Im gonna post this as a post-post-post modernist article so you can understand a little better the whole (POST)modernism thing!

So let me tell you that I've been swimming in the waters of postMODERNISM lately, but really deep waters. After swimming a lot, I came with the conclusion that this blog is POST-modernist. Seriously, just the fact that you are reading this right now, or attempting to read it to understand my ridiculous and absurd language, mixed up with Guatemalan, Mexican and Illinoian thoughts is the perfect and most concrete example anybody can give you about (post)modernism. Im not kidding, this is so anarchic and chaotic right now that I am pretty sure is not going to make any sense to you. But that's ok, because if you had a post-structuralist or deconstructive reading eye, you will probably try to find my center in all of my simple texts in Sparkplug, i can't find a center in me to grasp on , it is ok not to have a center. If you find a center for me, then try to substitute the marginalized term (meaning) in order to be my center and then this text will probably make a lot more sense to you. But you know what, words are just words after words and the only way you can distinguish them right now is because in your mind you have installed a system of differences that conventionally everybody has given a "meaning" to, and then call it a "language". (Pero el lenguaje no importa cual sea, puede ser ingles, frances, danes, aleman, ruso o hasta mandarin. Solamente son otros sistemas distintos en los cuales se han establecido de alguna manera los diferentes significados que le damos a lo que vemos y sentimos y tocamos y escuchamos y saboreamos tambien) . LANGUAGE, according to the mapmakers of our times, is just an anthropological condition that has been in us for way too long, and is something we practice day by day in order to satisfy our "human" needs. What if history can repeat itself again, going back to that animalistic behavior in our nature? I seriously can't wait for that theory about eternal recurrence to be proved by some crazy relativist scientist, maybe i should start formulating the mathematical basis for it (yeah right, i barely can solve a 2nd degree differential equation) . And this text is just another pseudo essay, that doesn't have a start or an end or a body at all; it is just infinitely extended and suspended in time, just like any other complex text you will ever read in your life. It might seem like I am been delirious, but try to think about it! What if it can prove some of the great mysteries in life? (there aren't any mysteries! Once you are dead, your frickin' dead! Ya'll hear me?) Well at least you know what postmodernism is all about, right on baby!