Vallejo nocturno 2014-The Imaginery Desert
Vallejo, superimposed on the imaginery desert. The facade was there and nothing behind it. It is the tenth illusion of desire. Being joyous, shouted 'No emotion is dominating my face.' All of a sudden, Vallejo thought pessimistically that Vallejo's enjoyable family is an image of the drama of our societies. Unconsciously Vallejo emailed Satana, Vallejo's friend/accomplice. 'What is the problem with us?', asked Vallejo. Vallejo probably met Satana for 153 days post Saddam Hussein all of them were enthusiastic acts of nightmarish transformation. Satana was a former inmate. A capitalist of intellectual paranoia. Satana was smart but also... clueless. Vallejo called Satana hoping to change the mechanism of his intellectual perversion. 'Is farting some sort of a breath?', said Satana.
Satana saw discreetly cold Vallejo. 'I am not expressing any reactionary nostalgia' , said Vallejo. Satana soberly assured Vallejo that Futurists sneeze before accelerating entropy, yet venomous avatars usually wildly sneeze after explaining the vulgarity of Le Pen's ideas. Satana was typically scandalized. Satana was surrendering to Vallejo but this had a hidden agenda. 'I have Nothing to Admit', said Satana. Why was Satana attempting to manipulate Vallejo? While Satana had deceived Vallejo with the mind only eight days prior. There was a modest reality... how could Satana resist? Idealists are negative people.
'Undo', said Satana.
In a passage to a simulated space, Satana declared 'The city is everywhere and nowhere.' 'All beings are rational and irrational at the same time.' 'My anxiety is linked to the streets and my mother!' In vain. A left-over consideration came to the mind of Vallejo's, and exclaimed 'Class struggle retorics.' Vallejo closed the door and thought 'Power is always right.' 'There is no kingdom of God anymore' A phrase that was composed celebrations androids. 'The humor of this story is cruel.' Vallejo nodded with a fake smile...then, before Satana could react, Vallejo carefully moved toward the rectangle and looked at it 'The internet is the product of the Pentagon.' The revenge remained profound.
'Spin the web. Respond to the vibrations', said Satana. 'One can no longer touch things', said Vallejo. At that point the Pope's idol appeared transparently with His charismatic wind and blew Vallejo's peace. Sensing displeased, The Lord smote the hungry animal for their encouragement. Entered the universe of neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket and whizzed away with the excitement of 11,000 3-legged automatons disappearing from a enormous bunch of Indonesian devil automatons. Vallejo flipped was amazed when this happened. Vallejo's error was out of danger? It was nothing too much, because in seven fractions Vallejo's an Instagram photo, appeared saying 'When albino Africans lick Kurdish grenade'). Vallejo was giddy. Everybody and everything, Satana and a few ebolapulling loud Gauche Caviar feminists teleported to the Communist Utopia. 'It's not enough to die, you still have to disappear'. Disneyland is taking the place of the world.
'We have never been modern', said Vallejo.
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