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NOTA DEL AUTOR:

During the kamma cycle of a different lifetime the day of light was never to shine upon this entire work. With full vanity and editorial authority, today, I consider this contribution in its crude and original form. What came about in rhyme and philosophy was a piece of writing conceived in my frivolous youth and incubated for two and half years over many lectures at university. It began as an idea regarding orgies, homosexuality, being spare kin but most of all fertilized from pure and true arrogance. In accordance with disciplined pedagogy, wisdom and esotericism sans eroticism, the desire to be absolutely free from responsibility and shamefully from God; I delivered. And boy, was I wrong! The first year in which I attempted to produce this piece I shocked no one and absolutely failed. Though my miseducation and half coherent babbles were called sexy, it was a failure nonetheless. It took two and half years and the wisdom of men greater than I to muse what I have become so proud of. And I am not ashamed to admit it, my pride for it, nor fear its deconstruction and criticism. For the alleviation of those sore eyes which in that time gazed upon its glory–pieces were missing. Published out of chronology yet numbered, given over in an arbitrary timeline it was on purpose. So I heard its soft criticism while one reductive in my signature dirty Converse aesthetic dared to call me 90’s trash! And some yet still thought that my anonymity was not great or full enough in the sphere where they found it published. It comes back to fruition now in its crude and original form.  I did not wish to have it edited by second eyes and I do not care much about its technical deficiencies. Leave all the ugly holes and never fill them. As it was then, I filled in only the missing parts of its completed state, not to pose, not to gloat. It seemed to me that in that lifetime  wisdom was partial only to those who sought it. And though I still feel the same today, well, just give it to them! As for its legacy and longevity I wish it permanence as I am only and often impermanent. I do not wish upon the dreary webs of social conformity and commodity any success that is not earned nor due. I live for the applause. Dear looker-upon, if I may be relieved from my soap box, you may also have clearly deduced I hold Stefani ever dear, but I borrow to illustrate my desire for artistic integrity. Which brings me back full circle to this. In my most vain, egotistical, satirical, self-deprecating, self-indulgent, arrogant form, I hope to leave forever: Manifestá.

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introduccion:

The following discourse in Morality and Ethics, will be challenged by far for the medium, and pardon the pun, but the way it was manifested. I implore you to see deeper than the simple and annoying, regarding what you might find cumbersome or frivolous. Where the most tedious and obvious rip off of language might depict a prose relic instead intended as a nod to contemporary pop and the females who dominate it. Its corny and cheap manifestation you might find in an autobiography rendition by female pop to note mother gender and find that what is extracted from female indie is a simplistic technicality that has also worked for her. Thus challenge the reader at corny as the reference too obvious might riddle somewho find it passive. Myriadness of form and syntax, while might seem unpolished and flighty, might be reconsidered in a frame of surrealism. Where every sentence must have some reference similar to its contemporaries but individual in itself like her surrealism of self telling imagery. But the likes of women are far more rooted than one can note at first glance. Its obviously hidden ethical Godfather is strategically placed for baby Philosophers and was intended to be the only male but the manifesto also seems to borrow aesthetically from German machismo and French huevos. And that was just to name a few. The intention is to take and point in a direction, to take note, to take none, to take some, to take all. Till the end like a work of art on canvas, all that is visible is the work, not the reference, will the object observer enjoy?

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abstracto:

It feels like needlessness or doing good without assistance or guidance from no man. Needing is like soft sheets, no good for cold nights. Faces swirl in them and are parts that only penetrate each other, hot and without regard. Only strikes in the dark and little fulfillment. Put down wanting to feel wanted and embrace the responsibility of needing and not belonging. What comes then is the most extraordinary sense of independence. An unbridled free of almost a child and without stake nor kin. Be free.

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Manifestá:

CSULA; Fall 2022

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Mandaté solo y sabe lo que es ser causa prima.

Henceforth fork, betwixt known opinion and matters of fact, to slay and reproduce. And find thee arrogance pounce’ and subdued that Faith might be blessed enough for then should in matters of true desire thou Faith decide. The heart thus renews, again, desires persist and what is uncertain continues and desires are never satisfied and need is boundless with suffering to spare. Torment should not pair in lust and fuel slowly the flame. But singlehood will always persist, at all cost or at none and what matters is the drive and pull. The pull moves the will and builds paramount. The continued flex of politicization, and recognition advance frequently, vary and matter the least. They flex, let’em stretch, boast, persist. And expect the flex and the common to manifest and in disposition one’s true desires might exist. Sweet capitalistic toppings thou’ve seasoned the thrills and competition quickly ensues. Tuck neatly the rage, comb nightly the mane. Baby arrogance bastardized into being sane, let us have Faith in grace. What is imperative in these moments of action is how to fuel the pull, anyway. The only thing that can fuel action in this sense is in flex of effort and muscle, plus in penance pay. For there are none who truly will unwhole-heartedly thus variance closely post play, and forgives no one who skips grace. As such arrogance is born, or, by sculpted copulation, groomed to pedigree, in a put place; it’s desire to what degree, and who is to pay? The fear tug that could be true of anyone, a bare chest embrace. The tame of a desire, distinctly unfamiliar, unlikely nor plain. The calm of the rush and the expression of intelligence. To a degree little and pointed. To a matter flattered and attentive. Patience delivered and fear of its loss, what that would mean and patience extinguished. Worth less in worry than anything else, still its persistence through lecture and venture. Let hierarchy come back with a vengeance, burn it down and let it have it again. Renounce ties, trigger the equilibrium, raise it to agitate. Remember its operation white lie. Compliment its smile, look directly at its lips. Notice note play. Play back, not for the short pay. Do in pay back, which does thou feel? Enjoy the sting and make it hurt. Scream in disgrace, blow up the ears. Ravenous repeat, thou shall tremble without fear. Rise to the occasion and deliver fear. Plant down power, any type takeover. Lick shots in the air, recall easy ways to disappear. Benefit revenge, cost outcomes. Pose to do harm, put up the other cheek. Get the paddle, and mind thy Daddy’s saddle. Test an exhausted forgiveness, forget the breaks, or hit the break. Employ trauma, the ultimate killer. There is no machine room rule, and it's all to take. Patience delivered. Moments disappear like they appear with no words and many gazes. Soften the grace, enjoy the pace, strut face. Ask to renew and codify. But instructions, oughtn’t be scared to try, when emotions feel awful, for then one might realize the answer to needing. And thou’ll know it, if thou have been a sucker or a fool. It will burn in the inside and it fuels; prudence to the thin line. It’ll be a sensation, by impression and then idea; a cubism of energies fusing against a fleshy idea. It will be unmistakable, hard to deny, it’ll be inside. Just as well heed the turning sands, the arms march on, and are fickle as they flee. Favor its pace, slide rug burn, move on toe pointed towards the floor, prudence to elders and don’t forget to show up early just take thy time.

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I La identidad a de tener en postura.

Redundancy of identity is subject to enslaved bodies. Invent identity by recycling impressions like particles in physics. Lose forever what might have been ascribed to identity, may the myriam of its facet grace, let it have designer and pace. Homage, illustration endorsement of form. Thou’ll martyr, or cry, find it in patient’s eyes. Surrender to the crippling machine and mold into its comfortability. Smooth the edges and smudge in-betwixt exes. Breath in deep and indeed, pull it in, down to the solar plexus. Mind the direction it crystalizes, its haziness and malpractice. Tend to its ensemble, prescribe its function. Renew its redacted and its reductive, fashion its relevance, invent its purpose. Lick thine overzealous sense of humor, his arrogance who might indulge in a laissez faire disposition. Pause, position e plier. In this regard it’s about grace. Remember thee pounce and what’s to renounce, sample the gamble and beard smudges trimmed. Peak thy vanity, arrogance and spice, perhaps prudence peak. Or there he is, round, around corner gazing at thou like that. Showing the sway, activating the sense, saying it in the eyes. Surrender the facials and seep into the pose. Purse the lips and focus on the vibe, the 9 to 5 bribe. Polish the idea, fix its essence. Move it closer to a bottle of violent ideas, enjoy and let it go its company. Steady the hip, ready the buck. Offer coincidence to karma and lest attempt to spin the wheel. If thou still could not resist tie hands behind the back, try to hold the wheel. Glory in abstinence makes rage with sting and singe. Burn on the wrist or on a sip of the tongue then seal it with one twist. Tenure to thy penance, muses are fleeing, soak the pedigree and suck the opulence.

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II Algo de arrogancia en relación a ambición.

In lieu of ambition one should possess unflinching arrogance, lest rage ensue. Acquittance to its movement should prompt haste, forgiveness and humor; for there is nothing more prompt to meet ambition. Arrogance is its own motion. The movements of it seem right, burning steps and belly fires in single sets. But feed starve desire, ravage it with need and make it feel what it wants. Look through its prisms of simplicity, narrow thou gaze or worn ware arrogance by male haze. The alchemization of characters are select and provoke a will to thrive, to be right, to want to do, cold and unsure. That is its fate, degree and direction. Yet still its humor will be hard to grace behind frustration, uneasiness and too much haste. It should wear designer and or make the mark. As to note and not confuse then offer a kin. Guidance or compassion will complement any attempt to unforeseen misfortune, patients eternally tested until the arrogance is groomed or asunder. When one’s pressed desire finds itself at another’s ambition; in no circumstance but the former should one implore a groomed arrogance in retaliation. But arrogance should be prudent to the tendency of foolhardy and impulse. And should suffer at penance, as the need for society is certain. Form a groomed disposition and wit placed neatly behind or seep in proverb, language, or pedigree. Let the belly fire rise and soothe thy soul quickly. Think of benefit and answer in cost, opposition permanence, take the humor in error, study the failure, deepen faux enjoy the pas, nah. Wear its weight and wear it right. It’ll cost to bare, and thou’ll fear break and have a lover’s question as fickle faith. Recall it swerves some sway that speaks in some type of way. Raise the silence or stimulate the muscle machine. Provoke its use, invent its purpose, place function over too much zealous. Take grace in divine intervention play. Firstly, old man’s groom over partner's groom, unless sent by Faith, only paired pure bloom. But baby youth bears desires of grandeur. It’s a type twin to arrogant, and presses on persist. It’s a call to glamour, to provocateur, to be one. Be small in this way and find joy in simple sugar. To head otherwise let it be in youth and let it be quick. Smiles wrinkle the face, it feels nothing of lace. Let thine victorious be small but full in this way, quests have proclivity to fever foolhardy fool. They may be long and steal steer. Arrogant emotions have led onto paved intentions to hell; find limbo in purgatory and muscle the re-set.

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III La conciencia es cambio.

Arrogance pales in comparison to its worst apathy. It’s cold and sure, and unwaveringly put. Its cold does not heed any fool and its skepticism by default. Questioning naturally and nurturing dense. Its stubborn contradiction persists with soft malice and plenty faces. Looks bigger in one eye and has obvious growing phases. Faces lies and tries to cover all bases. Regardless, thou will face a faith as the bearer of another’s Apathy. While arrogance slays its own and is obvious for no reason, immune to itself, it fails to embrace. Take thine time and heed the pace, exercise the entendre. Patient virtue plays. Change is hidden in possibility. Ricochet diametrically in the other direction, feat pedigree and faith in opposition. Using better senses, regardless, abstract or inert, they’ll motivate changes. Operation facilitates change but is skill less. Better for operating change is the only function of the senses. The mark of alertness, the acute of awareness. Worry out concern into awareness. Processing the hue, enjoying the exchanges, exhaling carbon table, periodically. Eroding senses triggering less of change, less awareness, less seasons, enjoying the fleeing hands. Muscle the room, input character, invent the output. The memory should be familiar, ignite the machines on the peripheral, redundant in notion. Enjoy finesse of those edges. Prudent response to need, now not out of worry or concern. Not too long on a sleeve, not too long in disposition. Curl the toes, thou gots deep pussy. Constant concept conflation, disturb with meditation. Dyslexia pun, season the conversation, remember the way it started.

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IV Preocupése por su persona.

Notwithstanding the preeminent obligation of piety- if so; nonetheless to God. Bare the dark and do it without blue, dare not heed the conflict or morality that plagues the feels of rage; manage to cease becoming a senseless beast. Beyond the latter of anger, next, grateful grace. Raw mannered and poor unfortunate fool; be consistent in prayer. Mind the tips from work hips. Wear the sorrow, circle the loop and finish morrow. Wear the morrow, circle the loop, finish the sorrow. Fall on the knees and renounce tradition. Question the decision, free will and its non-existence. Trace it back to Eve and ask about Miriam. What are the ways and where are the entries? Submit demands with anger, enough to expect an answer. Weary of the stubborn idea, the answer will crack-head, impression or idea. Instead have a subtle and docile virtue, it’s in the rock, for I in masculine muscle. Age in the direction of grace. Prayer without altruism nor incantation. Pose palm facing up, cross Ts and blessings, make better ideas. Symbolizing down to one daughter, perfect immortality personified. Don’t be sorry and heed thy desire. Except, thou mother is a saint. Is every Judas accounted for, stop Tadeo? He’ll give thine a room; a put place. Competition quickly ensues, can one be blessed to take heat in phenomenal race? Don’t over number the cruelties of life. Swerve sugar lips, snip zip tie, what is freely given should not be expected, Queen’s inspiration. Burn the weed, calibrate the high, for weary of the Valley. Thy tired grateful, work or wear’em out. Show-up at dusk or dawn, either, rooster crowing on the homely blanket. Don’t bear so many fuses, just excuse a little mess and bore more excuses.

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Dylan; Fall 2024

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Sean; Fall 2024

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Howard; Fall 2024

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Hazme qué me gusté pero no me olvides.

Hear, to misunderstand without somber. Predestined prejudice and salvation. Hear, all the ways you made me remember. Back again to me, put place and station. Forsake my truest winding and whinings. Before sad cities with famous bridges. In haunted cities with famous buildings. Saved by angeles, out golden cages. My tailored error, void and no patience. To a rageless path, instead of error. Independence, free from form, main street voice. Warm whiskey down, forget burning terror. In all feasts, love feats, be my Beloved. Ever member, where we left off before.

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Intermedio: 1

Myself, give to me, over and over. So you have deepened my understanding. The ghost of my decision now over. Fade reaction and life everlasting.

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I, crossed arm lover. The world can not change its pace.  But can pace my change.

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Oda en doce rimas.

Of days when I got here in November To the days circled back to September Not to make darker blue. Not to imitate a darker hue. And feasts of December. Always, I want to remember. Sensation and miseducation. Philosophies and mediations. You made me remember. Always, I want to remember.  Don’t remember who you were. And forget who you will be. Of all the ways I could flee. Stay lover with spare spree.