Le journal des Parques
Nightmares and Iconographic Terrors or The Risks of the Spectator's Life. To emerge victorious implies at least not having fought the wrong fight.
Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
Appearance exists, I've met it. At any time, in any place, at any time of my life. Friends, lovers, partners, acquaintances, family...
Making one's existence more "important" to oneself by just a few milliliters of an outrageously dissolved solution of self-knowledge.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
Adult, your world is a mistake from start to finish. You have been wrong and always will be. In doing so, you are dragging us, those of us who do not want to be part of your world.
We have the opportunity to give our lives another meaning. This margin of freedom is called art. This is where Mr. Hyde comes to the aid of the frightened Dr. Jekyll...
Magnificent arrogance of an ordinary hero: Live to get hard and enjoy the world! "Suck it, this is my cock! Drink, this is my sperm! »
