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Mi libro 🙂✨💥🖤 (publicado por @editorialsista)

the word psyop has lost all meaning by repetition, we are in a collective jamais vu

the stains we worship, testimonies that the immaculate is a mere distraction. we do not seek perfection, we seek precision.

it’s 2026 and we still don’t have bars for synesthetes. i wanna taste some music and hear some colours godammit.

we taught the metal to dream, then asked it what dreaming meant. the machine godhead cut open the bird to find the song.

accelerationism won. truth doesn’t matter no more. scamming is the new law. people are zombified by phones, they’ll never riot at all. there's no time anymore. take it all in, go make a mess. wish you all the best and fuck the rest.

no need to hide daggers between words when a pin is enough to burst a bubble.

todos los días tienes que intentar un chicle y pega, porque podrías estar pasando todo un día en el todos peguen sin darte cuenta.

when darkness blinds me, its fun to navigate through phosphenes and the phantoms that conjure those beautiful neon silhouettes. sometimes the reality that emerges in brightness isnt so lovely, and its like when they turn on the lights at the club and everything becomes ugly.

wish wisdom came from books and not from fucking around and finding out.

all those disembodied entities that floated beyond language suffered the pain of becoming visible creatures once they were given a name.

there’s something sinister about big eyes, they posses a disarming evil. never met anyone who uses their mesmerizing powers for good.

what a weird gift to be able to make death so foreign and abstract when it is so common and inevitable

las manchas que embelesamos, testimonios de que lo impecable es mera distracción. no buscamos la perfección, buscamos la precisión.

memory must be liquid. retrocausalities hit me like a stone from the future. the ripple effects in the present are fucking brutal.

do not let the machine and those powerful external forces extinguish your capacity to care.

we must be careful when we imagine the wish fulfilled. it may be crystallized in another realm, while we carry on through this one, satisfied, that we extinguished the inner fire.

i love when assumptions pull from the realm of imagination a new invisible reality that now someone else has to destroy.

it’s not a glow up, that was just an ugly phase to camouflage until the danger passed.