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| Written by KeïKo | |
| jeudi, 29 novembre 2007 | |
 Here's a text you'd rather pay attention to: Reflexion on the 300... "And of ancient fires which encircle the chasms, these éployés abysses which dance under the naked one, and in which plunge our civilizations, these abysses which resist, in a duty to be meaning the force of the Life, the ornament of alive, the Human being, all harmonious faces shaking the yoke of cruelty, carnal and cultural interbreeding of ignorance and the silly thing coupled, this strange constellation whose languages are only signs, disastrous heresies for the Empire of the Life, penmanships of the major acculturation seeing the human one only as takes part of nothing, ivory, and of the forces of number, releasing their menses of slaves conditions advancing in hordes multiplied, undifferentiated, on grounds of to become, floods continuous broken by direction victorious, defense inalienable of Freedom, this Freedom that nothing can destroy in spite of the numbers, the ill-considered efforts of the tumults, feeling reluctant the conditions of the atrophies which arise, drunk fury and of blood, intoxication born of this madness which under the human condition atrophied finds its bulwark, permeable osmosis with all corruptions, all the dejections, all the exactions, universes without return which found the destruction in their tinsels, ivory, there in the weakness incarnated to respir it herds which roll themselves in the sordid one and in mud, free intention of purulent waves which fail in their seraglio the intelligence, the achievement, orientation, if such an amount of to become to it instinct even atrophied to him which sees them with the resemblance of formless, in lower part of the animal kingdom, being pleased with their bubos and their scrofules, nectars of their queens and kings, nectars of tender which found them in these waves which break, with continuous floods, against the irremovable ramparts of Freedom river of the Identity, that they cannot include/understand, ignorance mother of their tender, being their goddess, the lie their priestess, whereas in their crucible death parades, officiating the plurality of its worships in which they are engulfed, if believer of some disabled person knowledge which they think carrying the reason of the worlds, worlds which they want to work with their image, with their mask delirious and grotesque that they call the “life”, poor life in their place, in their god, being consumed in dust, there, here, further, scum of an infinite and multiform disease, the disease of the intelligence, this intellectual AIDS of which they are the idealized representatives, AIDS inoculated, brewed, imposed, legislated, to satisfy the tyrannical capacities who rock them, them wrap, develop them, in their making accroire their splendor D degenerated mental, in a infatuée matrix sweating the fear, terror, puant death, insupportable carapace which is crushed against this inaccessible rampart that one names Freedom, source of the Identity, principle of any Sovereignty, source which they would like to destroy but of which they will not manage to in no case to start the future, because driving powerful of this Life which they ridicule while wanting to project it in the refuse which is their privileged place, refuse of their reign which will be never the reign of alive, of the Life, the Human being and Humanity, moving victorious on theirs slags born of nothing and which will turn over to nothing, the Life not being able to be satisfied with their involution to thrive, the Life forsaking at the night their bleached bones with the lime of their cruelty, in order to hatch the Human one and not its simiesque caricature and without a future!" Written by: © Vincent Thierry Read the source... Need kind of meditation... Kiss and Peace KeïKo |
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