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We all need Schizoanalysis.

Karl Marx, Henry Ford, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, John Maynard Keynes, Mahatma Gandhi, Rupert Murdoch, Julius Caesar, Adolph Hitler, Margaret Thatcher and other stuff like this, were only founders of ornamental and molded religions.

The bifurcation of Monarch Butterfly is a surfeit of emotion. A molecular and viral feeling, interwoven with arcane, metaphysical, and at times transgressive themes.

Your fingers design the future of the sky. Are you deaf?

Those one eyed cyclops are shooting dead bodies.

Nicéphore Niépce and Louis Lumière. And after that Dabisha Moyo… Ha!

Photos just force me to remember some people I want to forget. And this is like an intrusive or parasitic influence.

”If there be light, then there is darkness”. Music shall only be presented in darkness, this is a way to pay respect and ‘fight’ for its dignity.

Angels frolicking on sounds, socio political inclinations, leafcutter ants and the convulsory movement of negation — of course. Psychic identification, uncovers buried passions playfully evading compelling razorblades and the digital knitting of one legged eagles delivering an explosive tenderness from sky to sky.

The perceptual apparatus of the listener reinvents the truness of site intrinsic and site extrinsic noises.

In 2001, geneticist Ying-Hui Fu and colleagues identified a mutation in a gene called Per2 that appeared to cause familial advanced sleep-phase syndrome (FASPS). People who have this condition sleep a normal 8 hours, but they go to bed earlier than most people, retiring at 6 or 7 in the evening and waking at 3 or 4 afternoon.

Hmm… From my point of denying things, experiments, research and ideas, I truly believe that subnormal sleep only shows the gain of death fear. Sleeping normally only shows the puerile and futile attempt to cordially avoid thinking of it.

If you don’t agree, fuck off!

Logarithmic tremendous heliocentric bishops. Head space full, next please.

‘Human Genome Project’ helps reveal the enormity of the remaining mystery. This is the gestation period of a lady called explosion. She lives in my neck and she is being fed by flattering dreams at night. Surprises are always innocent while sensational interruptions blurring the line between nothingness and infinity.

The sky is fired up feeding everyday with tones of insanity. You are the only woman I know who keeps dreaming in real.

When there is hug, music is missing – when there is music, hug is away. What is missing when there is ‘hug + music’? Hugandmusicmoments is one of my most terrifying experiences ever.

Universal solitariness attacking the sunset on the forehead! Do you really enjoy the taste of the prolific rivers and lakes of female power?

Skyscrapers collapsing onto my chest and this does not cause or excuse any ‘lodus tonalis’…

Music according to Arthur Schopenhauer is the world as will or a copy of desire. Or, its just a way to communicate through invisible, yet irrational, visceral and cerebral labyrinths leading directly to claustrophobic and/or blossoming indoor aviation around and all over my head; spinning and spoiling over the infiniteness of travelings…

There are those who deal with Collateralized Debt Obligations (CDOs) and hookers in Brussels’s luxurious hotels; and those who deal with rice and beans or beans and rice or rice and beans. Or even beans and rice… Occasionally, spaghetti.

The only way for a ‘realistic‘ revolution is ‘to feel‘ in the era of forbidden sensitivity.

Nuclear Winter in July…

Any questions or answers?