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The cyborg was born from the overcoming of the dualism.
The ancient wounds that we carry marked on our bodies heal up like a cancer. 
Cunt vulva fika pussy is the first hurt.
Vulva is split separation. 
The wound does not heal launchig the fetus in a mechanic womb . The wound doesn't heal if we do not understand ours promiscuous and visceral intimacy with the macchine.
The mechanic womb is not distinguishable from the body. nature and artefact the wound heals towards a world postkind constructing bridges of technological excrescences between me and the Other.  While the structure of the scientific thought has still now not made other that to feed the split between subject and object separation between the observer and the Other. 
I'm machine and the vulva bleeding the menstrual fika is always me if it appeals to to you it does not mean that you are healthy and normal. 
I do not have any identity to construct around this vulva that is not central; I do not have to built up statuses of identity statuses of close tribe that give me safeness to move my vehicle in the spaces. Linked to the network anyone has the vulva. The possibilities to express ourselves cracking the boundaries of the constituted towards new shapes must flows as a river in flood into Real Life; in every space violence is a shape of free expression violence is not because of thirst for revenge: the risk is to remain embedded in the opposition.
Violence spout from the desire to destroy every wall of the cells of oppression that we have around with harmonic movements. I'm not interested my aggressor, he is only an obstacle on my road that I must liquidate. So that i need to free myself from the tabu' of violence, to express myself in every shape. A child wants to play in freedom and has a stick behind her back to bar who still believes to the fable of the good children and thinks he can take advantage of them. The children bar, in order not to defend them identities, but in order to free the space. Status of identity are dangerous, less than they do not come taken with the just distance of a beautiful laugh. Impety and irony. We are free mutant entities and we are not never where you  expect to find us.