The New Testis

It's 5 o'clock, little daddy wakes up from Christmas,

The snow falls in large flasks,
The breasts of Saint Lazarus attract my attention,
I call in my trauma escort:
Here is an environment with animal plastic and not commonplace,
Glory to the monkey whose face urinates,
It's time to degrade the human. Here, Mother Nature, take this in your face,
A nice plastic bag; see you in 5000 years.
Sex must destroy the social world as we know it, not build it.
To reproduce, to make children, to perpetuate the species; no need for love for that.
The beautiful excuse. Get out of here.
Educators are perverts who have the desire to shape others, to think for others,
but who do not recognize their vice.
Kill the educators, kill the educators, kill the educators!
Rock'n'roll has been a lie since it was an industry,
Rock'n'roll has left the music to let it say its song,
Rock'n'roll is no longer a change, nor a revolt, nor even a stirring,
nor a parent to children like me,
Rock'n'roll doesn't need music, it needs noise,
Kill the music!
Alas! Alas!
Crisis.
Rock'n'roll is stupid, literature is stupid, theatre is stupid, cinema bores me,
the act of doing an act is a null act.
Yippee! Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
Just your petty bourgeois self-esteem taking offense behind the awning of your clown pride.
But the bandit hatred is there, in germ elsewhere,
Vitality, refusal and enjoyment are in gestation elsewhere,
Enjoyment will suffice, it is still too early to speak of joy,
Today's joy is an industry fomented in the bosom of ignorant and lobotomized families, terrorized by intimacy, every night on the lookout for their fear camouflaged as relaxation,
Kill the families, kill the families, kill the families!
The vulgar joy is that of the couples who cocoon in love, with their TV, their meal tray,
their fake shit projects, their forced laughter, their crappy taste,
their natural artificiality and outdated simplicity,
Kill the couples, kill the couples, kill the couples!
Only happiness! No worries! It's not a good life !
Killing the familieskill the couples!
The ogre ate the youth, the brains and the good cheeks of the child,
What about death? Isn't it beautiful, you cunt? Double cunt, triple cunt,
Intelligent culture is bored with admiring the products of its own industrial success,
The intellectuals would do better to strive for power,
rather than spending their time analyzing why they don't have it,
There can be no creation in a program, whether it be political, scenic, discographic, filmic, or radio - no more than at the end of your Bic point.
The unique program is virtual, is real. It is biblical as well as computerized.
From hate and of sadness you will perish. Clone me.