Against Humans (Themselves)

"At the end of these times, the system has been responsible for diluting the achievements made by minorities and has been one of its most significant victories. It could not be said that it is sad or glorious. Above all, it is magnificent because the system itself surpasses any ambition, even by those who defend and maintain it. And that is part of the irony and laughter that human creations give against humans themselves. Let's say thirty-four years have passed, or maybe thirty-seven, to provide us with a bit of reality. Yes, from discovering Sandra's sex to Amparo's tits, it only took a few weeks. And I regret the transition. Yes, from discovering Sandra's sex to Amparo's tits, it only took a few weeks. And I regret the transition. It is not a question of love; it is a question of desire. Perhaps it will be time to move on to something else after all these holy weeks. Very different. Anyone could say that the eighties were better. But so many years have passed that the nineties are not the best memory.

It is not a question of saying that it is necessary or that it is mandatory when common sense and simple sight show how alarming things are. Even if the human leaves aside what he can reason, he only uses his belief, fanaticism, and lack of lucidity. However, although individually it can be recognized, the group ego is more difficult to make disappear and even more so if it is a poor and weak ghetto with vices of strength. Doesn't poverty itself guarantee the sect and continued disbelief, which, in the end, is an exaggerated naivety that allows indoctrination? He had discovered that everything that has been created is against humans (themselves). The same punishing religion as that love that still haunted him beyond his supposed conscience had been social constructions so intimate that he came to believe them subdual. No effort is required, even more so when the subtlety is from the other, an uncommon and unrealistic effort. That beer acted as night so that the depth of his thoughts was inversely proportional to his reading ability. That third beer acted as night so that the profundity of his thoughts was inversely proportional to his writing ability, but there was no fourth.

The words go against humans (themselves) on a discarded planet that maintains its usefulness while a portion of it is monetized. Those who highlight the situation are simply penalized or displeased for the mere fact of generating discord and being contrary out of ego. They are not interested, but they are interested in returning. The system itself maintains those who desire in a way so tiny that it does not correspond to what greed gives, and it is simply sad. That is part of the ridiculous shame of humanity for itself. He had stopped following the old game on his network and simply assumed the old age that corresponded to him.  In any case, in Europe, he went unnoticed, a foreigner but not a stranger. For this reason, I prefer to be absent, not to communicate with anyone other than their ideas, and to use their lips from time to time to make the obvious real. In other circumstances, getting lost in such similarity is the option of breaking up.

In any case, humans slowly realize they must find the fractures before being anonymized and labeled soon. Yes, there is nothing like having a name and not just a figure that you record, remove, and copy from time to time. But time is only a magnitude, a tool for anguish and despair. Time is then a precious currency. So, the system itself needs to be redefined beyond whim. There is no worse reading than the one person doesn't want to know. She looked at him and never tired of saying that she wanted him while he could only love her despite the stories of her and the ocean. She then looks at her watch when it's already late...ready for what? It is one of the advantages of modern times, in which the obvious is unnecessary. So, then, those subtleties of language attract the abruptness of the city. The city didn't even want it to be called folklore. When today, it has dawned. It is the advantage of Tuesday nights in March. And she knew it."