The simulation machine
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in this project attempts to demonstrate the perpetuating mental and moral castration
at which as free men, we were subjected since the beginning of the macabre phase called evangelization.
humanity became wolf itself, creating a system that placed man and woman in a secret and continued racial attack.
..with the powerful death, tie images to words.
I go between images by secret tunnels into the unknow.
And only when the perdition ask itself; when the truth comes knotting from point that day the machinations of the simulator will devour itself.
sinister word, read in toothless mouths, as disguise, judged, limited, imprisoned for green uniforms and beaten to death by a simulation machine.
They were enraged and jumping on my chest and they did not have the courage to shelter me from their teeth; just fell exhausted on the written page. the night became more silent condemning me to live.
the fucking minds beyond, the vaginal abyss. from the mother they comes, looking to fill at any price ( food of men ) their emptiness.
...and in that desperate frenzy to recover, I throw nets into your heart and not picked up anything, but only waste, dead dog without barking.
there are beings who become words, and in their Augustinian's truth praised power without question, because that release them from themselves.
The big Father took away the holy tits, now fading in the twilight sidereal.