Before that happened... the seed...
I make my soil fertile and exhaust my need to write, which is like a surplus of seed. Every day I unload a full bucket of it into these pages.
violence against women
Violence against women affects everyone. It harms men and children alike. It is the vengeful instrument of the hatred of the dominated.
I make my soil fertile and exhaust my need to write, which is like a surplus of seed. Every day I unload a full bucket of it into these pages.
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...
Courage is a taboo, and everyone has their own way of convincing themselves that they are not completely devoid of it.
"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.
A couple chained to the piano in the living room awaits the earthquake of his break-up. A couple that we make accidents out of. The earth is populated by its inconsequences.
Even and especially when it is touched by love, the couple is a matter of non-desire. This love becomes a repulsive thing.
Emma was laughing without anyone being able to guess what she was laughing about. Her mouth was forming words, but their sounds were inaudible, absorbed into the mass, the luscious mass of her well-fed face.
Ah the feminine! You like to believe that women are pretty and fragile? It's convenient to have something to adore, to trap in a guilty blindness.
Three video witnesses of the live performance "Marilyn sanglante" by David Noir on a live improvised music by Christophe Imbs during Scrap.
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.