Gummies
Gummies
Gummies
My Heads
Fantasy&Seclusion
Fantasy&Seclusion
Fantasy&Seclusion
Fantasy&Seclusion
Anatomy of the Humanoid
Anatomy of the Humanoid
Sin Serie A
Sin Serie B
My Heads
Sin Serie B
First Born
First Born
First Born
My Heads
My Heads
En Transición
Inside Out
Envidia
Bienvenidos al Vacío
Oraculo
Collection of Truths
Evangelion
Politicas de la Amistad
Politicas de la Amistad
Sin Serie B
Sin Serie A
The Idiots
The Idiots
The Idiots
Así Caí al Mundo
Inside Out
Inside Out
Manotazo de Ahogado
Escape From Freedom
Escape From Freedom
Escape From Freedom
Getting Through
Getting Through
Tomas y Zafaduras
Desolation
Fix
Sin Serie B
Sin Serie A
Mother
Sin Serie B
Mother
I know your efforts to achieve everlasting change have been futile.
You should accept that as a fact and move on to the next question: why is your mind toying with the possibility that I might be only trying to confuse you?
If your will is to let go of paralyzing doubt, and decide to enter on your own accord, there is only one condition that lies as a locked door -the size of your existence- in front of you.
This condition will require that you embrace the unexpected as a long lost sibling, consequently surprising the infinitely mutating personas that you are trying to decode, with only your squinting eyes as tools.
Attention is a must.
Truth is an elusive liquid, so try to hold it as long as possible:
Every time you felt that nobody was watching, that nothing was expected, that meaning was a farce, every single time you were dangerously wrong. All this has been crafted for you, the center of a multidimensional macrocosm of creation.
Cowards are left behind, options are minimal and definitive: