Post-Systemism | Post-Post-Euclideanism -A morphogenesis into Nomad Forms- When we unlock the keys to jumping into parallel multiverses. When we can control our dreams, lucid dreams, and adapt them to our egoistic satisfactions, what if we divulge and metamorphose into Nomad Forms.
Alas it was a success, yet the pain persists for some time.
One Nomad Forms author had undergone a tiny winy surgery, and thank God, it went smoothly with only local anesthesia.
May you recover from the surgery, cause I can never find a life's partner but you.
Baby Jade, get well soon!
Again and again one cute Chihuahua
,Gucci, posses for Nomad Forms' Camera.
And they wonder of how Could a living creature acquire Such smartness and cuteness to the extent of attaining authority to sleep on the master bed.
Nomad forms are not being indulged in the process of ameliorating Gucci in words; rather, they want to help you formulate a Cutiliscious Gucci throughout the camera's lenses.
Behold puky, my fiancée's maltese bichon.
Puky is unique in that whenever I visit their house, he pees at the door threshold, most probably welcoming me.
That said, I have been searching since about the raisons d'etres of dogs welcoming their most beloved by pissing at the entrance door. Therefore, if any of you, nomadic readers, know why, please do inform me. All my shoes are turning yellow and I can't stop visiting them.
This is puky in the pictures.
It has been two days since the closure of one landmarked night club. Two days ago ignorance and atrocity transfigured in the characters of one ill mannered living species. And the reason was, ''we citizens of this striated state are manly and strong, homosexuality for us is an everlasting evil, and therefore it shall be eradicated''.
Indeed, those were the living species' rephrased words, or were they of a new blasphemous christ want_to_be. The irony is that the night club's closure came at the time whereby french lawmakers approved same sex marriage.
For once Nomad Forms thought they live in such a smooth state of the liberals and the free, the machinic state of free speech and of respect, the respect of human right that once crowned our state as its first advocate.
What a pity that we still have such living species in such a striated state.
Nomad Forms pity this species of bribery and treason, who pretends to be a creation of God. He who beholds all signs of corruption.
To such unfree man (species of the post above) Nietzche says:
He stands and harks: what does he hear?
What sound is ringing in his ear?
What struck him down? What mortal fear?
Who once wore chains, will always think
That he is followed by their clink.
To you unfree species, nomad forms say,
your feet smell dread
that you ought hide them from those around.
But eventually the smell will spread
and all higher forms will pursue you in abound.
