a little thing of my brain

I consider something eccentric, extremist, a martial artist, a misunderstood thinker I around consider the lucky person with the life done death by the events of my the destruction, desmadre, the paranoia, madness, the voices of my head, to feel me alive using my fists whit hurts by the bodys noce but God represses to me and I control myself I am as they volcano what does not explode and treatment is contained ............ to live according to the bushido one adapted to karate ma pleases to read of science philosophy and religion but the history of everything and the origin of the universe and the life are what it gets passionate to me, to ask and to try to respond to me to me as it is the true meaning of the existence of the matter and the space good time all that

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