Pardon! Coming through!
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!
abysmal joke
The nth degree of puns and jokes will always have more credence and depth in my eyes than seriousness of mind and its colossal pretension.
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!
My drawings and collages are more the result of my excavations and stage research than "pictorial works".
I had a cat, a dog, a wife, a husband, a spider and yes / I lived in the hair / My ejaculations were irrevocable.
I came back from the land of the people / Centaur of the revolution / I rode all the way around on my own back / Sometimes it's all right
It's too big / It's too big / It's too much everywhere / It's too much all the time / Go get EMETH and touch yourself
Sports, nothing but sports without a state of mind and no sex with women at this time because the manly friendship, too, is falling apart...
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.
A few veils to be lifted delicately around your person in case you wish to interfere in the secret of my shootings.
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.