To the bastille, you will take me; refined, we will go, hunt game and raise our catches; and afterwards we will eat ham tapas,

And on July 14, at Nini peau de toutou, we ask ourselves a little bit, but what is the relationship between two genuflections? Between two fellatio? Between two genu-fella xions? Have we ever had intercourse?

When and how many times

By me?

So, nothing to say deep down, you know.

Apart from Me

Wherever my work goes, I will follow it, it will follow Me; it is I for Me,

Just as it is for you, it is you for you;

Then, dear Me, do you accept Me as your wife, Emois!

I say yes; embrace Me and I declare Myself united by the bonds of Me to Me

At last I begin my metamorphosis into a real unpleasant guest...

The death of the complainer

Free again; free at last

Of all

Of all

And from all of you

For at last I see our differences to the point of horror and disgust!

If all is not allowed then let's ban everything and the big man itou!

Hate your fellow man, you who claims to abolish racism in you;

Perhaps then the supposedly strange and beautiful otherness will appear to you.

You gotta go through this;

Don't think you're ready when you're not working,

On you.

It doesn't come easy, the good guys and the bad guys on the battlefield,

And the terrors of thechild gifted, body and soul caught in a pincer movement,

The monsters and the fachos; the good thinkers and the proles...

Will open a path to the "civilized" by summoning the fragments of their poor alphabet;

The beautiful letters we sound - no better! - to suffer from being around each other a little.

To say that humans are proud of them;

They don't see their level; it's not possible ...

Please, help us, their Gods! This is too painful. 

Mediocre by light years from the civilizations they claim to know and even believe they know,

Uncultured and foolish, primal and alcoholic, weak to the point of dementia, shabby to the point of violence. 

From the man who thinks he's more worthy to stand on.