What's next?

Destruction there, here, everywhere, out there ... Desolation, despair, fog, lack of sunlight, storm threat lunar sea of ​​silence, solitude ... We're sinking! ...

What is our art? Where the hell is our true contribution?

What stark honesty, what force refreshing, what a way to get to the point in worldly affairs!

Where is the modesty? Good for modesty! Modesty is a hypocritical humility, through which, in a world of jealous and selfish, is seeking apologies for excellence and merit, when they have none. Bah! there is no doubt that modesty is today a great advantage for thieves and scoundrels abound everywhere: Death to false humility and materialism that accompanies the death of the eye that sees both black hand palpating the money that comes from them, understanding that says die know!

Can we wake up from this nightmare?

Pure matter, imagine matter, we matter, we perceive matter, eat stuff, defecate ... Raw material materialism, ignorant illusion that is original, that is the most important in our lives miserable.

The folly denies vital force and everything is explained by biochemical and mechanical forces of matter And ourselves? What about the ultimate nature of our spirits? We know our inner bark only, and will never achieve anything, only visions, words and names. Our interior, exterior and reflect the filth: Matter is the enemy of the good, of the truly authentic, not worth our effort, our sacrifice, our fights, our struggles. Deserves nothing ...

The art leads us to forget the individual and of material interest, leads the mind to the contemplation of the truly real, discover the particular and the universal containing special: not about loyalties, but expressions that point to the universal and eternal that move the senses and imagination by flashing synthetic suggestions outpacing the transient beauty to penetrate eternity ...

After so much destruction, so much evil, so much betrayal, so stupid, what next?

We've been through all, did take more? I remember now that defeated Huichilopoztli huge Quetzalcoatl with alcoholic beverages. That was the real downfall of our race. Even were the brutal and barbaric Spanish conquistadors and missionaries evangelizing manipulators and cheaters ... We had already failed brutalizing our highest deity: He undressed and naked publicly, fornicated with his own sister, was so ridiculous that chose their and thus abandon evil triumphed over good in our race: Human sacrifices that have transcended all time and now are held in our alienated mercilessly interior ...

The material world, artificial, make no mistake, was changed dramatically with the advent of drugs: He used everything and debauchery became the divine law of universal life: The music changed, changed art, politics changed, the economy changed, changed sex, feelings and love were modified so that to date, nothing is worth being lived: To love and be loved in return, is non-existent ...

Of all the excesses, are only some million survivors worldwide, the others are just dark ghosts missed their decisions and not even have the courage to continue. Our world is artificial crap, one vomited: Promises, illusions, fantasies, appearances, fiction, farsantería. Nobody wants to accept the painful reality, they discovered that no, it's all about dreams, nightmares and bad plays bitter legacy for generation and degeneration of other systemic absurdities also full of established and programmed plane arrived at this deception, the Like them, without knowing why and to where: The vicious circle that lacks any renewal! ...

In that world, and in this, is that at such talk and promises, nothing should contain one message: Art would be a simple can of beans taken out of context. Screams, loud drumming and sounds accompanied by dead letters, make up the music. Literature pun that should provoke feelings and emotions ephemeral and fleeting, if not boredom and disenchantment: lost generations that blurred the world: No money for both psychiatric scope of regeneration, rescue, saying: "From claim with chances of relapse "...

Now, we are worse than before: we are divided, split, exhausted, suffocated, as undead: Oh! the dead bury their dead ... What served free will?,? "What good is the life that I have given them"? : Signature God ... what's next? ...