The glory of the living
Jam looking for a form containing forms; forms with very little form... forms in which writing would become a free act despite the inescapable constraint of submitting to the desire to express, to explore who we are.
In short, the best we can hope for in the face of morbidity in behaviour and life choices.
The body is a stage, a set, a playground and each new sex, the latest toy to unleash passions.
I will always try to legitimately welcome the confusion of girls who would put their index finger in contact with mine to make light.
I would have exchanged my whole being, my dark skin and my brown hair for an ounce of the bewitching and diabolical charm of little Martin Stephens
I interpreted the idea of designing a coat of arms as the idea of adorning a shield. Its center symbolizes my project. This is the part that interested me the most.
Texts, aesthetics, thoughts on the walls, jokes, songs, scenes, behaviours ... the start is given
"I don't want to be reduced to that," she will say. "It only shows one side of me," he'll counter. "Pretending to be something other than an ass" I'll say.
Our seriousness, our torments, our pleasures and our laughable misfortunes will soon be there, served on a platter! The ticket office is open...
Attack at worst if you don't come back to yourself. I create projects for the sole purpose of disengaging myself from the ordinary alienation of my own stupidity. What about you?
A: Farewell | An excerpt from The Puritans will sum up what I would like to say today in other words to my team, if I could find the energy.
A handful of love for a handful of euros | I like to conceive relationships in the light of a consensual, fair and shared prostitution
