"While I waited, I got some snow in my hand and washed my face with it. I still had quite a bit of blood on."
Publié par fanguk à 18:50:15 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens
la preuve par rien
Publié par fanguk à 16:45:21 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens
of the city
in the night
waiting for you"
L'originale j'peux pas.
Non Monsieur, j'ai l'ouïe trop fine,
he's so out of tune I can see him dancing
then I laugh and the music is just a bad joke reminding me yours;
Quelle parfaite teenager je fait
Happy Birthday to you.
( yes, I tend to do things you don't).
Publié par fanguk à 00:52:38 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (2) | Permaliens
Rien ne resiste a un bon son (ceci est un lien, vive Marva)et un bon thé au lait de soja,
ni la Matrix, ni Baudrillard, ni les defenseurs du port de fourrure, rien !
Même pas les essays niqués.
All you need is funk and tea.
Publié par fanguk à 12:30:21 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (1) | Permaliens
Some people are at war with the ambiguous - I am at war with the obvious.
Let the gaps be filled for you if you want, but never forget to fill yours from time to time.
Read them from above, or underneath, never as the truth no one owns.
To investigate what they might mean shouldn't necessarily erase what you see, for yourself.
I don't have any answer, I am being asked to formulate precise questions and their sisters,
answer them as an engaged one.
I am not. I murmur, I don't shout. I think, I see, I am discret, I don't walk making noise.
I spread ink silently, that's how I work.
How could I not fail ?
Publié par fanguk à 14:46:27 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens
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