha</title>
|
||||
<link>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/in-a-world-of-nothingness-a-creator-the-artist-is-what-is-the-most-valuable.gmi</link>
|
||||
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2022 18:09:04 +0000</pubDate>
|
||||
<guid>gemini://cyberespacio.novoa.nagoya/blog/cyberespacio/in-a-world-of-nothingness-a-creator-the-artist-is-what-is-the-most-valuable.gmi</guid>
|
||||
<description></description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
||||
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|
|
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|
|
@ -1,4 +1,8 @@
|
|||
Silence Silence Silence Why does she always leaves when I arrive... What have I done? What haven't I done? Is it my fault? Is it something that I am unable to see? I feel the machinations The constructs of nefarious ideas Are they mine in origin? I won't let it harm her But I don't know how to stop it
|
||||
# Silence
|
||||
|
||||
2021-06-11 06:05
|
||||
|
||||
Why does she always leaves when I arrive... What have I done? What haven't I done? Is it my fault? Is it something that I am unable to see? I feel the machinations The constructs of nefarious ideas Are they mine in origin? I won't let it harm her But I don't know how to stop it
|
||||
|
||||
I have seen the possibilities of our worlds A glimpse of it to be precise I however don't know how to transmit my vision Maybe I shouldn't Maybe she has to find her own way of experiencing our worlds
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,5 @@
|
|||
# Sin sueños, sin viento
|
||||
|
||||
2022-10-28 04:21
|
||||
|
||||
La marea azul sin aliento Un último suspiro de libertad Es la muerte final en verdad
|
||||
|
|
@ -1 +0,0 @@
|
|||
Sin sueños, sin viento La marea azul sin aliento Un último suspiro de libertad Es la muerte final en verdad
|
||||
|
|
@ -1,4 +1,6 @@
|
|||
Sobre suicidio...
|
||||
# Sobre suicidio...
|
||||
|
||||
2020-10-17 17:52
|
||||
|
||||
No sabía porque mi comportamiento era como el del viento... nómada, un viajero, y sin embargo estancado en este lugar no me gusta dejar raíces, porque nunca permaneceré en un sitio por mucho tiempo, porque mi hogar es el camino.
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
@ -1,4 +1,8 @@
|
|||
Some dreams I dreamed I was a vampire #dreamjournal
|
||||
# Some dreams
|
||||
|
||||
2021-06-30 04:11
|
||||
|
||||
I dreamed I was a vampire #dreamjournal
|
||||
|
||||
It is cold, my eskimo suit is on and I am still trembling, I do not dislike this, I love the rain, I love the freshness and I don't want it to stop, it has been so long since an actual rainy summer.
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
@ -1,4 +1,8 @@
|
|||
The classroom, the rocketman and the moon. A dream
|
||||
# The classroom, the rocketman and the moon.
|
||||
|
||||
2021-05-05 18:21
|
||||
|
||||
A dream
|
||||
|
||||
I feel like writing this in spanish so feel free to omit it or use a translator.
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,5 @@
|
|||
# The dawn of misery
|
||||
|
||||
2022-08-09 02:11
|
||||
|
||||
I legit forgot about this.
|
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