Callate el osico gordota! Shut it, fatty,
Mira, it’s just me and you…nobody else. Come on, you can become like we once were. Comprende?
Escucha. Can you hear the trumpet? Ya know, like a word, a thought makes a sound too. And if you think about it, a sound vibrates. This vibration creates energy, like a burro in heat. Energy glows (you know, like Mexican Hanging Lanterns), and this glowing is light. This is the entire self-perpetuating creation process. I’ll be back to visit more often, you should too. O.K. amigo?
Don’t be a puta barata. Ask me anything and I’ll tell you. After all… you are me.
Choose the Creation Category to your right ——> Mira! It’s over there——->
I teach you everything! Ask me, Chumba, anything.