Oye paisanos! Entonces, if the ‘beauty’ that we behold in vulvic shaped flowers, fiery chicas, and the richness of symmetry in well proportioned luchadors can be understood to exist inside our calabasas, our heads (quietly interpreted by that programmable nougat under our sombreros), then this ‘beauty and ugliness’, and the entrancement it brings is clearly the ultimate form of narcissism. Aye aye aye… self love has never been so seductive!
Hey pendejos, when you revel in beauty, or wallow in seemingly insignificante thankfulness of your sensations, you are experiencing a reflective form of masturbation. Un tipo de self-ego-massage con release. Si, I’m calling you all a bunch of puniteros.
Just because you don’t yet comprehend just ‘where’ this beauty comes from, doesn’t absolve you from the reality of its source… which is ME! Antes you start feeling like cangada, recuerdo que the recognition of this fact doesn’t have to be tragic. No! This is my ring, mi cudrilatero, where both beauty y ugliness are welcome. So, bienvenidos!
The good guy luchador and the bad guy luchador cohabitate in TJ.
It is what is. Es lo que es. Aye, I can hear you now asking, “Where then is the real ‘beauty’?” Don’t insult me! Where’s your gratitude? And why is it so importante that when when you look through your eyes that you refuse to deny beauty and ugliness’s severe illusion? It is because you have a love for me. Es verdad!
Indeed, your cabesa is my creation. ‘I’ conjured it for ‘you’, mi estudiante! I love you. Yo te amo! Te adoro.
I have given you everything. Todos cosas… a life with beauty and ugliness, flashing into temporary existence, so that ‘you’ ‘me’ y ‘we’ can be one again. Join me amigos. Let’s enjoy our fiestas. We can wear any masks we like, be it muy feo or muy bonito.