#ficticious

[pensamientosrarosblog]

Hay música con letras ficticias que nos traen a la realidad.

[dhampir88]

Blue lights! #bluelights #fictional #ficticious #lanegrita #meridayucatan #bathroompicture #shootoniphone

[mimetec]

More #highschoolart #reliefsculpture and #packagingdesign for a #ficticious #lingeriecompany

[ashleylorinism]

We forget too often that our lives are just fictions, that this human life of ours – abstracted from the land, abstract in itself – is not grounded in reality, but in drama, illusion. Our lives are no different from dreams, a scattered blur from one meal to the next, from one conversation to the next, one megaplex, one strip mall, one coffee cup, one beer, one fix – a ceaseless drifting from sensation to sensation, a constant sating of the base desires. We are raised in this “reality” so its contours are invisible to us. We see each moment but fail to see the unifying thread – the alienation of humanity from nature, the ills of domestication, the dependence of humans upon technological death machines to survive and a growing inability of these generations of young humans now in possession of the planet to connect to it in any living way. We have lost our ability to experience the grander trends as revealed through the almighty Moment. We cling to our petty satisfactions as a paddler fallen from a canoe clings to the rocks. We do not dare to imagine a life without pizza, ice cream, microwaves, transportation, convenience, comfort, ease. The 21st century has been too kind to us so far. It holds new horizons for us as an übersoul and as anüberspecies, but it remains pregnant with disaster. There must be wars, Great Wars, which span all frontiers, in which all are embroiled in conflict: the inner war spilling out into our long-abandoned commons, opening up doorways between men and women to converse freely, tearing down walls between minds and bodies, flesh and the soul. Bottles will be uncorked and men in pajamas will run terrified and buoyant through the streets. If there is not madness, there will be blood, midnight rivers of blood rushing mad like the Mississippi through the markets of the world, stampeding through those who stand still, toppling those who once towered above the meek and lowly, lifting the strong and light, buoying them up on its terrible tide …

Hudson Spivey for Adbusters

[thisactuallyisbrandon]

Spotify, what are you doing?

[talkativega]

Sergéi Klonashiev´s talkative photos. Famous writers in San Fernando de Henares: a ficticious suggestion

23rd of April 2013

IES Vega del Jarama

[tfmart]

Antihero

It was a relief. They finally stopped violence, they started to applaud, while the smoke ,that used to disturb me, was surrounding me. We had just become great friends. It was irresistible.

After so impositions, so many cruel acts,  they finally managed to put that wad in my mouth. When the fire ascended, everything changed. They started to respect me. I was only 14 years old, but I already felt like a man. I couldn't stop. I had to make some sacrifices to go on. I never wanted to smoke. They did. But suddenly the light came. It was fascinating.

I lost some friends. Lost some possibilities. I lost my life perspective. But I have never lost my box if cigarettes. Slowly, all the nightmares that started to show on my boxes was becoming real. But I continued anyway, until the day I made a visit to the man in a white coat. It was worrying. 

Lung cancer. My big companion left some pests inside me. I sat down, I thought, I stopped. But still I didn't had any improvements. There's nothing I could do but wait. One day, right after that my wife left, I started to miss something... I needed it immediately! But I laid down. 

I woke up on a bed, but it wasn't at my house. I was a bit dizzy. I started to look around, searching for my wife, but all I found on that shaking room was a bunch of makes guys. I thought it was a dream. I closed my eyes. It was strange. 

I awoke again. And then I saw what was happened. I had nothing left. I had nobody left. Only these goddamn noisy machines that were around me, beating on slower pace each time. I'm sorry honey. Now I understand what you were trying to say. Now I can see it. It is the end.