GAMES

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Again, thinking on Modern Times, with words of Raoul Vaneigem.

ABOUT FILMS

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Detournement, a political issue...

guy debord, for the time being...

The Birth of a Nation, hear what is said...

IMAGES

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Images cover reality and desire...

Voice of guy debord. 

Horizon

Indo por indo por aí

Line Horizon

ray light

then

dark

world became black

bluesy in blackish cinder blue

words passed by, came in

talkin with me

dear knowledge, my flowers

i

mm

with U

(some people don underztand)

takin me with in me there close

like fingers dancin on a guitar

so, this human woe shadow

ashes ashes asher ashes of unlit fire

still in here

still

we goin round up down round

just goin

goin

go in

go

come

be

come

try to be you for a dream

do Not Thiink

you will never die

you can't

you

ain't

go the other way

too

stay

come

come

think

if this

yes

so

yes

see

?

(Is that so easy?!)

I donn care

no

i care

i care not!

an i cannt wait for you

hei hei babe

hei mei li

don't scratch, dear...

come, close, cool babe

sleepin

sleep dea

slee

p

magic

dream

mathemhaticall

mat em hatttti kkal

divi de

di vide

divide

3

1

4

15

not that!

just goin to sleep

sleeping

angels

&

That,

co.

Still Blogging, yeah!

Closer
just wanna see your face
babe, blue, so blue
I think I Know
your voice
your touch
c'mon babe
(sax jazzin up)
jive, river, jive
over
closer
closer
near

I
can not
stand
your
way

yeah
gotchyou

DO YOU BLOG?

-People are krazy theze dayz, he said, the punkard.
(yep, tha think a blog is a survival kit 4 the soul, i thought 2 me self)

smoke man
jizz
(ur ban folk lore - lumpenProletariat)
ye, dee p, gee, wee gotta...
drink man
kapitalist fucker's bullshit!, the yellowed haired boy shouted, gas station, deep night

on
the
road
(to nowhere, that i know, me the coroa)
ravin
white stripes
of
well designed motorways
ball' ov ye mun, zed
140
tires like latex condom rubber
in
out in
surfin wheels
ocean white coal starry
not a uk motorway - a Route

down that will b a beach
solar
salty
ours

(me. drivin.suicidal.they.don.know)
(miss lonely)
(o. yes. i. compromise)
(me)
(this)
(flesh.shit.driver)

->NO TURN<-

U
u little blogger guess what
u'r part the global static noise

DO YOU STILL BLOG, BRO?

me. VK.
blog in your banlieu
fuck thya ssystem
those fake lies
burn
burn
our plastic dome
(so we can breath in)

Taxi Man!

'M LOST!
..scream cats..
...stray memos...
....wooz me?....
TaXi Man!
C'mon TaXi Man
C'mon
C'mon
(i'm the supervisor gimme your number.............?)
-TAXI MAN!!

well
i was joking
that's my game, you already know.
Good
this
so not so strange paint
is
NoW
with
us all

but (?) then again
it will be
dead in museum
a
corpse
a
nothing
so very important

(me, i paint, & i do not lik thiz kinda ov things)
(they seeem cruel & capitalist & ...lies)

I
hope
1
ov
me
paintin's
will
b
rob
bed

yeah, i'll enjoy it

VK Productions (they R payin' me, u know)
2006, Now

I've Seen The Light!

Dark it was
the sky and life
But
(always that "but")
deep in me
I was asking 4 a 1 answer

Well, i got none.
Maybe, just maybe, i did'n have the right questions

But (that same "but")
Light Came Upon Me:
Gods, yep, just like to play dice,
oh, they do,
yes they do

Or the Youniverse could never Be
(einstein u were wrong here)

So
i'm still free
(with no answers...but it's OK)

seven seconds and your ...
songs play it

So
i'm younger than
(as matter of fact, i am not here...you krazy consumers, this iz jzust a blog!)
than
that light

(3245176524000x103 Light Years)

guess i gotta change my LSD dealer
fuckin' bourgeois reality
with so that many quid pro quo's

and
yet
slaves
with
color metallic
obnoxious (vz) automobiles

you donn exizt
u'r xadows

BUT
me
I've
seen
that
Light!

theea light ov gods
qwarqs
livia, Plurabella
qwarrqs
so many
that
this
minor
song
izen tang led
oll
ove
r

dat's itt
VK

Dead End

-dead end street, man.
Cool, rainy wet thinkin'
Bars and tertulia and gipsy women and red red wine
and
nostalgia (drunkard word)
-it's an old song of the kinks, ya know that?
-yep, -he mumbled, cigarett flashing.

Maybe Tangier
maybe nowhere
(the hot smell of hash and tea and the adventure of the words unspoken...)

Maybe in Stalag 7
maybe in a 2nd flat
stereo
view
over the other prisioners
free men, with progeniture
car down
cat inside
rats all over the condominium

-Dead end street, yeeeaah, dead end street...

Kinks music
Tangier
Vulkan...

THIS IS NOT

This is not a love story
this
is
what a love story
should never be:
misery naked
portfolio of no more lies

and yet
we, human machinery, go on
thinking
that
this
is enough

It is Not

Life, Love
is not
plastic rubber tires
nor
plastic female smile

Wars came and went
men cry and smile

and
impotent
we consume
vulgarity

modern slavery
modern survival

Are you happy?
Are you Free?
Are you ready to Live?

Why are you so coward
so normal?
Are you Human, after all?

In the end
heart & guts & smell
and
a nothing
written
on the way

You smell like shit
in a moonlight resort
3 stars sparkling
some rhum
some sex
some joy
with no future

plexiglas living

i just can't stand this bullshit of western thinking
paranoia
schizophrenia
stupidity

No More Words

-no more words, please
let me drink and smoke

i have nothing to do with your problems

i was just passing by

i saw your trouble
i saw your pain

but
the next tide is much more important
than that

sorry
me gotta go

you, i donn know

corto
me
just a blog, not Art
(keep it cool)