Thought Contagion

In this very moment, this one who speaks to y’all finds himself troubled by some minutes of good “church songs” heard moments ago, that where responsible for some tsunamis on his head…

“Study the scriptures makes me better”
“When knocking at a door and nobody attends you, look to all sides, be effective when testifying”
“Golden fields in front of me, ready to harvest I tell, this is better than I have ever imagined, all in front of my eyes”

It’s incredible and very interesting how this kind of small talk turns day into night and always brings some melancholy to any place… It’s incredible the fact that believing in some life after death, some kind of paradise makes you numb in this world, ready to take orders, ready to be fucked by all sides, in all holes by everyone who lay eyes on you.

It’s incredible how people act like sick and let those beliefs take the best of them.

Fear of it, prohibitions on that, I can’t disrespect God, I can’t even be here because I’ll be guilty of some unforgivable sin, oh my, I can’t breathe today, this day we don’t usually breathe ’cause our savior didn’t.

People you love, people you care have been trained as animals to live under these laws, to live under this veil of ignorance that’s so violent and unfair than any of the sins they’re guilty of doing all the time.

Speeches, songs, magazines, treatments… All made to deal with children, to keep people away from knowledge as if it were some shark ready to take half your body away and let you uncapable for the rest of your life, just as the fruit Adam ate some time ago, remember?

You can live, but without knowledge, because if you eat of this fruit, you shall die.

Lets go, lets go live without knowing if the bombs are coming by this or that side, lets live with fear of everything, lets give our hope to something that’ may never come, lets suffer because if this is all true, the ones who should die were left alive and reproducing like rabbits to let mankind evolve till this very shit that is our contemporary times and turn our suffering in this specie of high valuable coin that will buy us eternal life after a lot of additional suffering (and additional money by the way, if that’s the rule of the house).

Believe my friend, deliver your life, you are supposed to know what’s better for you…

Believe in a book composed by 66 books written by lots of men that have never shared a dinner and still agreed in everything… At least each half of them or so and reunited by some emperor with clear goals of creating an organization to keep the poor ones domesticated.

Remember masses were in Latin, remember how your ancestors were fought to death when they tried to read that little book.

Remember the Index and all the great minds executed.

Remember knowledge equals the devil.

Believe that you will live in a world better than this, believe and give the other side of your face to be stepped up and scratched every second of this life, because this is what it will do to you if you act like this.

Don’t fight for what you want, and be sure that if you love something of this world you of course won’t have on the other, because it’s full of sin, full of hate, full of (put some disgusting and threatening word here, do it as you like, so many times as you please, because even this way, it won’t be enough).

See the people you love sick, falling by all sides, happy with this “Made In China” happiness, praying, believing their dead brothers will smile again for them, their dead parents will cuddle their heads again, see their hope and their smile as they believe their grandparents will be here to one more talk filled with love, one more coffee and cake as they used to do every saturday morning.

Observe the expectations of no more wars, no more hunger, no more sadness or suffering.

See your loved ones throwing their life away as they smile, see as they’re being deceived in the best way, make some popcorn, this is beautiful.

And try to don’t be blinded by the rage that will come right after.

If you don’t succeed, it will feed you.

This world ain’t a fair place to be.

It’s disgusting.

And promises should be fulfilled.

I won’t cry again for this, I won’t accept anymore, this weren’t supposed to make sense, this is a desperate outflow.

This is the waterfall running upside down, this is the sun born in the west, this is the moon that shines alone, this is the thunder before the lightning, this is Alaska on fire, this is the blade already bathed in blood, this is the white pencil violating the black page, this is the fulfillment before the promise.

I’m the tear returning to the eye.

No more.

You could read this listening to “Knocking On Heaven’s Door”, by Bob Dylan