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Récits naïfs et légers de questionnements personnels, de ressentis partagés, d’expériences individuelles, avec maladresse et dans une langue peu maîtrisée, rien que ça, c’est louche…

REVERSAL / Avoiding the dominant plan, trying to escape from the case. When we choose liberator acts, looking for being an actor not subversive but uncontrolled, we want to take our life by the hands. Avoiding the dominant plan, trying to escape from the case, refusing to be just a number. Barriers and splits. Dogma and tools. Take back the control of your life. Avoiding the dominant plan, preserving the meaning of words : DIY isn't a trademark ! When they use it as a product, as ingested harmless slogan, it's just a way to aseptise and make it bland. CARRY ON / There’s no recipe, they’re here to stand the test of time, all the energy that helps to carry on when it’s hard, so hard. They can be here when you need it when you ask it for, they are the shoulder that anyone needs, don’t have to pretend to be someone else. Need just to be here for better of for worse. Keeping the link whatever the life reserves. Fixing mistakes, taking back the way, passing over my defects, forgetting my whims and my faults. Just to make such is the best thing we can do. ARTIFICAL AREAS / Let's look around : screens everywhere, your eyes are caught you're hypnotized. When getting drunk is the only goal of the night… Your brain is off, your eyes empty. Just wake up ! Losing yourself into artificial areas, getting lobotomized with distraction, you're missing the real way to move. CRACKED / We are walking, hanging around dirty sidewalks in my mind. There’s a cracked wall and a trash can, an old dog picking up the crumbs. Walk in puddles out of the road, trying to be lost once again, a storm of ideas cracks my brain forming a million ways to go. Back to things that makes you better, not just surviving, find a way to exist ! Take some time to think about your desires, do your best and they will come true. DIFFERENT ROADS / Remember we were just some friends, remember we spent a nice time together, when we're joking and having fun, remember when things seemed to be easier. What about dreams we used to share and this future that we did not care..? Where are your hopes ? Is this the real life..? Believing that it could get better again. Entertainment of our young years cannot be real without willpower. You've given up struggle and self-worth because you did not believe in it. Now we look like any strangers, some different roads, dissenting opinions. COWARD / You waste your time complaining about your lot. You're just a coward but you don't know it. I'm sick and tired with your passive state, you're just a coward and none can help you. If you really want to become someone then turn your way face to reality. Why choosing the easy way instead of acting for yourself..? Maybe you're right to live with dependence, the rat race you choose not to escape. I know I'm just a brat although I enjoy that !! SEITAN IS SATAN / I am alone in the street to unstick these puking stickers. At night my face in the gutters in the asphalt of sadness. Nothing else to do than to go to his pad. Listen to mudhoney, eat a lentil tofu soup, listen to mudhoney, a fag, a coffee, a fanzine. I am in charge of my imaginary fate, in my created space far from your conniving game. An evening of wandering I shelter under a parking lot, my torn sneakers disapproving the rain which infiltrates them. I wait for the lull to go to dumpster area, a sort of freedom space far from your conniving life. DEEP BOREDOM / I'm sitting on my chair listening people talking about a lot of things that I really don't care. How could I have fun tonight with people I don't wanna meet ? Why did I accept this party, while I could just stay in my bed. It's getting critical, food is on the table, I think I'm gonna puke, it's stinking like sewers at ten miles. What a bad day... I wanna leave, I wanna be at home. I wanna stop it now. I wanna leave now. I wanna stop it now. FLOWERS OF DEATH / Deserted by the limp and loving creature which had lived in herself for a long time. This lonely life had simply concluded. Her consciousness had perished forever. She was fluttering, full of screams without reverberation, full of innefective hopes, dark sparkles, faces and outdated perfumes. Harder than a mineral, nothing could have prevented her from having been. She was fluttering on the edge of the world, she had just undergone her final transformation. Her future had been set up. A life is made of future as bodies are made of emptiness. CLOUDY THOUGHTS / Standing in the train with nowhere to sit. I'm looking to this man with drawn features, drained by the life and I can't stand that he comes upon, staring at me. Then I plunged back myself in my worn book and I wonder. When I'm looking through the window it's raining again. When they think about tomorrow it will be the same. Following station a strange shy woman eyes fixed on the ground, she seems to be lost. Trying to hide and I can't stand that she comes upon me staring at her. Then I plunged back myself in my cloudy thoughts and I wonder. I continue my travel through the life of these people. Illustrated by the landscape witch ravel in front of my eyes. It's raining again and again and again and again.