\'\' Without the idea of suicide I would have killed myself long ago ! \'\'
( Emil Cioran )
This is a soft concrete cushioning the jolts of reminders
where phrases crash together in manic phases .
So , I\'m gona throw back an anxiolitic mojito
that will me make me dream about strange thinks
undressing Mona Lisa ...
Undoubtedly some unhealthy projection of the \'\' That \'\'
picked up somewhere in a Stephen King delirium ...
Faced with this kind of permanent suffering from indifference,
Suicide is an alternative or there is still life ...
A question haunts me and which I have not found
a final solution :
In which life was I happy for the last and only faith ?
Ar(chao)logy of malaise is a fascinating alchemy
but risky when scaling the peaks of collapse...
Locked in swampy introspection I never knew
how to escape into the face of another ...
The Riga magician sacrificing his queen
has always posed a tactical problem to me...
How to conjugate an intense future
with puppets dissolving at dawn in my present
and always pretend that yesterday will come again ?
But all this is just a vague illusion mercilessly
merchandised in the scynical of the sound...
That was straight up wild ,
I know that in reality nobody gives a damn ...
The pressure crook has come out of the closet ,
at what temperature will he implose ?
Mayhem keeps rolling in my daily madness ...