W - word

Hate it if you must

But let me enjoy this

Writing

J'y vis encore, je vis, et c'est toujours la meme surprise.

Et commencer par voir si c'est pour aujourd'hui, en quel honneur elle viendra.

J'vis toujours des moments. Rapides, lent, on s'en fou, on en profite,

Bien ou mal, tant qu'à faire, c'est mieu que l'ennui.

Etudier la plume d'une main, la cigarette de l'autre.

Où fumer avec une parisienne sur le toit d'un HLM.

Pas presentable, pas forcement joli comme moment,

Mais le charme de ce moment est ce qui compte.

Alors courrons, courrons avec le vent. Rappellons-nous toujours de cela.

Partons, toi, moi, eux, on s'en fou, qui nous plait. Suivons les, que eux.

Ces nuages, formes envoutantes des cieux.

Les Cieux des desirs.

Créons ensemble de bons moments, long ou courts, on s'en fou.

La seule chose sur quoi on s'attachera sera nos memoires.

Il pleut de l'or, a chaque fois que tu me parle d'amour.

Tant pis, tant mieux, on s'y fait. je m'y plait a ces gouttes lourdes.

Je peux m'y prélasser, me laisser fusiller par cet eau.

De la nuit jusqu'a l'aurore. Tout ce dont j'ai besoin, c'est d'air.

Et l'air, je dois le changer, le varier, le gouter.

Comme les femmes, ou les hommes. Si facil a manipuler, mais j'en depends.

Je gache ce corps pour tout cela; que ce soit en fumant, buvant ou je ne sais quoi encore.

Plaisirs, memoires, bonheur, moments, on s'en fou, tant que ca me plait

Tell me how you're gonna live without theses? J'ai envie de dire

But i ain't gonna be just a face in the crownd,

you're gonna hear my voice when i shout it out loud:

FUCK

Skies- 25 03 2010

Bad news

Finaly somebody worth my time

Finaly somebody whom only

presence appease me.

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Pain.

No words stronger than this one.

Pain.

This is what i feel.

Screaming my guts out, to try to ease this feeling. Screaming with all my might.

Worse than a sound, a noise. A noise carrying everything in it.

tears went along.

Blood came along

But the Pain was supreme.

And now i know, that it will last till the end of my life

Oh joy.

Faust

If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son

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Action.

Boredom.

Rest.

I just realised that my life, since i got here in france, was always concerned with those words. Since i've arrived, i've always aimed for action, may it be good or bad. I just never wanted to be bored, and i never got. It may have happened, but i just don't remember those periods. That's what essential. Enjoy, remembering that i'm alive.

It's funny

Remembering that i'm alive, as if i doubted my existence.

I am alive.

I feel it.

People feel it.

People will remember. Not Eternally, but they will.

I am restless, i need my action.

This is why i fear it.

The only two thing i ever and will ever fear: dying too young, and not being able to move anymore.

Seems like i'm going to suffer typo 2.

Seems like i'll have the same thing that my mother suffers.

20 years she is constantly suffering from it.

Bones.

The back.

It started for me. 4 days the constant pain is striking me.

it was a big surprise, but i have to admit it. If i'm going to be like my mother, i can't.

She started at 30, if it happens, i'll start at 18.

Fuck, this is the one thing i'm fearing.

On Another side, shit's been pilling up

But like they say,

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

true enough. A bitch, nice name, nice ring to it.

We may call it like that.

What am I talking about? Who's the bitch?

Life is

Life's a bitch, but one thing that is for sure.

She may be a bitch, but she is so worth it.

All i got to say now is:

SHUT THE FUCK UP

I prefer yelling than acting.

You'll be surprise what anyone could do.

I'm surprised.

I'm surprise by myself.

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1977

The Bloody Beetroots

Death Crew 77

More than a group. a Rythm. Every beat, is a movement, my own beat. Every single words, are simple yet true words. " I Just want". That's it, i just want it, no further explanation needed. Simple life for a complex organism. Every beat, is a way of flowing. Awesome, Cornelius, Warp 1.9, Warp 7.7, Anacletus, Theolonidus ( King Vodoo), Dimmakmmunication, Public Enemy, 2nd Streets have No Name, We are From Venice, Domino and finaly...Warp 1977.

One

Two

THREE

MOTHERFUCKER

Simple as that, no sweat. This is just another world. Another world comming into ours. Or surely it's juste me listening to it that way. I've never been that much into a group. It's amazing. I don't consider Sir Bob Cornelius Rifo a god or whatsoever, but i do realise that he is mad skilled. He didn't made that sound "just for me", he made it for him, and for the world. I just feel it my own way, and it's worth an orgasm.

A place, A sound

A Getaway.

A place? Corum's roof. Wind. Smoke. Being only a human being dominated by the sky.

The Sky

Skies of desire.

a Sound? Cornelius, We Are From Venice, Warp 1977

1977.

A special number for me now. And Now what? I'm going to share this special moment with someone special. So special that she bears the title of Strong bond. Fuck it Shana. This is going to blow.

corum's roof

Opium

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Religion is not The Opium of the People.

Opium Is

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