February 2013
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When I grow up
When I grow up I wanna be a writer
I wanna be a rock star
I wanna be an artist
I wanna shit gold, piss wine and spit caviar
In wanna be found in a hotel room
with constellations on my arms
I wanna be cold by the time I’m twenty-seven
And snort people’s ashes like it makes a difference
I wanna be called the King, the Boss, the Master of something
I wanna own each and every one...
January 2013
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Petit Billy
Petit Billy est petit Petit Billy est gentil On embête pas Petit Billy Car Petit Billy sourit
Petit Billy aime les vieux Il leur tient souvent compagnie Petit Billy a l’air heureux Petit Billy parfois même rit
Petit Billy dort la nuit Pas toujours bien mais c’est ainsi Petit Billy se lève sans bruit Faut pas déranger qu’il se dit
Petit Billy aime ses voisins Parfois même il...
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Les vieux
Les vieux ça aime bien parler du bon vieux temps. Du temps où tout était simple. Mais tous les vieux ont dit ça. Alors tous les temps sont simples. Les vieux ça te regarde par en dessous. L’air de dire que eux ils savent. Souvent, ce sont les moins vieux des vieux qui savent le plus. Les très vieux se sont résignés. Les vieux ça aime montrer que ça sait des choses. Même si les choses elle ne...
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Pills
It is standing right next to my glass of water. I can see it smile. « Hey, you, I know we weren’t really clear at first and everything, but we’re here to help you, promise. » « It’s not like you have a choice anyway. Haha. » « Sorry, bad joke » « But you have to admit, we are really confortable » « You can’t really feel us »...
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My brain
My brain tricked me again. It made me believe that everything was OK. Well, there was this little discomfort. But nothing too serious, dear, see how we can function ? My brain is a bad person. He’s calm when I should be screaming And he’s screaming when I should be calm. That’s his idea of a joke. There is a little game we have. It’s called « Let’s take this...
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Such a nice day
It was such a nice day. The sun was shining The birds were singing And I almost didn’t want to curl up into a ball and cry. It was such a nice day. We cooked some fine food And drank good wine And I almost didn’t feel that familiar pain in my stomach. It was such a nice day We solved a crossword together And played some cards And I almost didn’t feel the gigantic gap between us....
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Fake it till you make it
Look, she must be crazy What is she doing Flashing around her brain That’s really disgusting Who are these people Thinking they can just be Sad desperate lonely Insecure and unsure They don’t have no shame They don’t know what’s right Thinking they make a stand Thinking they make a change How do they think we do Us, on the other end ? Do they think it’s...
