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Let Globish form the lines of the epidemic. Spread wordish note design, to be played like it is unique.
Now when no metaphor means anything anymore, since unique is unique, we are all singularities
We let all our same bright ideas soar to reach an individualistic peak:
A stockpile of peaks, to set a flat environment where we act as the conduits… Free flow for all!
The virus of the epidemic / Reduction of the bodies and the minds
Is no more and no less than indifferentiation / Devolution of hope and imagination
Opposite signified and significant cut / We’re all sisters and brothers, human resources
Into bits that graft themselves onto other bits / Culture for the pleasure, let there be light, peace and love
They spread and reproduce, shape a new idiom / Anti-racism, anti-fascism,
Human brains, their agents, NewThink on rheomode / Respect (wipe out) democracy and communities, … but all is relative
Confusion as unique / Communication is / A show to face the truth
Perceptive organization / Contagion by the meme / Surgical mask
Planified perspective / To be unique / Decorated with a smiley
Ideas are mimetic / Is to spread epidemic / Ideal is mimetic
« A man is only a particle inserted in unstable and entangled wholes. These wholes are composed in personal life in the form of multiple possibilities, starting with a knowledge that is crossed like a threshold - and the existence of the particle can in no way be isolated from this composition.... This extreme instability of connections alone permits one to introduce, as a puerile but convenient illusion, a representation of isolated existence turning in on itself »
I experience my freedom (my freedom) when I abide by the universal thinking
The pathway is all enlightened now, so no shadow subsists under a leaf.
« There is a 'yawning gap' between the one and the other and, in the gap, the subject, the object are dissolved; there is passage, communication, but not from one to the other: the one and the other have lost their separate existence »
Words such as law, panic and faith change into acronyms - UNO, WHO IMF OMC, a new deaf-mute language for inverted values.
Since we are all equal while all decidable, all free forever, a giant leap for mankind
Belly flat, car jack, belt way, six pack,
Hand wash, slap back, keep the distance,
Wet kiss, fresh lick, so cool effect,
Blush, mush, rush, push, pull,
Dushbag.
The virus is indifference. There are no subjects; there is only the network, and it is us.
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I’m going through the day, the day sucks my life away, no worry, I’ve had my dose of booze so when I walk I just don’t have to choose, I go direct, I go straight, I buy and understand so easily what has to be understood, freaky news, frightening news, the signs and warnings drive me all the way across the day, it’s all about a brave new world, consuming, and living with the other girls and boys, experiencing social entertaining, inter-whining and complaining about what the signs tell us to complain about:
“Is the climate going to recover ever? Is the fascism going to come back? What are they wanting to tell us?”
“Why do they take decisions for us? Is the climate going to recover ever? Is the vaccine going to work?”
I think it’s good, I’m confused, I don’t know really, but it must be good somehow, because my belly’s half-full, I’m not so hungry, and I’m happy, I don’t complain, I should complain, about what? And… How come anger and frustration are leading us? And… We don’t want a leader, the leaders are all corrupt. Is the climate ever gonna change? I don’t know. What can I do? What shall I do? I’m just a selfish prick, I should better go back to my car and stop and start, safe in the house, question the smart phone, mirror, mirror, switch on the drone, so when the night comes…
I succumb, I return to the womb, obey the order to love from the flat above. “Is the climate going to recover, ever?”
What is happening to my hands and to my other extremities, they’re too far, they’re too far, they’re just moving autonomously, I don’t think I am so much of an autonomous person, it’s all unreal, so when the night comes, I think of the leisure, the job is done, the leisure is not done, I have to do the leisure so I go to the disco, and I dance, I dance to you, I go to meet, I go to meet. Meet is good.
I succumb, I return to the womb, obey the order to love from the flat above. “Is the climate going to recover?”
I succumb, I return to the womb, obey the order to love from the flat above. “Is the climate going to recover, ever?”
I believe I think I think I believe, I think Is the climate ever going to change?
Must be another system, whatever, you name it, you name it, another country, another place, another climate, where I can do the same tasks but using biodegradable masks. Am I right? Am I wrong? Maybe it’s the world just driving us crazy, but this madness is good for us, if it lets me enjoy, enjoy myself being crazy, I love to be crazy and forget about where we could be and what we could do, all the breathing process, and what we could change, get stung, don’t get stung, what we could do, get stung, don’t get stung. Is anything going to change, ever?
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I am gently drifting to the edge, I am acting very strange. I am smothering my rage, behave I will I swear I pledge
I am coming out of the rampage, I am acting very strange. In a state of disengage, living an impossible age
Stay on the trail
Hand on the rail
Stay on the trail
Hold on firm
Stay on the trail
Hand on the rail
Hold on to the rail
All confirmed: Stay on the trail!
I am surely slipping off the ledge, but I’ll be caught up by Santa Claus sleigh again
With a bag full of jokes and disdain, I could smuggle to your heart and brain
Slide in a sledge towards the edge
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Lament
09:35
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The principle of precaution is factual and it’s a lockdown. In a modal supplication, together we fall, divided we stand.
The commuting communion, in anger and in treason, is inverting all reason - no longer the hand, but the weapon
... Of love - Shake it down - And hate - Blow it on. Above / Flat we stick to each other .
The dead and the quick, and the other. And the execution of all unintended action
The paper mask can’t disfigure our will to kiss and deliver. No gangue can last until forever. Life is a blast, a first offender…
... Of love - Shake it down - And hate - Blow it on. Above / Flat we stick to each other .
The dead and the quick, and the other. And the execution of all unintended action
It’s a commuting communion, in power and in passion. The spell is cast among the stars, we’re gonna last, human we are.
Beat the gong: Here we belong!
We’re love - Shake it down - And hate - Blow it on. Above / Flat we stick to each other .
The dead and the quick, and the other. It happens: the planification and the execution of all unintended action
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Sometimes love can bite my tongue like an acid pop rocks candy.
Can’t complain though since all the sparkles and bubbles wake up my appetite for your taste.
Sometimes love can burn my mouth and throat like a hot empanada.
Can’t complain though since the piquancy takes me to the depths of nuances of your taste.
I’m dense darling I’m tense. Why am I so dense and tense?
Should I lower my defense when love is here to stay?
Sometimes love can stick to my lips like a frozen popsicle.
Can’t complain though since the bitter bite gives way to the sweetness of the taste.
Let’s dance darling, let’s dance, take me to dance with you.
Let’s roll together still, still love is moving ways.
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I first saw you on a stage at the opening of the curtain, standing firm,
Your hands laid on a sword with self-assurance, a light smile on your face, oh…
You turned that face to me, I saw your eyes true, saw a room with a view…
And I looked back at you, and we both fell through the air.
I do remember the feeling, it’s me now, it’s me now. I do remember the feeling, it’s me now, part of me now.
In a dinner chez Alcide, came the unveiling of the third eye pellucid.
Uncovering our lives, we were comprehending, we spent hours sharing.
We were tuning in a deep understanding, much beyond hunger and thirst.
There was no fence and no offense, only a feeling for ever.
With all of those moments of love and hate, moments that seal my fate.
With all of those feelings, you unlock my heart, now I embrace the world
And I do remember the feeling, it’s me now, it’s me now. I do remember the feeling, it’s me now, part of me now
Whatever state I am in, whatever emotion is blown on me,
Through all the pulses that come and go I do remember the feeling
I do remember the feeling, it’s me now, it’s me now. I do remember the feeling, it’s me now, part of me now.
With all of those moments of love and hate, moments that seal my fate
With all of those feelings, you unlock my heart, now I embrace the world
I do remember the feeling, it’s me now, it’s me now. I do remember the feeling, it’s me now, part of me now.
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Day in, day out, all a normal way of living
Swimming along in a pool of conversation
Breathe out, breathe in, oxygen in tiny spaces
Us and the other - that is the situation we’ve been facing
Angels we love, so many claim they’re victims of the
Circumstances - how could’ve they done otherwise?
But not us, my darling, coz our love is a row boat
And I will loosen the moorings, come with me, we leave the port
Oh! Get thy bearings, my darling, cos our ship is sailing on
Waters are turning strange and beautiful (my darling)
Don’t you know we gotta go, don’t you know we got to go
Speak out, cope with the contempt from all the lost souls
They’re all drowning, ignore the life-lines we’re launching
Interjections are all we’re allowed to come with
People, they know - as far as we see through, we can’t show them
And that’s why my darling, we can’t stay for very long
Oh! Get thy bearings, my darling, cos our ship is sailing on
Our powers melt in the sea, don’t you feel the heat is on
All that’s left is to head to the Nemo point (my darling)
Don’t you know we gotta go, don’t you know we got to go
The only place to be safe,
The far-off point of our lives together
The end of the guideline we hold on to
Towed somewhere we have no clue: the Nemo point
Oh my darling, don’t you know, we gotta go
We’re rowing, my strong sweet darling, coz you know we gotta go
Sail ahead my love, straight to the Nemo point (my darling)
Don’t you know we gotta go, don’t you know we got to go.
Don’t you know we gotta go, don’t you know we got to go.
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But the music.
Oh the music.
La musica.
The music is alive.
Aber die Muzik.
Music is the way out.
Sweet music, sweet melody (bye, hello dear).
Oh the music. A melody.
Oh the music. Music is the way out.
The love is the way.
“Love me tender, love me dear, never let me go, Love me tender, love me sweet, that’s where I belong ”
“ Nous aurons pour nous l’éternité ”.
“ For my darling I love you and I always will ”.
Aber die Muzik.
La musica.
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