We're still rehearsing

Few are the real battles. Maybe there's only one? Knowing what to do in the middle of this mess?!

It is not the result that I like, nor do I propose to live; it is the making; the painful, grandiloquent and funny Mordor where everyone walks, housed in the same place.

The Parks are a great audition to... please me. Ah Ah! ... I'm an opponent like any other, a mouth piece - laughs, a breaded ex-bitch from yesterday; ... or, to reflect on one's image, to find a subtle common ground on the ground of a spacious playground; risking her life, her pussy, her ass, her head ... a good head of ... would say Courteline, to put a little at stake her fear of blows, her head of the job to be cut; her imagination and poetry caught mating with ours.

Those who have lived The Fleece sleeps last year at the Generator and even earlier, when I was alone on stage, may know that it was an appetizer; a skimming of the molten glass before pouring?

Feel bad, peer to peer is coming. We'll need a good dose of magic, to open a yellow brick road to a level playing field. Our seriousness, our torments, our pleasures and our laughable misfortunes are soon here, served on a platter; finally the ticket office is open …

Ask for the Big Drama!

Let's go; let's go!

No mercy" is a natural experience;

At ten francs, the ten kids, ten francs!

So, little pupils, we will begin our adult stage by experimenting with evil.

Concern for a certain aesthetic is akin to a lack of freedom,

To a desire for an imprisoning and reassuring setting,

Let's go; let's go!

It's cheap and it's cold!

The Book of Liberty;

I deliver freedom on the cheap

We're animals with a cell phone

Let's go; let's go

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Excerpt from NATURAL PORNOGRAPHY OR THE MENTAL PICTURE OF ONE'S OWN COITUS | THE ATTRACTION PARKS © David Noir