Yo! choose.

We all got legs. Some run and others kneel. We all got hands. Some use them to create; others, to steal. There are hopes. Most die, some live. There is faith. Some sow, others reap. There are people. Most are slaves, others dream.

Slave.

We graduate, find a job and work for someone who is chasing their dreams. Why the hell are we dreaming of a job? Why can’t we a life instead? Don’t lecture me about young entrepreneurs and how they employ people and pay taxes but tell me this, why are the roads ALWAYS so terrible? Everything…

Routine.

Mario always fascinated me. As you play through the stages one after another, you’ll notice a repetition; certain stages reappear with little changes and a few new characters that hurl their shit at us. Then there’s a fire breathing demon spitting fireballs out of its mouth, one hit and we’re toast. You beat your ass…

Your thoughts.

You are what you think you are, you’re not what you think you are and what you don’t think you are is also you. You are everywhere, there’s nowhere without you because wherever you go, you take yourself with you. Are you free? No. Are you bound? No. You’re freely bound and restrictively free. The…