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Time,
the aggressor.
*ET OUI, ENCORE. D’autant plus que tout, à l’heure actuelle, est considéré comme agression.
When growing up becomes violence. Confronting the until-now-blurred reflection in the mirror, and wondering: how did we let this happen? You, me, and our multiple personalities. It hurts. If left ignored. Disguised. Mistaken. Better to rip off the band-aid than to deal with the aftermath, old and grey. Bleeding oneself prepares for a lifelong war with others and scars to mark forever. Blood in all its shapes means power. Dry or running, cold or warming, it creates tension and delimits territories.
“You belong with me. PROMISE ME.”
Almost obsessive, the need for clarity. To avoid loneliness. How sticky to the skin, simultaneously. Family names passed on across centuries. An act of agency to fulfil; the carnal instinct instils fear.
That black ink stains all of us, from friends to enemies. It will have us rotten, down on our knees. Power feeds on blood. Wet and dusty, its heavy riffs draw the flesh submissive.
We believed, oh so wrongly, that we were mastering the art of faking it and manipulating. Egoistic insanity spreading like the Plague in the crypt where beings die every morning between sleeping and waking. The red carpet turned black; nobody cares if you’re still breathing or going extinct. No paparazzi is waiting; your porch is cold and empty. THE MATTER IS POWER — in case you missed it. Women’s over men’s, West’s over East’s, the list never ends. The promises that keep on giving. A life of glory, above the pleb and infidels. Embodying a god yourself, you’ll feel great up there. Better than everyone else, it is up to you to take and pillage.
Touch yourself. Masturbate. The key to success and excess. Your blood is worth so much more than your neighbour’s. Take what is rightly yours, as if anyone would ever keep you in their good books.
Life is a roller coaster, forcing to reach equilibrium, the one sold to us all, asleep or out of control. A daily regime of highly contrasted lectures shaping the black and white, leaving in-between nothing but the shadows of a no man’s land.