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réflexion laïque

La laïcité mène à la dépravation par la destruction de tous les codes moraux et des valeurs fondatrices de notre civilisation.

Détruire la société par la dépravation a pour but d’imposer le tout marchandise - les corps s’achètent ou se louent, se prêtent et se rachètent. 

Actions menées par la minorité agissante qui elle se protège de tout ce à quoi elle nous expose pour nous affaiblir, nous détruire

Soldes

Masses décérébrées, vies dénuées de sens, consommation comme échappatoire à la dépression et au désespoir, mort morale & intellectuelle… L’ignorance devient rituelle.

Inutilité sociale, amicale et familiale. Le vide est abyssal. Vivre pour consommer. Consommer pour vivre. Et la vie commence puis se consume comme une clope éteinte par une giclée de foutre

Les cerveaux sont vides depuis déjà plus d’une génération. Trop de micro-ondes et de télévision. Évitons les ions. R-apprenons à lire

Depraved

Men ain’t cool no more, gay’s way cooler

They used to want black & white, not anymore

Androgynous is promoted in full HD & color

Washing slaves down, withdrawing any odor

Show your teeth like a striper

Weak is good then thin gets better

Homogeneous flesh & meat, brains & hits

Sounds & clips, bitches & tricks

While brains entertained blacks & whites both are lame

Sex for all at all times

Open your fat & skinny thighs

Where’s dat power you used to maintain

Not in feminists’ eyes coz bitches trying steal your minds

M had it right, you ain’t read find yourself in a dead end

Z got your cornered

CR

Prendre le temps de ne rien faire

Chacun ses démons

Et moi je roule la nuit. Il y a plus de lumières et moins de bruits.

Société de consolation

Société de consolation, où l’amour n’est plus à plaindre

L’argent vide les coeurs et l’amour n’est plus qu’un leurre

L’argent avide de corps et l’amour donne son d’accord

Une montre pour un bras, une jambe pour un bas

L’amour n’était plus là; des sheikhs rien que pour une toi

Tu étais dos à lui alors ils ont craché sur toi.

Un pute de vie en traits aigüs à la Trémois

B**** got you

Been such a while I haven’t written.

Got my heart still hiding and my pen still broken.

Where bitch be at, I’ll be at the opposite

Tryna find a cure to her venom. Ain’t found it.

Mind full of thoughts, found the devil dancing in my skull. She was hot.

House on fire be sure I wanna ignite, will make sure bitch in it 

So I can move to the next bitch. Next bicthes are always better

Not sweeter. Seems we like to suffer. Kinda bitter. 

Hell or heaven. Heels & semen.

Fear

I won’t be running to you. Nor walking to you. Never no more.

Though, I miss you too. 

Away from you. Always away from you. That’s what my old fears ordered me to. 

Current fears confirmed that’s what I must do. So, I do. Better. Without you.

Still awake. Snow flakes falling. Your tears melting. Two hearts beating.

Somewhere around two heart beats away from you. Too far, already.

A love that once was. A life full of memories. Only memories. Nothing else left.

Present is a memories maker. Future is a memories viewer. Past is always better.

The way the world goes (not) round

Want to know something? What do you want to know? Anyone can know. Anything. Anytime.

KNOWLEDGE requires learning, reading, thinking & analysing. Unfortunatelly people prefer dehumanizing TV shows & depravation.

Which way are we supposed to rotate around…? The planet? One thing’s for sure. The way world has been doing lately ain’t the good one.

By world, understand YOU, ME, US, THEM, ALL OF US.

Brainwashed. Screwed. 

Screwed because voluntarly brainwashed. Deeper and deeper. Younger and younger. Older and older. Happier and happier.

What’s the purpose of “knowing”? You tell me.

Empty brains live happily. Let the dumbing down going. Day and Night. Recently started. Actually it was this morning.

your words. my mind

Write to me and tell me how you’re doing. I’ll read you in the morning. 

Right after my coffee. Maybe before showering.

I’ll take my time. And will probably read your words several times. 

Until I know them by heart. As if your words were mine. I’ll make them mine.

I don’t mean to undermine. 

I need to have your words and my mind in line.

though

Many cities are “my type of city”. Gotta chose one though. Gotta get a visa though. Gotta fly away though. Gotta move up though. Gotta establish somewhere though. Got a life to live though. Hate being stable though. Social pressure on my back though. Socially fed up though. Fuck a pressure though. Fuck your views & opinions though. Who’s life I’m living? Yours? NO. Fuck a “though”

Word

Want to learn? Then travel. Books are good. But ain’t enough. TV documentaries are good. But ain’t enough. Everything is biased because everyone is one sided. What you need is to discover what side you’re on. Maybe a new side nobody ever thought about. Your side. Your views. Your experience. Create. Innovate. Bring change. Your change. Your life. Your mind. Your brain. Keep it independent. Make it influent.

Aéroport

Flot ininterrompu de zombies en mal de soleil
La plage au prix d’un caddie alors ils signent même sans oseille
Soumis à la tentation ils acceptent volontiers ces excès de palpation
Pétrifiés à l’idée de contrevenir à l’imposé
Ils se tiennent droits, regard suspicieux, prêt à rapporter
Ma gueule de métèque les inquiètent
Mais leurs codes, j’ai les mêmes qu’eux, très souvent en mieux
Leur pierre à l’édifice sans le savoir ils ne font que l’enlever

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Always endeavor to look behind what they put right before your eyes. When they show something to you, it is because they have so much to hide. And they’re always showing. Aren’t they?

Seek what’s being hidden. Debunk, analyze, understand, expose. That’s your purpose.

Question everything. Every single thing. Every time. Until the end. Until the end of your time. 

Who’s behind? Look behind. Make your way. Reach the backstage. Use your brain. Feel the pain.