Oh, come on babe, give me a break!. ¿Preaching pseudo-spiritual jingles from a fifty foot yacht, a yuppie penthouse, a luxury car and a weekend palace to regurgitate your silly alcoholic whims? ¿!What the fuck you’re talking about!? ¿Don’t you know better?

- True spiritual quest is one of the most courageous and bold tasks a man can undertake. it's a gutsy leap far beyond the absurd boundaries of social relativism and human conformism. Following this perilous path is a recipe for solitude, heart ache, dissolution, detachment and misunderstanding. Is the proud and brave journey of those few who dare to seek authentic enlightenment.

Don't confuse it with the short-sighted people, for them spirituality is just an opiate, a hobby, a jolly ride, another idiotic and temporary fashion full of expensive gadgets and plastic postmodern arguments. Slaves of the image, chained by fear and status, socially baptized in the temples of vane materialism; only to auto-praise there own egos. Consuming high-octane mediocrity, well suited for there own mind numbness; the bizarre kitsch of there pity simplicity. A comfortable and snob posture to hide the void of there meaningless lives. The shame of there own spiritual shallowness. The screaming yoke of there own vanity.

Shit! Honey, I almost forgot; of course i like your fake boobs, they perfectly match with your frivolous mind.

– Gorka Lasa Tribaldos – Panamá, Nov 8, 2009.