zamolxis

Dans les mandres industriels en friche, je cherche mon me. Je cours agonisant. Je respire de l'acide. Je pompe mon sang grande vitesse le long de mes artres . La vie de misre cours derrire moi, je la fuis toute vitesse. Je me sens bien courir dans cet amas de dchets, ces morceaux d'histoires pathtiques ! Cours aprs moi essaies de m'attraper. Rien faire pour...
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Nous voici encore seuls. Tout cela est si lent, si lourd, si triste... Bientt je serais vieux. Et ce sera enfin fini. il est venu tant de monde dans ma chambre. Ils ont dit des choses. Ils ne m'ont pas dit grand-chose. Ils sont partis. Ils sont devenu vieux, misrables et lents chacun dans un coin du monde.

I'm not gonna hurt ya.
Wendy, darling. Light of my life.
I'm not gonna hurt ya.

You didn't let me finish my sentence.
I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya.
I'm just gonna bash your brains in.
I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in.

'The human face
is an empty power, a
field of death ...
... after countless thousands of years
that the human face has spoken
and breathed
one still has the impression
that it hasn't even begun to
say what it is and what it knows.'

Antonin Artaud, from a text to introduce an exhibition of his portraits and drawings,

This Love

If ever words were spoken
Painful and untrue
I said I loved but I lied
In my life
All I wanted
Was the keeping
Of someone like you
As it turns out
Deeper within me
Love was twisted and pointed at you

Never ending pain, quickly ending life --

You keep this love, thing, love, child, love, toy
You keep this love, fist,...
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My first memories of childhood go up at the time where I hide in the bushes with the dog of my nanny, a German shepherd that everyone feared because it was wild. But me, 4 year old little boy, he liked me and protected me. Then comes time from the social center and of the nursery, then there it is is delirious it total. The...
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I'm fuckin' sick !
I go to the doctor once every 6 years, and today it was closed !