Suddenly it was a mess
Wipe the trail left by your fly. Your love in return should be shat in your mouth.
Sounds
I am not a musician; I am not an instrumentalist; I am a sound tinkerer. That is to say that I do not use sound as a language following rules, but as the setting for a thought or an act. Sound is not treated as a background noise but as a substrate for the development of a natural environment. Everything I create is always inspired by the reconstitution of an organic life in a closed environment, the setting up of the conditions of a biotope.
Wipe the trail left by your fly. Your love in return should be shat in your mouth.
It's not a question of being in good terms with anyone who doesn't want to be, nor of "making society", yuck once and for all! It's about deserving one's supposed brain capacities as an evolved individual. There is a price to be paid for becoming human: not just being.
Video Clip | "Mommy's watching me from the beach, but I can see the sharks swimming. It's boiling blood all around me and way in front of..."
There's a wolf waiting for me at the end of the highway. Pay up carnivorous age. Doesn't mean I took a wrong turn.
In terms of my mental health, I'm fine. Even if I'm going to my death, I'm fine. What does it matter; I have nothing else to do. The body is still young and even if the heart is suffering, what does it matter? We write, it's okay.
You're very sweet... but I think you're trying to impose your beliefs on me. Yes, I think I am. But you're very sweet...
Clue! It is childhood that kills childhood. In the nursery, I accuse emotion with imagination and fear. On the spot, summary execution at the edge of the pit. Welcome home! You are back in the Camps of Amor.
In my naked girl's tights, wearing my big helmet with ram's horns, I marry the forest. I drool over the nourishing earth. Inside the still life, a blurred road carries me. Far from the rodeos I go away.
Emma was laughing without anyone being able to guess what she was laughing about. Her mouth was forming words, but their sounds were inaudible, absorbed into the mass, the luscious mass of her well-fed face.
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