Wednesday, January 7, 2015



Cetvies                             © 2005 – 2014
Inthenameofhumanrights © 2005 – 2014
Cettevies                          © 2005 – 2014

I think it is so great, that babes book is back inside a gay sites.
it is not that i want to avoid the other ones, but I think that we all go mostly into them as workers, or just since when socializing the odds are very much that one is gonna end up hanging about the other side-sorry but the topic is still polarized.
yet, again, it is not at all that i disapprove anything nor anywhere, and i don't know if you feel the same, I haven't been in London enough to be sure of that, but don't gay places tend to close down more than open?
I am happy to go where i may participate in keeping one of the places where one (in this case the discreet if not silent minority) might encounter its potential partner or brother in arms-in case of further recession.
Explanation on why gay people want their places.
Because without, no more way of getting together and the prospect of marrying or living even.

Special upbringing in order to conceal ‘atypical behaviors’. Problems focusing on the from, form
Leading to
Amorphical minds
And though process destroyed.

Treating her as one’s puta.
Because the day I treat her as my wife, I would have to give her every of my values.
The day she quit me, who is gonna be left, who?

Homos despised as religions authorized themselves to grant or not morality power.
In the sanctuary that despite the love of God, erect payable status, like marriage, or the mass you’ll attend to in giving you a sense of spirituality while avoiding social justice- non-sense.
 Like the jokes, harmless, they said, but to whom you have to smile more than cry. The jokes and easy subject, just here to divert the attention from the veritable drama of corruption and deperdition.

The greek mythology as a mirror for the struggle of the souls.
Like African art made from wood, nomadism and terra cota, as for fabric mark the colors and patterns of the spirits’ tales. And the lionness’fight, as there is no a wolf alive northern.
Act and mind.

The peak from what you ll have to reassess your all life and the acuteness of commitment and revamping of integrity facing the election of one’s partners.

On psychological bargain and falsified torment:
Well, now they may well all die, because me I suffered enough from the barter of wedding.
When personal fulfilen is the play of societal conditionment, enhanced rivalries, and autonomy mockery.
On materialism and corporalism. If I haven’t got a patry…I haven’t got nowhere to lie on.

The Hitler salute, when performed in crowd, is intimidating for the each one who find themselves behind other guy, hailing bendingly, biaisly.

Alienation, when manuals (practitioners) are not allowed to think, and intellectual (theorists) are not allowed to do or apply.
This world is fantasist.

He judges the information the other was imparting, as puerile (peril) and irrelevant, impudique, even,  and did not acknowledge that this disclosure was for nothing else that for his own sake, for him to have a better reading of its own past and present gesture.
He did not want to know, he did not want to speak or to think, investigate, ask about it.
And, end in judging what he claims was in-discreet.

The superbery of state-of-art, the reward for its guardians, and no paths left unexplored.
Labour, slaves owner.
Conservartive, s.s.crap active.
bon faut s arreter de deconner, le vegetarism ou bien l’enfer
enfer = inferno in France,                        enferme = lock up.

University, privileges while studying lost its meaning and common sense.
Public good.

Massage nervous, fibrous, glanderous area, joints, face, scalp, eyes, temples, near and around organs, bosom, throat, thoracique cage, kidneys... to keep fit, functional in between the washing duties.

One outfit is enough
For somebody to be FASH ion.
Or not to be.

Just a word.
I told you there was another single honour human rights ba at the uni of east London.
While it is still advertised on the net, they just scrapped the program like at roe.
University, privileges while studying lost its meaning and common sense.
Public good.

Massage nervous, fibrous, glanderous area, joints, face, scalp, eyes, temples, near and around organs, bosom, throat, thorax cage, kidneys... to keep fit, functional in between the washing duties.

If I could pray.
‘Speaking at the country’s largest diamond mine, President Khama accused the Bushmen of living a ‘life of backwardness’ ‘a primitive life of deprivation co-existing alongside wild animals’, and ‘a primeval life of a bye [sic] gone era of hardship and indignity’

On insisting and emphasing.
I told you there was another single honour human rights B.A at the uni of east London.
While it is still advertised on the net, they just scrapped the program like at roe.

 Therefore no ba single honour anylonger,
No M.A as pushed as with the B.A single honour student.
Result, the death of the speciality.

 Yes, for your German student, it could have been seen as a Treaty of VERSailles reenactement.
Thinking of the afterwards w'hole O-(sales) cost', and wall for barbary, both sides of the scie (Axe).


When standing
Play with the pressure in the whole body (ex: the feet-its contact on the floor, the knee, don’t let its joint collapse under the gravity and squeezed its own flesh, but reinforce its compactness and connections) wushu, tai-chi techniques.

You know about ‘idealism’ I read in baylis book on international relation that it was used to portrait a ‘liberal’ opposing to ‘realist’ school. funny?

You are homo, you cannot have children.
Don’t worry, I ll adopt one from the sewage.
On heterosexual system parentage model.

We are waiting for new prophets.
Yes, yes, waiting.
It died once, it d die again.
Waiting, waiting for it to perform yet, just like brought to us over a tray.
No, no, no one wants to be picked up.
The nice, the fair, here the innocent would be slashed away.
Maybe prophets, but what is more to reveal more than us being bad to what is next to dilapilated?
To be devil.
As for the angel, we have one figure, it is to reach not to order.
On the simple command of respecting a realm, of which what has been touched by the human, is in more than much disarray.

It ideas

Homosexuality linked with incest, as the love we hold for one’s partner is hopefully as strong and pure than the love hold for one’s heirs.
People suppressing homosexual feeling will tend to compare the love they would give to their parents or siblings.

However one can be believe for long that the confusion between pedophily and homosexuality is the fruit of imbecility, lack of thinking, intellectual laziness or perversion, traumatism residue or whatever but in a secure society where people are free from marrying the guy next door (the at last heterosexuality freedom but not as free as it appears since not able to do without torture over others’ heart and feelings), this confusion cannot be more terrified than hypocritical lies.


11 September 2001
11 September 1973, coup d etat of Pinochet and the C.I.A, murder of the legitimate president Augusto Pinochet.

For example, the right to work is in every comprehensive major international treaty.
Have you heard a lot about it you?
So, isn’t it that this its a little bit estrange?
Led by nice-polite and proper- people.                  Pumplish, pompous
Nice and bizarre.
On led or fled.

Moral law , ought to be
                Th ought.
Th                               e  o.

Humanity law.

Nu n no.

Nu and no.

Paroles, n parades.



Any way, it is because I take my job very seriously and it takes all my time; I think there enough people in need, and i consider any person like my relatives.
I have worked five years with children, and now I pursue my study.
To w-rite and travel where one’s education is needed for ambition.
To do love children and more aged, some activities are too adventurous to enable to have children on one’s own. Sown.
In the circumstances of taking one’s job seriously and solve needs like any, the many persons are relatives.


Faites attention tot ou tard ils vous traiteront comme une renegat.
Be careful sooner or later they will treat you like a renegade.
H se comporte comme la pire des especes parfois vous savez.
H behave like, as, the worst of the species sometimes as you know it.
Ils chassent ou s’ignore en groupe.
They hunt or ignore each other but stay in group.
Restez detachee. Par pitie,.
Be, prove detached. By, and for pity.
For the silence remain, whispers for the crowd are all the same.
An opportunity for lose cowardice scene.
I beg you. Don’t think, nor feel.
At least for this story. Ariadne, without her discretion and her maze secret, theseus (n est rien) is damned.
 Taisez, niez rien.

The sportspersons so well paid, dressed like the royal family, awaiting honorific medals, or better knighty.

In defence of the French, a lot has been said about the way their workers have been better protected.
But if as a worker you start proposing to go beyond on fix assignment, or simply to try to follow closer the ethics of your profession, then every staff- won’t like in other countries say you are breaching the rules, no their set-up will more be to say: “but I don’t think you are coping, are you under too much stress, are you alright, have you seen a doctor, they are definitely bonkers, let’s fire that.”

Human rights theorists say again that the problems with human rightsare to be told to be western centred.
And then in the one or two remaining university teaching them as a from the first year speciality, the only perspectives and examples taught are western philosophy, history, social sciences, politics...

Much are complaining about the hegemonic action of the western interventionism.
In fact they are not saying do and serve the us when they are well intentioned.
When they are well intentioned, they are saying do like us.
Take a ridiculous, uncitizen, undemocratic, idiot behaviour at work and you will be like the rest of the employees.
A paid yes-yes man, or crushing element that could improve human conditions.
Because what they call work is to do just enough, to make the more money out of it.

This world is not mad anylonger, it is dying.
On hypocrisy.

Once upon a time, When Hobbes was a nice boy.
In London, a few months ago.
For whom have still money enough to use the metro, in the underground, in front of millions of commuters’ eyes to feet, an advert, an enormous banner posted, staying for ages, in every random station, a perversion, a question posed by ‘The Economist’ magazine-rag
‘Are you for or against organs selling?’
What do you think about the content of this proto(zoo-ere)-philosophy?
Pro to Nazi.

How do you think it is ever possible this to have circulated in front of the population without generating a big debate on how to punish and ban such incitement, allegiances to experiments, crimes, maiming, routine and glamorous commerce on torture , slaughter, genocide, annihilation of all integrity?
Presented as the price to pay to go on with a life compulsorily-officially the product of cannibalism and self-be-tray-ed.

We’ve en-listed.

The ones who don’t or ascertain their not understanding, confusion, vagueness and blurring are the potential buyers.
The same that hatch policies to do their opposite in practises.
No hypocrites, dishonesty.

N.B: did you know that the human rights students made a project on euthanasia.
Comment: it was only on terminal diseases, as like they literally said ‘their organisations was not yet exponential enough.’

About the rise in the fees for education.
Unemployment + rise in fees = illiteracy
No more (economically, party) independent research, programs.
They always started like that intellectual alienation.
Next research on how lobotomize, euthanized, and nick the people, more and more.
Those politicians here for the wages, the population symbolic whores.

Salaries, the remnants. Paid by who? What for?
Exchange skills without possibility of conscience since the fasch will hold everything.
Do you want to eat? Eat your neighbourgh, your parents. Eat everything and everyone if you don’t want eat to be you.

Demonstration London against the rise in academic fees.
Police truncheon a university professor causing him a traumatic stroke.
Intellectual annihilation, they always begin by that.

What will be the new sponsorised research on? Lobotomization, euthanasia?

In London for the kids without money, nothing to do.
Nothing to do, a simple activities would cost their parents’wage.
Nothing to do but play blades.
And kill the surplus.

Oh, no, we won’t go as far as that.
 We are future teacher demonstrating, and we will have to shush tens of dozen cases of pedophily and domestic abuses, or only grave difficulties, chanting our psaumes on confidentiality.

We are all the same.
Serving alike monster.

We talk about democracy that are in fact no much than oligarchy (the dictact of a insignificant few over the voluntarily blinded rest) with a right to vote for them.
By, for the people. Through.
In absence of genuine politics-non-profitable, the people is.

Education for all.
The fact that universities are gonna cost more than the average salaries might afford is only the clue of future but foreseeable restrictions.
Nowadays, every one try and relieve themselves thinking of that they just will need to mortgage their diploma ascencion, but this is only thinking produced out of the ruins of logical and honest stances on the fore-cast-able.
Once this unaffordable fees will be in customs, what else?
Because in fact that does the obligatory sentences of having to ask and be dependent from banks loans mean?
It means that in a while the bank will pass you under their psychological, intellectual, ideological tests in order to assess or assure the potential that the elected or not to the loan application would bring to their financial perspectives of a return of investment.
In clear ensure that the guy will be the next shark, nice and ready for vampirizing the next human feeding field- other workers, share-holders, consumers, slaves or beggars (someone big cat-inspiring=a zero rate on scruples)
Who will graduate? For what kind of occupation? Policies and practises? One hope remaining- praying for our salutes.
Knowledge imprisonment for further annihilation.

For cast.
Castle, ecarteler.

Forecastable through admitting that in this land of yes-yes man if not you are dismissed, even if you tried to protect the very ethics of your profession, we are, when we are, only rich slaves, or poor slaves obliged to kill and discriminate to get the left-overs, or to go on practising our ‘jobs’ the way they are aggravating our dooms over all.

Remembrances on holocaust, no more survivors as the time has gone.
What about millions dead of starvation in Ukraine, china, genocide in Croatia, kosova, Cambodia, Armenia, Somalia, Rwanda............
How come that none of their survivors come and attest of the failure of all the states?
Do you know where they might be foundable. In pseudo psychiatric hospitals because their traumatisms has been too violent.
Though don’t think one can beneficiate from psychological help.
Whatever you are giving in that you could be about to murder someone or yourself, or that you have been repeatedly raped and assist to the murder of your own family, who is for you to try and cry it.
A psychologist appointed once a year if you have got enough dexterity to ask it nicely.
One day I wanted to direct a woman repeatedly raped when in Burundi during a genocidal attaks.
I try to contact in London the academics looking after such post traumatic problems.
They did not even care answering my email, saying she is too poor to secure a specialist professional.
I have been wondering what the perspectives of their researches are since then.

Women when hail as sensitive, in the case they would not take the rubbish and whims, and thus get ready to label them unfeminine in the sense of inhuman.

God’s joke.
Everyone is from the same family and left without spiritual choices than this divinely reason for love is enough even in a life show of infamy.

Irish for Poorer.

Completely economically and therefore ideologically empty.
Sucked, yes of course, but what about being over that, completely stuck.

The laws that bring into danger people from having formed relationships (interdiction of personal matters when you are colleagues, or simply accept a book that a client would recommend you) are to constraints people into ungenerous, unspontaneous reactions. Mistrusting everybody as the law could reproach you friendship or civilities in the frenzy of the complaints leading to firing when each time a risk has been for the taking.
Conventionalism barring love and exploration from our daily relation (ah if I could date my prof) defend us to believe and thereby constructing beauty and glorification to the level of the feeling experienced.
The eunuchs, vacants.

Yes, soon a world without homos.
Would be a world of eunuchs, that day, lay.


-I am in love so much with you, so deeply, but I can’t.
-no wonder about the machismo as the monologue of last resort.

I became machist as a last way of resort. Because adoring the wife marriage was supposed to propose, and them preferring money, comfort, or subservience of mine towards the system of providing for the crooked. To protect myself, to preserve me from what they love more than I could be.

Each time I read power, I think of her. Being in international relations studies, it is a pain. Undescribabble.
When conjugal life has for all inspirations, everything that make you believe in religions and swear on the           bible.

Loving this house, this place, like I would love partners.
And with the same passion, wooing it as my pair.


 When I think that it was a split second for my pseu-‘do be ‘it’’.
But ok, infinite thoughts, that’s good. It should have been found.

Llust hurry

Lied to, imprisoned, blackmailed.
By the one that have, that, could have, been loved.

I feel one instant that for the love of this (my) woman
I would start having a decent living.
And it is when it makes me decide (again)
To do anything to save our child.
Not middle class, meaning.
Ready to live in a block-house or no females could enter.
Even not her.
Why so monstruous?
Battle the vampires.
This guy that accuse corruption having made politics a formal terror.
If they are not corrupted asking millions to protect the people, it is not from politicians, not from the society, but mafia         gracie          sparing.
And if they are not corrupted, then they are not human, so is the hour of crucifying.
When one calls for pardon, it is to god not to satan.
As satan him does not know the pardon, and it would eat me for having nodded to the next in power to kill my parents for the environment to be doomed for ever and ever, with my children inside out the space opening onto the mirrors of the human race alone had produced for itself of horrors.
The torture is coming since the human beings could not even recognised the establishment of equality for themselves and between. Now, no longer humans, the mutants like the titans will crush like mountains mocking a mouse. Finish with our electricity, the next to be tested, the kings of the sacred dese-crated.
Dei-created, crater, of the earth we have condemned-hated.

Be the one to say let’s do something good because everyone is doing bad.
But what would be our position if everyone was trying to do good?
Equilibrium and fear of the vacuum or vertigo.

The annoyment with love is that if they were to touch you.
 The solution finally would be for me the machine gun.
It is why the arranged marriage and company, the all strategies rendering us sick and sacked and sad at work or in the civil society or in the family, preventing love, the absolute humanity in revolution this would be.
The problem now it is that we need to overdo, surpass ourselves to avoid being nicked and pinned by this former discussed, converse average.

Disc used.
Disc lose.

In dept.

It is dolorous to know you
As I am fatedly alone
That you are the split second of being the perfect girl, or maybe ante since you remind me that as much as I have reason to fall, it will never stop, only for my finding being scavenge-red, crushing, spreading, thousands times, parcelled apart.
Elle, hell.
On Osiris and how the fall is life in mash.
Better not to know, or do anything but await death to come.
The one that people say to be evil whereas they mock life.
Death epie, surveille, and will get son trepas.
Death will die the day you will say yes, even under the possibility of being attacked for that.

I ll imagine you and me in the center of a city.
And like now, I told me ‘please, please, go’
But I cannot because you haven’t seen but even in the center of the center at rush hour, there is only you and me.
I follow you, I cannot, I am too afraid to be alone.
I follow you my love rhyming with ma vies.

The Jewish people might have been targeted, as it was very difficult to enter their groups.
The pass-over of the conversion possibly operating through the marriage to females, females that will traditionally marry less in exogamy way that men, travelling and dealing more with outside economy, could.
If I cannot enter your groups or if I cannot pretend to a woman- let alone the heirloom and so on, passion has been dictacted so much by families and much more by love stories.

If I cannot have my family say the outcast, I ll become your death, like you have been mine.
The fire in my heart promises me to come back, even th(r)ough body changes, even after suffering and die.
I am already buried from being made enduring a life without the prospects of happily marrying.
Death is something I know, through there, will come.

Seth is a one from the underworld.
It does not mean it is bad.

Smelling, smelling.
At the same time, thinking, feeling.
All that brings me out of me.
Time I am in elle
Le paradis. Your part add to this.
Parade of ma vie, since elle, render it eternal. Merci.

La guerre des guerres.
         Ders   des  ders.

The jewish people might have been targeted as it was very difficult to enter their groups.
The pass-over of the conversion possibly operating through the marriage to females, females that will traditionally marry less in an exogame way that men, travelling and dealing more with outside economy, could.
If I cannot enter your groups or if I cannot pretend to a woman- let alone the heirloom and so on, passion have been dictacted so much by families and much more by love stories.

if I cannot have my family say the outcast, I ll become your death, like you have been mine.
The fire in my heart promises me to come back, even through body changes, even after suffering and die.
I am already buried from being made enduring a life without the prospects of happily marrying.
Death is something I know, through there, will come the means my soul looked for its vengeance, resurgence and love.

have to do research on vodun.

La guerre des guerres.
         Ders   des  ders.

We own half of hell.

everyone was calling him pedo, sexpest, and he did not quite deny, even he kind of admit it.
Theory, the woman are not prostitute if they have to perform sex for money, they are just getting by. Prostitutes are licensed.
The lure,                hidden
Something derouting though is that he did not have the behaviour of someone completely criminal in his sexual behaviour, so you though no, he is not.
The tick? Sexpesting was not the speciality.
Speciality was lying and manipulating, profiteering in fact, let people believe that he was such only for them to think of his behaviour that he could not be it, what was underlying was any random cruelty. Down to the most, worse of the lots, ye, ultimately.


We own half of hell.

Using a word such as ‘big society’ (reminder people paid so much to council on communication.
Big, as fat, as saturated society and clogged democracy.
Big as fat cat.
Big as big fish in relation to small fry.
Big as big brother, a society of the nip in the bud real travail and creativity.
They warn us, they get us ready, for the big slaughtering house. And with a smile, like the cows, it just to notice better the spark that still reveal that you are terrified-but resigne (resigned).

I will have to stop, he certainly wants to be the best friend and husband.
He would not find that in me, even if he could find his most devotee.
I am faithful, I am loveful, it is just that convention and me...
He could not show me, my diploma, their resulting, in an aberration of the ladder with its scale of distinguished savagery.


She could be expecting a flower slid under her door seal, a note, an attention.
But since she knows of me everything, since I could give her the sky.
My only honest envy is to slam open the wall, and yell ‘take me’.
For the love of Christ, take me, for me to feel forbidden from the hell that otherwise is (h)as eaten, is eating this rest of energy.
For the love of Christ take me, this is only for you, the half that I have to give to a human, for the other could bring us toward eternity.
Lead and bring us, and let us be. Divine as the infinite thought and feeling that guide all ceremonies.

This love that my wife bears and that belonged to my patry.
The lands that permit us out of the death that deserve those who make perish. Or let it to be evilly touched.

My fear, the utmost horrid Esperance or expectaction. To give my life to my writing and grow old taking heed of that I ‘ll be good for the false note, the purgatory, without a doubt, but perched on the thickness of my words and phrases, tilt to the Hades, why not?

She did not want. After all that, she did not.
Taking her by force, not for nothing but show that not that I was physically stronger, but what can one do when someone turn up to dress up as a fighter?
To stop before everything, everything but the violence, the betray, the weakness of this attempt tempted having.
To stop.
To have so many cares, to be such aching.
For being more empty that a bottle vide.

To find my counterparts.
As melting means that they will have me repair-ed.
                                                                                      Short and head.
And that in their readings, I lll look for providing their aches with my cover.

I for so long believe in marriage.
That even after years of it to be gone and wells. After having spent years and years, second after seconds howling, begging, crying to the moon for it to last its spell.
After an after-life, considering life as being void without him.
I see the benefit and freedom of divorcing. At last. Being in an able state to stand before another and stipulates, “I am alive, before I lived, my anterior? One, many failures, but one entirety, the love, ability, courage and perseverance that it has taught to me and my bribe.
Love you, but if you write my name.

Millions and millions of times. No times by times by person, my inner told me it may, it is the life of your love nad versa.
You are here, in front of my mind, the morning, the evening, each breath I truly deem.
And you know what I am waiting from the next ploy?
I wait that it finally kill all hopes for joy. As life tamed, I see you as I love you, as much as if you were and are the foundations for my sight-see-in. And this same voice that cannot be pondered, that whispered it’s her, the end. b
Since again she gon(e)na disappear, vanish with all the good that could keep me warm. Of course they all are still, but myself turn cold on my couch. If one day she’d touch, my resurrection would be up to the day she would say ‘come in’. And in. Side by side, I ll turn and placate as virg-in as one new, but no so new, as my mum was my exegete.

The teachers:
It is not one case in their carers that they will have daily blatant signs of their students and pupils to be beat up or worse at home.
It is tens cases a year.
And what do these bastards. Because we are in right to think they are here to educate the people.
No worries am not saying judge and punish (as anyway the neglect in the other institution else that the family), I am saying help.
Oh yes but you see, it is not our fault we are not linked with the social services.
They are paid to convey to the population a false feeling of security, thinking if the teachers stay shush is that they are alright our baby.
Bonds and securities.

these politicians claiming millions to pretend securing the people.
The whores of the nations.

We could even not make love.
As we were as halves.
I was waiting like one waits the last day to be delivered from the last jugement and be conducted where I was to go on finding. It was that, pray.
As when I ll de-serve only see her as my half then it will announce the end of a journey.
Ready to go beyond all sources, and all the strength and forces peered before, returned in her p(A)lace.
                                                                                                                                                                           Professor and will be goodess.
What shall I do to know it? Wait in aperture. Await that no doubt could stole that I endure.
I wish you d be my last. Even if my virginity meant that this solitude would perjure.
Be ti the last tie I adjure. The last I conjure and implore, please leave me sole and sane, as if I condole once again my console of hoping the next to be you, then my live, all of it would have been abandoned too.


Ceremony of mumyifcation, only permitting in a ritual and controlled way, study of anatomy and organs...preservation.

She is dictacting that, for the sole, seul, yseult, soul, I had.
My heart if I occult
Hit ya, for her to significate her emoi. Et moi.
Moeurs. She could think I love before but ney. I just try to find someone would could take it, the debris.
My and nativity

If I was asked to carry you for miles and miles, without you be able to rest a foot.
Like the cross, a fall that crushed.
And with it the end of my life but beginning of et ern ity.
                                                                                    Et earn it.


There is as much debate at work or in the civil society than what humans prefigure of the debates undertaken by the ants communities.

You would be the one who I could lead any fight but for the cause of the orphans not the abusers, seeking to be antis.

Minimizing their work at the expense of others’ or general degradation.

I don’t want to sleep, I ll see you in the morning after.
I don’t want to waste this time so near, nearer from sensing you, in this reality, where I am allowed to site facing you. I don’ t want to sleep as when this finished, I will have to wait seven days, nigh, in which no sound I deem except the one that drift onto my ear and that I suppose is the tone I am linked with, perhaps mere souvenir.
La voie de vous appartenir.
The path of belonging, relentless as it seems, the scene of sufferance, lost in remembrance.
Jee, like j-ouis

‘here educated people use their intelligence to avoid risk, to accumulate power, money, privilege. We call it security.’ ‘that makes our choices sound less cowardly, not so greedy.’

-Besides revolutionaries tend to be scared of love. Not ideal love. Love, period.
-even if those who love them want to work with them?

‘you look like your beloved just arrived’
‘it is a beautiful read’
‘ideal. Ideas’
‘nazism, the slave trade’

 Ayi Kwei Armah. (1995) ch 4: Set: Osiris rising. Per ankh.

And if he reanimates, as she is he, whatever may. For you, for me, homo, hetero, love is unique, a unit that without all be massacre in one second and nothing the second split later.
If I teach ya, it is because I have got only that.
And without you, she would be killed, my wife, the way I saw, awe, the lord, a it, it but this time meaning all.

I have to stop, I still dictate, what is in my head, because without it, her for my case, him if you want, my soul, my half, the organ of all and every happiness. But if you derogate my right to love, I will with my heart, brain, with all that can be taken, I will, I swear will kill you.
I am homo as much as you dumped my sister, my brother to be unlike you. To be inferior as I d like to snap buriying you.
It is the end, and this hetero family have proven one thing, they kill their own projet.
I am in love with someone who could not introduce me to its mother. With all the strength that the ideal of a perfect family I d like annihilate you, mon frère.
It s finished, my inferiority built in my non alliance will explode while your engagement are going to smell tombs, snakes affames.
If I had a family, I d do everything for my neighbourgh to be as happy as a man well married. And my wife me the lesbian, has to count on me to be worse than draculi, just in order to protect our nest, a nest where our babies is as human as the rest, the lot, who fear him alike to be.
Mercy on me, on her, on him, on that, if not what will drive, I ll drive you up to folly.
Mercy on your children that you compel to love the manners that will bring money.
Whores in a word, nuts in a sentence, but beware that betray love, is the death penalty not light sentence.
It will suffice, no thousands pages to understand that one don’t sell one’s soul twice and an half, na.
Ok, it is good, you ve heard now, and once in your blood, once you ll have recalled how many times you manipulate, you spoil, piece of this eternity, so let’s it be lead you back to little more simplicity.
But if too slightly then let me add, that you rotten purse, your body in one peace will not last.
Piece, peace.

I am there hanging between go on with my study empty of you, or go on studying you emptying it, me, everything around with value.
I d have chosen to be spared, but why not? The monstruosity of human lives will not last. Telling apart, and be told at its turn. One sole, once, a redeem, to die in hoping finding you.
. per iod .
G od is my savior, be it my woman, wo led me to it, or at least at its figure, ash, ion, lead, (e)at.
I am not a feminist, for me it s a woman, be it a man for you, for her, I am like her man, even if the others like an indoor servent d rather me to be con-duct-doct-dict.
The men are servants, but if I am writing it is that I am without the aim of all of it, my wifey. And without a wifey, that threat everyone to happen, ok, is the end of this world, that no one could take, as they, me, her, ya, suppress up to the last honest word.
Ca ira. Les ariscrato on les aura.

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