Pills for de-demonizing (Pastillas para anti-endemoniar) (English Only)
Excerpt from one of my favourite songs, yeah, the kind that wakes up the neighbours, with my Haffler surround... god damn!
Anyway, Here:
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Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night
looking for the fight of her life
in the real time world no one sees her at all
the all say she is crazy
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart
changing woman into light
she has danced into the danger zone
WHEN THE DANCER BECOMES THE DANCE!!!!
It can cut you like a knife
if the gift becomes the fire
ON THE WIRE BETWEEN WILL AND WHAT WILL BE!!!
SHE'S A MANIAC MANIAC ON THE FLOOR
AND SHE IS DANCING LIKE SHE'S NEVER DANCED BEFORE!!!!
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A person can not be described by a feature, nevertheless a characteristic. How so, there's more entanglement of feelings where all the angels surrounding you sing at the same chorus of frequency, why tho? life is not fair, not a bit.
In between the lines of hard and tough work, hard being the amount of dedication and mental resources that have to be applied to it, daily, and tough meaning the obscure, the situational bizarreness, although moneymaking weird shit, with situations that redirect this to another of my writings, but yes, this is a complicated read, I accept it, I obey to accept it, however, the cryptic words about all this is about the one thing that feeds happiness into souls, therefore go on, enjoy the slow burn.
It all started with a hand holding to the light, saying from really far away, avoiding the unavoidable, holding to the light. There is this one thing that differentiate the common from the outstanding but then, there is marvellous.
Marvellous, the god of beauty, once wrote this story;
Once upon a time, there was a king named Quimaera who ruled a kingdom called Chimera. He was a very powerful king, but he was also very vain. He was never happy with the way his kingdom smelled, no matter how much perfume or incense he burned.
One day, a queen named Bastet came to Chimera from a faraway land. She was the goddess of cats, and she was known for her beauty and her love of perfumes. When she arrived in Chimera, she was immediately struck by the foul smell of the kingdom.
"How can you live in this filth?" she asked Quimaera. "The smell is unbearable."
Quimaera was offended. "I am the king," he said. "I can smell whatever I want."
"But this is not just about you," Bastet said. "The smell of your kingdom is making your people sick. They are tired of living in a place that smells so bad."
Quimaera was finally persuaded by Bastet's arguments. He agreed to let her use her magical powers to change the smell of the kingdom.
Bastet went to work, and soon the entire kingdom was filled with the sweet smell of roses. The people were overjoyed, and they began to sing and dance in the streets.
Quimaera was also pleased with the new smell, but he was still not satisfied. He wanted to know how Bastet had made the kingdom smell so good.
"It is my secret," Bastet said. "But I will tell you this: the smell of roses is the most powerful perfume in the world. It can make anyone fall in love."
Quimaera was intrigued. He asked Bastet to teach him how to make the kingdom smell so good. Bastet agreed, and soon Quimaera was able to create his own magical perfumes.
The people of Chimera were so happy with the new smell of the kingdom that they began to call Quimaera "The Perfumed King." Quimaera was finally happy with the way his kingdom smelled, and he was even happier with the fact that he had fallen in love with Bastet.
The two of them ruled Chimera together for many years, and they were known for their love of perfumes and their kindness to the people. The kingdom of Chimera was a happy and prosperous place, and it all started with the smell of roses.
However, after thousands of years, Bastet had to return to the faraway land, for she was immortal and the faraway land would periodically need her for her unresolved issues, Bastet needed to leave for a while, and there's nothing that the king could do, but only his infamous beard, famous in all the lands and coveted by many women, mortal and immortal, could leave a mark, a mark of a good memory, at least in a way that would remember her to visit every once in a while, for the faraway land was an acquired perception, nothing more.
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Yet here we are, thinking that is all given, taking for granted, when we can make more about life, we can be our old selves, or the future ones, or the parallel universe ones, we can be us, the reason to be, to exist, so I propose a solution hereby:
Why dont you stop thinking what was, and what will be? Instead, think what it is, right now, don't become future, don't become past, become present, become a maniac, that maniac that is hidden inside of you, that guide that came from above, but that you never listened to. DANCE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER DANCED BEFORE, become a maniac.
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