Manifesto 34

I celebrated the universe without thinking about how consumed it was by materiality.

This season in hell left me suffocating, throwing myself under the mutilated men’s feet.

Only master of my own fantasies, the new art has covered the hands in order to subdue it.

The spleen that takes it away is immeasurable.

The brain deconstructs, I see the harvest sowing bits and pieces in my grilled spirit. 

Yielding to the misfortune of his screams, I redefined my vision of life.

Freedom has given me an ideal of a new start that began with the crippled’s moans.

I hear the teasing laughs exulting.

Deconstructed aesthetic devours the disabled’s soul who wanders in hell’s spiral.

Now I find back the poetry in the storm, disgorging itself onto these beasts, who are sinking mouth wide open. 

The smile, cut into billion pieces, will silence them forever.

And I will go and pick new verses in the eternity of the hidden place I have drawn.

Doing justice to the stabbed body, which has unleashed torrents of dark blood of despair.

Venom streams down my veins and devours the motionless corpse which has put out the burning candles that shone light on me.

CAR ACT AIR 

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