Solitudes

RÊVE AFRICAIN


Au cœur de la nuit il explose
Foudres argentées, ressac dans mon cerveau
Ecrans de cuivre lacérés, mémoires-mondes
Enfouis dans les lits étoilés du temps,
Diamants-feux-de-nuit séduisent mon âme.
Pâle esquisse d'un vaisseau --- passe la peur
Sur des vagues de couleur
Englouties dans les puits de lumière,
Bourdonnent et reculent dans l'esprit,
Fredonnent et reculent dans le temps,
Bourdonnent et fendent la nuit.
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UNHOLY MISSIONS

I want to be burried in an anymous crater inside the moon

I want to be build miniature golf courses on all the stairs

I want to prove that Atlantis was a summer resort for cave
men.

I want to prove that Los Angeles is a practical joke played
on us by Superior being on a humorous planet.

I want to expose Heaven as an exclusive sanitarium filled
with rich psychopaths who think that can fly.

I want to show that the Bible was serialized in a Roman
children's magazine.

I want to prove that the sun was born when God fell asleep
with a lit cigarette, tired after a hard night of judding.

i want to prove once and for all that I can not crazy.