LOL, I can’t believe it took me so long to publish this here, it happened more than a month ago. Arguably my biggest accomplishment since I started writing in English, I got published in Hacker Noon. This site is a daily check for me and there I am, among their pages, among their contributors.
I want to keep writing for them, keep the momentum going, but my aim is to write about cryptocurrencies from a user perspective and I already spent all of my Bitcoin. And that’s where the story starts:
I sold all my bitcoins before the latest stage of the crypto winter.
I’m not proud of it and I’m not a seer, I was just broke and hungry. That money was my safety net and now I’m free falling into the abyss, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is I’m not a Bitcoin owner anymore. And cryptocurrencies seem to be falling into the abyss…
Then I go into my usual conspiracy-minded-type-of-argument:
I don’t claim to know exactly what’s happening, I’m as confused as the authors of the articles about the crash I’ve been reading. What I do know is that Bitcoin’s economy is not strong enough yet and it’s still vulnerable to attacks and manipulation.
Intrigue, prestidigitation, dirty tricks. An attack, that is how I see this crash and that is how I see the boom and super high climb of 2017. That shit wasn’t natural and this isn’t either. Dark forces are playing with our heads and with our money supply, testing our behavior, watching us run for our lives. And taking notes.
My first novel is out, the Spanish Edition of “La Tormenta” is already available on Amazon. Of course I’m getting it translated into English, but it’s going to be a while so you might as well get this one and help a brother out. It’s worth the price of admission, everything you need to know about this world is in there, guaranteed. And for every copy sold a random white horse will get a horn in the forehead, making the planet a more magical place in this time of need. With “La Tormenta” everybody wins.
The novel is about time, magick, hip hop, discordianism, high weirdness, psychedelics, philosophy, Caracas, Mérida, 2012, physics, conspiracy, impotence, weed, rockets, the meaning of life, a life of meaning, nature, The Occult, frustration, insanity, music, catharsis, apotheosis and much, much more. “La Tormenta”, out now.
The KLF is back using an old name and none of their old techniques. The JAMs returned, but they’re not going to be musicians this time around. They are now gravediggers. And they’re going to build a pyramid. When finished, it will be 23 feet tall, have 23 steps and consist of 34592 bricks, each containing the ashes of a dead person. They call it “The People’s Pyramid” and it will be located in Toxteth, Liverpool.
I opened a You Tube channel in English. It’s a huge leap of faith, considering my twitter in the language and this blog haven’t gained any traction. And that in speaking form I’m much less eloquent and my thick accent is unavoidable. On the other hand, I can’t be writing all day and I need other outlets. And since the expected audience is different that my channel in Spanish I can touch other subjects related to all the media I consume in English, hence this very specialized video about hip hop politics and legacy artist.
The formal description says:
My conspiracy theory about why Jay Electronica hasn’t put out an album yet. I have zero proof of anything, this is a media analysis video. But Jay Z is responsible. Obviously.
Oh, by the way, English is my second language. Bear with me.
Look, I’m not saying the demolition of the Twin Towers was necessarily a false flag attack perpetrated by the US government. The walls are.
The “Banksy Does New York” documentary chronicles, through the eyes of selected fans and casual bystanters, the “Better Out Than In” titled, one month residency of the British street artist on The Big Apple in 2013.It’s no “Exit Through the Gift Shop” but it’s interesting and useful if you’re into the mysterious character.
Anyway, up there is the photographic reproduction of Banksy‘s 9/ 11 inspired piece, the orange thing is a real flower; and to its right, pretty in pink, some vigilant citizen intervened: “<—– Inside Job!“. As it usually happens, the image only appears on the screen for half a second, it seems the producers and HBO did their best to conceal the sacrilege. My apologies to them.