THERE IS NOTHING MORE
Listen, listen ... In the silence of the sea, there is a swing that makes you cursed the heart at a time, with the sand that goes a little like old whores who trace their skin, pulling the blanket.
Still ... Immobility, it disturbs the century.
smile is a little speed, and it lerche not smile, speed, in these times.
lovers of the sea in Britain or go to Tahiti ...
is really stupid, lovers.
THERE is nothing
cursed Comrade, comrade misery ...
Misery was the name of my dog who was only three legs.
The other, the fate had set aside for the Olympics of food and half-ass it was hanging in the bushes to go to her offspring.
She's gone, Misery, jolting in somewhere in the mists of dogs.
quiet Comrade, comrade prosperous
When you return home
Why at home?
When you get back in your box, rue du Faubourg d'Alesia or
If you find someone sleeping in your bed,
If you find someone sleeping there
So Will t-in in the morning claret Only
not marry
If your wife is there, the alarm of his death imaged
Fools him a slap, like one that would have syncope or a crisis nerves ...
You can tell him: "Are not you ashamed for your actions like that in your liquid senescence.
Say, have you no shame? While there are ninety thousand species of flowers ?
Species bitch!
And bar now!
Divorce-the
not marry!
You can do everything:
T'empaqueter in disorder, for honor, for the retention of title ...
Disorder is less about power!
There's nothing
I am a white negro who eats wax
Because it is shit to be white, negro,
It's sick that he says: "You dirty white!"
In Marseille, sardines which the Port
mouth was full of heroin
And frogmen did not return ...
Free sardines
And Will there more fishmongers!
If you knew what I know
We show you the finger in the street
So it is better that you do not know anything
That way at least you're cushy, anonymous, Citizen !
You're right, citizen, at least decent
A publicity enzymes and charm
At traffic and dollars to smugglers of arms
newspapers lying around in the mud and blood
You are entitled to the sound of the sea that goes
And if you want to take it will do you spell
With the wind in the ass and sextants alarm
And the sea will return without you if you're nasty
Words ... always the words, of course!
Citizens! To arms!
For grandmas, Citizens! A Love, Citizens!
We will enter the pit when we get off at the mouth of our elders!
The prefectures are monuments of brass ... a quick bird's wing does not even starts ... That will tell you!
We are not even German Jews
We are nothing
There's nothing
Of futals well cut their eye on the kids which, indeed!
breasts occupied
Bellies vacant
Arrange up with that!
The smile of those who heat their mess on the beaches and converted démoustiquées
That is to say to hell where God puts his dark glasses to avoid the risk of being recognized by his admirers
God is an idol, too!
Under the pavement there is no beach
ago hell and Security
Our real life is not elsewhere, it is here
We are in the world, we have been told enough
Pace literature
words, we put their masks A gag on cum
At the encyclopedia, the words!
And we start with our cries!
And voila!
There's nothing ... Moreover, nothing
I am a dog?
Perhaps!
I am a rat
Nothing
With the heart beating until the last beat
We arrive with our accessories to clean up people's heads:
"I'll teach you to lie down naked!
" Fools in the air your slippers!
"Flips your chairs!
" Eat up!
"Sit down on tons of improprieties and show yourself to the window screaming mouths of principle
If ever you realize that your rut and becomes a revolt revolt usual, then
Sors
Walk
Creve
Sex
Love finally trees, animals and shun conformity and inconforme
Coward these concepts, if these are notions
Nothing worth anything
It nothing more ... Moreover, nothing
Invent formulas night: CLN ... It's the night!
Even the sun, especially in the sun, it is night
You can die ... People do not even retain their inspiration.
They will channel you on their stale air of eternal regret stinking graduation certificate and catechism umbilical. It's really disgusting
They'll keep silent, people.
People silenced the other, always.
Look at table when they eat ...
They rush into the unnamed
They go above and beyond themselves and go to junk and burp-off!
The punctuation of the absurd, it is this reversal of abdominal reactors, as the landing: it belches and stop the massacre.
On the slopes of the unconscious, there are always a little slobbery tags remembering the frichti, the organ, sated.
My fondest memories are from another planet
where butchers sold rights to the auction
I am of the race rail watches the cows
If we do not eat cows, sheep and remains
We know neither cattle nor sheep, nor the remains ...
Ultimately, it raises us to peck us
So becquetons!
Coast to the bone for two, you know?
Fortunately there is bed parking!
You come, my love?
And it's like roulette: you bet, we put ...
If roulette had a hole, we would still bet
Besides, this is it!
I understand the players: they have thirty-five chances to avoid being put ...
And they are, they are ...
The drama, the couple is that it is two
And there's a hole in the wheel ...
When I see a couple on the street, I change the sidewalk
not marry
Do vote not Otherwise you're stuck
She was beautiful as the revolt
We had in the eyes,
In the arms in our futals
She called imagination
She slept like a corpse, she was dead as she slept
was buried memory
In the Molotov cocktail, it is necessary to the Martini, my boy!
Transbahutez ideas such as drugs ... You risk nothing at the border
Nothing in the hands
Nothing in the pockets
Everything in cum!
- You have nothing to declare?
- No.
- What is your name?
- Karl Marx.
- Go, go!
We left ... We were a handful ...
We will meet soon in need, alone with our imagination projects in the past
Listen to them ... Listen to them ... It
rape as new wine
We left ... We were a handful
Soon it will spill over the sidewalks
The chitchat that a detonator is not sufficient
armed Silence is good, but you have to close his mouth ...
All janitors!
Listen to them ...
There's nothing
If the dead rose?
Huh?
We were what?
ira!
The sadness, the sadness still ...
They sang, they sang ...
the streets ...
not marry those of San Francisco, Paris, Milan
And those of Mexico
Arm in arm
While clinging to the dream
Do not vote
0 of DC8 Pelicans Storks
who leave on time
Labrador Lips bison
J'invente young reindeer blue
Dressed red sunset
I go to the west of my memory
Toward Clarity Clarity to
I enlightens the Night in the dark of my nerves In
gold of my hair I put one hundred thousand watts
circuits are down in the bottom of my meat
I guess the phone in a moor
one where we see me and I
In the haze at dusk obscene complexion
I'm just embarrassed seeing signs
My circuit disconnect
I'm just a bit
My son, he must break camp as the dough rises
It is early Arise Take wine for the road
Quickdraw up the dream Anxiety property sitting
Roule Roule my son to the ideal star
You will meet You'll recognize
Your drawing before you, you get back in
Moulting it's done in reverse in this inventive world
You go your voice and sing girl
Returns Tomorrow your eyes inside of you
When you're past the wall of the wall
When you have your vision autrepassé
Then you see nothing
There's nothing
What fathers and mothers
Let those that made you
Let those who have made all other
That "sir"
as "Madame"
That "sitting" in the velvet frozen, submitted, flabby
What these horrible shops and walkways bipedal
Who are front while
All those to whom you can say
Sir!
Madam!
So leave these people alone
These bows imagined that you invent their
These despair submitted
All this sadness that rises in the morning at a set time to go save your pennies,
With lungs tightened
hands grown by outrage and decency
Eyes defeated by the anxious vigils. ..
And you count your pennies?
Sorry .... THEIR money!
What you dishonor
cleanliness is administrative, ecological pull you
pride in your air-conditioned bathrooms
In your bidets deserts
liars in your mirrors ...
You lie mirrors
You are powerful to the point you reflect as you are
Ties
Envisonnés
empapaouter morgue and boredom in the green water that descends from
mountains and that you managed to submit
At a given point
A fixed time
For your narcissistic orgy.
You look and you can not even recognize you
So you're fine
And you count your pennies
As long
In broad
Alongside
Of these salaries you release accurately
sparingly
was going to say "quietly" as the north winds warning and telling the exploits the bolus, with this vengeful and leveling apparatus which prevents identification ...
I mean to run your neighbor, you are the champions of anonymity.
Revolutions? Talk about it!
I'm talking about revolutions we can still show
Because they serve you,
Because they have always served you,
These revolutions "in history,"
Because the "stories" it amuses you, before interest you
And when you're interested, it is too Later, someone tells you that he is preparing another.
When something new shock you and disturb you,
You arrange the day, always the day before to secure a place
In a palace of exile, surrounded by the prestige of the uprooted.
The deep roots of this country is you, it seems, and when
you transbahute a "disorder of the street," as you say, a "new order" as they say, you get back to grafting and we salute you.
For two hundred years, you take notes for revolutions.
You might be tempted to bring your little basket
To do not lose a thing, is not it?
And the "villains" that amuse you, these "rascals" that bother you too, they are wrapped in a news story while you wrap them "yours" in a flag.
You always think, you guys in a stud! Race
it keeps you standing in this world that you sit. You
style power
You even get to talk to yourself
As if you talk to your subordinates,
For fear of leaving your stature, your blisters, for fear that one beckons you into the corridors of boredom, and they will say, 'Look, it goes down, it will eventually fold, by crawling "
Be quiet! To creep, you're beaten, only that you do concede that in the metaphor ...
Will you lie down but the pace,
This "look" that you wear, sir, your lapel,
And when you know what could cost you silences sour
references badly routed
half-smiles as tears dried,
This unfortunate and red tape like shame that you did not decided to your face reddens,
I wonder how and why nature makes
So many stubbornness,
Both address
And much indifference biological
To do that your son look like at this point to their fathers,
Since the skirts of your women matrimoniaires
Until salonnardes equivocal when you train them to drink,
In your high society,
A cutting-righteous .
I am a bastard.
We're all bastards.
What separates us now is that your bastard to you is sanctioned by the Civil Code
On which, with your permission, I like to spit, before taking leave.
Be quiet, you risk nothing
There's nothing
And nothing, we leave you!
Get out yourself until then, if you can,
We can not.
One day, ten thousand years
When you're gone,
We will ALL
Nothing you
All of us
We've had time to invent Life, Beauty, Youth,
Tears that shine like emeralds in the girls' eyes, smile
The animals finally crank,
Priority Left, let!
We do not die more than anything
We all live
And the microbes of bullshit that we will not fail us bequeath amount
From your manure
From your books garnered in your silothèques
In your public
From your prison regulations
From your decrees
In your prayers, even
All these microbes ...
Rest assured, we will
already machines to revoke
WE WILL ALL
IN TEN THOUSAND YEARS
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