70 of energy is nuclear,
I got mine from the sun's rays,
Natural elements like the wind
Or the fresh water of rivers.
My true mother is the universe
Its atmospheres are my fathers
Which gives me a new deal,
br/>It's no longer the bells of Sacré CÅur that are ringing
Go up on the podium, check my new serum,
Before spit out your chewing gum.
If you be good then you will do a unicorn ride.
180° right hand tied behind your back,
Welcome to the dimension of the left-handed.
The dyslexic can be explained but little people grasp.
Metamorphic images that I put at the service
Of the nomadic spirit, the one who escapes,
Refugee from drowning.
Ho, ho, ho, no false hugs!
It's late in the evening that I record
On ampex tapes
Reactions to an environment translated
By the complexity of the texts,
Texts, headtexts...
I can't do anything about it, I am the witness.
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No need for context, pretext,
Notebooks full of texts
Complex to offend your cortex!
I am the witness!
What? What ? What ? Are you upset?
Young people are weighing themselves down by dealing their discomfort on wax.
The spalax digs galleries, I'm looking for new axes.
Fax me your news, take care of yourself wife
I've seen too many people with the blues end up with their heads on the lawn!
Witness of a moment slipping between the filaments
Light of a disappointing film with in the background
Extras adhering to the ambient paranoia.
I take the mic and my asbestos suit,
Slide into the slot, become a film 'terror,
Snake between the thighs of the beginners.
I feed with my crew the reflections from below.
Check our interviews, the bass drum
Shakes you,
No I can't see blurry...
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It's a bit like mammoth,
We crush what you cost.
At all costs we disgust you,
No doubt you fear.
We destroy you like in Beirut.
The fovea of u200bu200bmy eye captures the action, freezes it, records it
Unlike ministers brings vibes
In a sinister climate.
Different linguists twist on the track,
The vocalist insists as the strikers would.
The position of each person is specific to his or her condition.
The writing is like a hook
looking for a thought.
Lie to yourself, you'll see where it leads.
A person's dilemma
br/>Concerns the one it impregnates.
Take it like a bath...
Be careful, watch out your ear bleeds.
The human being judges very quickly, understands slowly,
Gets angry easily, and quickly loses
His childish faculties.
What is left for me besides staining
My sheet of ink?
I was much better fetus
In the nuptial liquid of the womb,
Today, I am living physical matter
Creation activity focuses the ambient hostility.
The luminous being withdraws
And leaves you alone on the threshold.
With in your hands a collection of poems
For learn to dominate your pride
And finally travel in the transparency of a leaf.
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