My nights in the shelter
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
focus on existence
In search of a life less ordinary than life
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
"Childhood of art", not in the sense of simplicity (can childhood be simple?), but understood as the dawn of another form: the staging of a site.
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
As Victor says about the spider and the nettle - not Dr. Frankenstein, but his friend old Hugo - I love hate because we hate it.
My great adaptability is an absolute violence to me. I hate any relationship that forces me to do so. Rare is the one that goes the way I want it to.
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.
Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
Attempted social evasion | There's no room for social chatter here. Not even on a good morning. And that's just as well.
TO PREVENT STORIES is DEAD! Instead of aspiring to grow, let's stop taking ourselves for what we cannot be. Let's stop idealizing.
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...