Violence, violence! Yippee!

I was bouncing around my room with the unique pleasure of beating everyone up like Alex in "Clockwork Orange" to the sound of Rossini's "The Thieving Magpie" and the 9^th of the wonderful Ludwig Van.

Social ultra-violence!

Even today we cannot help but live in the wake of a shaking world.

Faulty artists, artists who are too weak, who fail, who are incapable of changing the direction of this world in the grip of a predatory terror. They are content to entertain, preferring to be caught up in an environment that is hostile to them, to "integrate" as they say. When there is so much to destroy.

In terms of shock, an artist's gesture has become less subversive than the least disgusting act of a stupid terrorist who believes he is claiming his cause. If that doesn't make your butt hurt!

Taken under the gaze of the Cyclops, of course your child has only one eye. Half-blind, it lacks self-knowledge. How can our blindest part, the part that deliberately does not want to see anything, have any lucidity on what surrounds it? Nothing can help. Nothing will do.

Poetic ultra-violence!

"Destroy" he says. Is that better than calling daddy, mommy and lamenting as a family? The great thing is that everything is going wrong, but in the end it seems that everything is going right, so much jubilant joy feeds the creation. "No kidding", as Grock would have said. Long live the undying Catholicism of the bonhomie of the gentle creators. To arms, to the polls, to the toilets citizens! Form your subsidies, let's march, let's march...

Yippee! Yippee! And let us rejoice in the harmlessness of art and artists!

To hate is to resist; so if, if - odd actresses - you will have my hatred, lol lol lol, mdr, death of laughter...