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Beatbox a Bruxelles par Power Beat
je n'en fais rien!
le dernier mot pour vous et alors je vais me coucher dans la nuit.
c'est la charme?
non, c'est l'expertise par repetition.
christophe
s'il avait les racines vivaces pourait-on les brûler sans qu'il en soit affecté?
l'arbre se tort sous le feu mais les flammes fuirent de lumiére.
getting about town
sight is not so important when the ears are tuned completely to the shapes of sound.
deleuze, gilles
no sabbath for the nomad.
grand sablon
kathrin takes the garbage out onto the street leaving me here with my guilty conscience.
clowning around at la corneuve
greet with a kiss
take food, water and warmth
provoke a reaction
use skin if need be
the child today still eats the apple
manges des pommes, bois du vin et danses danses danses!
it all started with kings and queens
all this is your realm and the people within it, living on it, they are your subjects.
how does that even get off the ground? accept and continue dieing. adminstration as dehumanisation let us not get carried away in the detail of paperwork and lengthy discussion. accept and continue rotting away.
broken home
ninety-five percent and still alive, still functioning creating the mutation, a digital interruption in the single parent family garnering different results.
hegel
science is absolute when it is integrated into a society as truth. that the foundations of physics; energy, mass and entropy, are indeed concepts and not things-in-themselves is a stalwart of the philosophical roots of science.. too much activity under the guise of truth obscures the phase of absolute knowledge.
burst to bleed
the new chain cutting gang incurring injury on the off beat life is never going to fit in there
hackney downs
people living here are frequenting same as anywhere location for making a buck appearing as ever above board papers in order dont bring any suspicion or tension or attention to yourself or anyone else in these walking games of train catching running chess chase in the kitchen on the streets in the metro at the bus stop running around in your dirtiest of panties never like that word she said but i could not help but repeat it to myself over and over it has a ring so real to the ear as to invoke an image immediately there is a dirty little something a japanese auto dispenser a little cheeky a little naive cute and sexy with just enough wrong to put oneself off without being crude highly acceptable language do not have to be provocative to provoke you don't have to like it do not have to abbreviate do not have to search for the lost paradise accept the paradise one is in found the world plastic making machine when the english travel anywhere in time and space they always end right back in london in an attempt to make this part of the little island worth spending your money within cannnot have claws all over the world best spent here at the epicentre well you know a lot of shit goes on down here but you and me babe we keep our noses clean our fingers busy in our own beeswax not to pay attention to smashing glass jars on kitchen floor tiles so dark grey fading to black i hope that aint permanent
how much do you know about plastics?
i would put the translation down as an influence upon the appearance of originality but let me assure that that is present only in shine.
mutate or die; shopping is patriotic world leaders say.
this ends in priscprisoprpprprisonprison.
mars one
religions as sci-fi: it just aint that bad here on earth to want to leave just yet. only when the conditions are so severe will there be a single successful attempt to create the conditions known for life on another rock hurtling around a star. mythology begins a new from the heavens.
i think it's friday
back on track, light bed and map, check check and check. love a good ol' goal kickin' day, just get a few of the little things right. a little bit of the blue skies enters the room to have a dance. in the corner.
au cafe
and alex rang and rang and rang and rang, seven times, where the fuck are you, why the fuck would you leave the apartment, alex has no key. you left as i woke up, figuring i would be here in fifteen minutes. i said i wanted a coffee so i went to get one.
theâtre belleville
an intriguing piece of adolescence from a parisian, give me back my second chance give me back my innocence.
j'ai vu une piece de theâtre à propos adolescence à paris. il a porté une thème de l'identité sexuelle et a posé des questions de consent dans un mariage.
closed door
i have all i need and am finally on my own when an advertisement finds its way into the home.
know where the gallery is otherwise how do we find the art?
a
little reminder that i am an extension of the working mechanisms from
which there is no stepping out. If I am here then it is too late;
gentrification.
no energy or spare resources for all of the culture going on outside the window in another building for the survival of objects.
in the end we would eat sand to survive
or any dirt or grit to suspend that feeling of emptiness
out long arm way
go for a walk never forget the water bottle okay dad he cannot really make it the walk was a little bit too long for him and it would be good if we could meet him halfway somewhere along the track i walked off to fetch you get this end moving i took the water i ought to have left it with them but i took it and here i drank so here i left it where i needed it where they will find it where they need to take a drink
nicht in ernst nehmen
lines running through and over the paper in front of our faces. are we hunters of history or gatherers of stories. creators of
shestory
hestory
shistory
sistoery
sisterhood of mankind
sisterhood of womankind
kind wow man
sisterhodd of woah man in kind
shistory of woah man in kind
she story of woah man in kind
she so
she so
she story
she story of woah man kind
down at buckingham
a fight for ego as god
the world is coming with me
status quo
que est ce que c'est
the best you can is good enough
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