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***In saying the word?«
2, or maybe 3. The first ones, immediate, ALMOST vindictive. The second, overheard one too many times in vain. Yet say it right once and they’ll burn all that is your own.
.FUCK YOU // LOVE YOU.
The mind//body dualism has now reached new heights: highly digital contrasts, le plagiat est un plat qui se mange froid. The pure delights in swallowing everyone’s bla-bla-bla? Sunscreen for free, SPF-20.
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De l’or qui séduit, de l’or qui détruit.
The more it hurts, the better results. Eating from screens, time for breakfast: don’t speak to me. Preach the DM, sell the flesh, spell together with me:
S-I-M-U-L-A-T-I-V-E.
***The bottled brain? Any friends for rent?«
Those invisible chains staining your bedroom walls, marking you as a walking drone. The belief in documenting all and nothing, some sort of digitalised distortion-90s-looking-pretention. ***What do we believe in?«
The quantum bullshit spreading void as venom.
No immunity. Physically, mentally. Emotionally? A promiscuous vacuity. ***What do we believe in?« Taking a picture of the sun shinning, missing the moment while filming. Building this forever purgatory. One way lens. Smashing dreams with canons of likes, thumbs up, hit the button, ring the bell sermon. ***What do we believe in?«
STOP BREATHING AND SAVE THE MINORITY.
Pause everything and barricade until it suits assholes and society. A new heroine in the making, nasal spray for kids. Sick precocity. Dysmorphic zoom in activity. Invasion of privacy, democracy… Have you ever existed? Wonders for a night in, one more following 2020. Stop breathing, but make it fashion. MAKE EVEN MORE MONEY.
***What do we believe in?«
***Trick or treat:
not to believe in anything«
What you see is what you preach. No imagining, expecting. Only the pure ecstasy of certainty. Tragic articulation of irony. ***What do we believe in?« The enlightenment, final workout of a life time? You guessed right: aka keep running until you fall into pieces. Red is the colour of winning. Virtually killing. No presence, no reality. The medium is key, to manage and still falling asleep. Every–evening.
Who even tries to put the pieces back together these days: so outdated. Just appreciate it. Embrace it. Don’t apologise for your being. All is due, granted. You take but never give. What a mistake. When adversity should reunite and fill the void. The eagerness for a family.
***The ecstasy of belonging.«
An architectural spread.
The entire blood. Rotten. Frozen. ***What do we believe in?« Next turn. Next round. So that we crave, we raise. Almost thought we would. We would reach the top, the perfection. Too bad to be true. Find your brother, your sister at every corner. Pretending universal love is a real thing. Without the means, you ain’t nothing. To nobody existing. ***What do we believe in?« In helping the neighbour? Asking from you to deal with his responsibilities. Every week. Yes, if you please. No, because here’s another title for it: YOU’RE NOT HERE TO REPAIR OTHERS’ MISTAKES+
***Never sober«
Or the art of forever escaping reality. Our fears. Their shadows and tears. If you’re not pretending, you’re not living. Don’t even assume existing. Similarly to giving meaning to silences – you better be crazy for doing such a thing. Pushing boundaries, some sort of orderly anarchy. Creating structure from the mess stuck on our skin, the one we believe in. Is it socially accepted to reappropriate this mess, to proceed to the treatment of existing forms?