The Nervous System

Buh, thanks for the nice posts, keep it up.

So yesterday after work I went to the bar at the corner and ate some food and ended up engaging with two guatemalans over beer, one from my moms department, the other from Panajachel. They'd come up for work in the restaurant industry. They told me they live with a ton of guatemalans, probably all Mayan in White Plains and that area. It was strange because there's something so different about Guatemalans here. I'd venture to say that they're subjectivity is under extreme pressures, to the point that they're alienated from themselves. Not only that, but the bare minimum state support that they'd learned to expect at home post peace accords, is inverted into an omnipresent threat by omnipotent networks of intelligence and force. Here there's none of that stuff for us is what Tomas told me. All there is is beer, hot waitresses and lots of work. Nevertheless, this giant reaper of an economy needs them to keep running, and does with them and their lives and their families and their countries, what it wills. Maybe there are no rights or law here for them, but what there is here for migrant workers is the growing trend of using the terms "terrorist" and "illegal" interchangeably. The confusion of terms speaks to no logical or even political connection between the two. The only connection is that of the demands of the nervous system. When they're needed, they come on their own, when they're not, they're arrested, locked up or deported... When they pose a threat, persecuted, blown up, interrogated or assassinated, here or there. I've come to realize that capital is global, wall street is symbolic, used for desperate protestors, there's no center, the center of capital is your computer screen, where your stocks dance up and down and the news keeps you paranoid. The prospects of ejection hit Rafael here over a Corona, as hard as losing a job hits Josefa at my Dad's Casa del Mundo "economia my mala" meeting in Guatemala.

triiippy as fuck

theres people, theres people in the world...

people in the world whom you meet, and people who you dont...

people who you dont ever see...anywhere, facinating people...

facinating people ...what do i mean with facinating? think about it...

facinating... ... ...

what is facinating?

this...i think, this right here, this very moment, this very moment is facinating...

take a break, take a chill, take a chill :)...do me a favour please...

can you stop reading, and click this link http://www.thesixtyone.com/#/s/akVlIemhlRa/
now re-read...from the top

who do i mean by you? do you know?

no you don't...IM TALKING TO YOU WHO CANT READ THIS!!!

to you who has created this...you mother earth you mother of mine...

im talking to you...

there are people such beautiful people...adorable creatures,adorable beings...

is this love? that im feeling? its a deep deep pain, together with such a beautiful tingle...

its such movement, such life...such a passient passient anccious feeling...

amigos!! my friends!!! meine freunde!!! Can YOU here me?

you too are people, such amazing amazing people...keep strong, hold!

the river is stronger then ever, and the weight, that such heavy weight walking over us...

bridges get tiered too you know...and in this bridge, we all stand, some stand before it,

some behind it looking back at those who want to cross...the water is nearly reaching the top...

it comes with such streangth! and then there are those who stand in the water, the conqrete walls some are the passage over...and i am standing ontop making my way accross...

thats my view on life...but i too am a part of the bridge, when i am on it i am the bridge as much as anything else, for we all are one...that part might be hard to understand, i dont know how to put it in words what i mean...but just as this website, my laptop, and my hands are one...everything that makes up the bridge and the one crossing and the river are all one...

thats what its about, being a bridge BEING A BRIDGE...and not a reason...and in my opinion nieztsche over estemates us, i dont think one person alone can be the bridge or a bridge, we are a social creature, the bridge must be built as a society...

love...right? im feeling bridge right...its a loose tingly feeling, all over the body, relieved, satisfied...i can move on with my life now, my own body is massaging me...this is a feeling beyond love...im feeling good :) i hope you are as well...

BYE PEOPLE...

bye my bridges, bye...

bye...

world! world of the future!

where do you roam?

have you lost your sence of insanity?
he stood ontop of the mountain watching the sunset,

it went to shine somewhere else, in the underworld

where there is darkness...

and so the bridge is built, between the two sides

ying and yang the concept of the regular good and evil...

look beyond my world!!

the future, for the who believes in time and finds the concept necessary

let there be time, but he must know that will be his death...

The immortal is he who goes beyond the invented concept of time to messure distances bla bla bla.

the immortal is not alive, he is beyond alive, the immortal does not die, he is beyond death...

world, what is your future? or have you gone beyond?

can you die or be destroyed? humanity can you?