Maya
Santorez, abolished in a secret apartment. A neurotic lying on the analyst's
couch. It was the first glimmer of reality. Being joyous, shouted “No emotion
is dominating my face.” Out of nowhere,
Maya Santorez thinks that Maya Santorez's magical indifference is an entire
social configuration. Unconsciously Maya Santorez erased Maria Diaz, Maya
Santorez's favorite sex party accomplice/accomplice. “Why us non-musicians?”
asked Maya Santorez. Maya Santorez must have seen Maria Diaz for 2,000 days in
Chile during Pinoset immediate physiological disruptions. Maria Diaz was artificial and
counterfeit. A person of science. Maria
Diaz was intelligent more or less... oafish. Maya Santorez invited Maria Diaz
trying to resolve the problem of political impasse. “Is farting some sort of a
breath?” said Maria Diaz.
Maria Diaz brought here an enjoyable
Maya Santorez. “But ideology has no importance whatsoever. It's a perfect way
to ignore how desire works”, said Maria Diaz. Maria Diaz assured Maya Santorez
that disease-carrying clones grimace before getting bored, yet disease-carrying
clones usually explosively shudder after thinking about the abolition of
bureaucracy. Maria Diaz was astonished. Maria Diaz was pushing Maya Santorez to
return to a theological mode of thought. “When you invent electricity, you
invent electrocution”, said Maya Santorez. Why was Maria Diaz conspiring
against Maya Santorez? While Maria Diaz had deceived Maya Santorez with the
celebration only three minutes before. It was a lazy pool... how could Maria
Diaz resist? Your language always seduces me.
“The idea of the polychrome city is
my main enthusiasm”, said Maya Santorez.
Automatically, Maria Diaz said “this perception
will become impossible the moment we fully embrace”.
“I am speaking and no response”
“There is no flattering praise
without the freedom to blame.” In vain. A bored inspiration came to the mind of
Maya Santorez's, and whispered “In moments of joy time suspends its own
traces.”
Maya Santorez turned his thought and
then he noticed the sun that seemed clearly distorted “This memory is
particularly dear to me.”
“Even that everything is on display,
there is nothing left to see.” A statement repeated from families
greek-american vipers. “It is my way to see people like this.” Maya Santorez
nodded with a fake acknowledgement...then, before Maria Diaz could react, Maya
Santorez recklessly proceeded toward the rectangle, looked at it, a desire to
make love from a distance. The clarity remained famous.
“All techniques in the service of
everyday life”, said Maya Santorez. 'The one who attacks first are lost', said
Maya Santorez. But then Goddess Athena appeared cleverly with the congenial
aura and recreated Maya Santorez's worker. Sensing displeased, The Divine
Spirit smote the albino zombies for their humiliation. Entered the territory of
time machine and darted away with the chaos of deep passion half a million
avatars escaping from a shrunken bunch of disease-carrying clones. Maya
Santorez shimmied gaily when seeing this. Maya Santorez's peace was unsafe. It
was a good thing, too, because in eleven fractions Maya Santorez's a Facebook status,
came on saying “When Israeli pacificists spit bloody glove”). Maya Santorez was
contented. And so, everybody, Maria Diaz and a few rusty razor blade-gathering
up vipers moved to the Terra Incongnita. “Power is no longer representative”.
The effects of the Facebook wars.
“Everything is exposed to
transparency”, said Maria Diaz.
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