A platonic humour from our regions
Beyond the atrocious and useless deaths, the greatest victim of the ravages of the present era is a sense of humour.
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Beyond the atrocious and useless deaths, the greatest victim of the ravages of the present era is a sense of humour.
They are the very soil in which an individual's existence is built. Free from the constraints of social behaviour, these unknown materials seek out the unconstrained.
My art of living is nourished by the joyful obscenity of childhood; disguises, make-up, genitals manipulated like toys and sexualities...
Exchange is not a process that is satisfied with surface usability. Its chances of happening are as fragile as the desire that gives rise to it.
I insist here on the value that I attach to arbitrariness as the salvation of poorly fruitful creative situations offered by apparent logic.
Playing true means confronting the simplicity of being, the banal nature of bodies and desires, the ferocity of our nature and finally having fun with it.
Even and especially when it is touched by love, the couple is a matter of non-desire. This love becomes a repulsive thing.
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
Ghost, I live here. We live here. Here, the Self-image is the basis of everything. The basis of everything in our social world. It is the foundation.
Most of us are prey and we would like to do without predators. What will we be capable of without claws and fangs?