Scene and Arts de vivre
My art of living is nourished by the joyful obscenity of childhood; disguises, make-up, genitals manipulated like toys and sexualities...
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My art of living is nourished by the joyful obscenity of childhood; disguises, make-up, genitals manipulated like toys and sexualities...
Sorry, coming through! You have no right to stop me from passing! I have nothing to reproach myself for. I've always been in order with the administration. I'm sorry!
Artists really do make up a breed of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the idiot ends up in a pure state...
Le Cabaret | The vital essence of the stage, an immoderate taste for exhibition, an obscene face-to-face encounter with the audience, immersion in murky waters and delicious spit.
Pretty as a pussy that would look good as a steak! Appetite and voracity for sex representations put in all sauces.
"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
The rock'n roll dream of being awesome, consumable, disposable. The Attraction Parks respond to the need to centrifugate our bits and pieces of identity.
Dress up, choose your mythology, live and die at will. It remains to be seen which "society of the spectacle" you choose to promote.
A possible reincarnation of our wild and unmanageable childhood is systematically relegated as a toxic residue to the bottom of our shackled bodies.
thanatoludique promotion: 1000 lives for 1 death. What's at stake? As a child, we experienced them many times by identification through our disguises.