oksengel
oksengel
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Ilusoria y efímera.
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oksengel · 3 years ago
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Tan grandotes y siguiendo con esa maña de inferiorizarnos. Que podemos hacer lo mismo que ustedes, sí. Que lo podemos hacer mejor, ahuevo.
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Tentación para empacar todo y desaparecer no me falta.
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Yves Klein, Untitled Anthropometry,  1962
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Deep underground where no light dared to come, beneath my pyramid, I stood in Hell, a mortal man, between Belial and Satan, and still before my audience entranced with stark, cold fear; I cured or struck with sickness, death, or made insane my foes.
Black Widow, “In Ancient Days”
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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I etch a pattern of geometric shapes onto a stone. To the uninitiated, the shapes look mysterious and complex, but I know that when arranged correctly they will give the stone a special power, enabling it to respond to incantations in a language no human being has ever spoken. I will ask the stone questions in this language, and it will answer by showing me a vision: a world created by my spell, a world imagined within the pattern on the stone.
W. Daniel Hillis, The Pattern on the Stone: The Simple Ideas That Make Computers Work
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Siento tanta lástima por mí. Es como si pudiera verme desde la esquina del cuarto y percibir que me siento tan miserable. ¿Cuándo llegará el día que tanto espero? Primero se me va a ir la vida.
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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¿De dónde provienen las analogías?
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Soñé con la razón inicial.
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Se me va tanto la onda que sacudo mi cama y hasta estornudo del polvo😔
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Si busco sugar daddy es para tener tatuajes gratis, nta🦦😂
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land 
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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“I was terribly afraid of somehow being seen, met, recognized.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground  (via bleed-you)
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Enefekto
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Damn right.
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oksengel · 4 years ago
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Ya va creciendo mi bebé
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