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FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2002 WE
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 131 YEAR III EDITORIAL
MOM: You must realise that all the vicissitudes of life, all the things I
had to accept in order to be someone, to have…well, old age must be that. Cero
Group wants to programme old age so that when one enters into old age (that
isn't going to be at 50), then it makes a concession so that it allows the guy
to do all that he had been progressing on, all that he had been putting together
during his life, which isn't a bad idea, I would use it in Social Security. The
other day, all the people jumped at the PP representative because he said that
women should be paid less unemployment subsidy because they live longer. Then,
do you see? that is the thought of the State, but my thought is to make them
live longer, it is contradictory with modern states, despite that the modern
states cannot stop the development of medicine. How can they stop the
development of medicine? They make a generation live up to 90 years old and
bankrupt all the retirement funds, all the Social Security. They bankrupt
everything, nothing is prepared and I can't tell you what would happen if they
lived 200
years… Why,
which body is? I'm talking of the driving body. CS:
"He wants to assassinate me, he keeps me between anterior words. MOM:
Some one goes on treating me as before, he wants to assassinate me. Besides, if
we would come to believe in psychoanalysis, we can do an incalculable good to
society. It must be thought like this. And
besides, if I want to do it for a year it's worthless, but if I want to do it
during 50 consecutive years, that's different. "But if you won't
live". "Well, do you want me to tell you the story of the cherry
tree?" I know that I won't live, what does this have to do? But I can't,
because I won't live forever, do in ten years what it takes 50 and that always
took 50, always: in ancient times, in modernism, in the contemporary age.
"I don't do it because perhaps I may die before", but look what a jerk
and selfish person you are. Apart,
that question of things having to be finished in order to realise that
what I'm manufacturing is a lie. Capitalism shows that this house which you
believe is mine, I owe it all, but it is mine. Why? Why do I say it is mine if I
can't sell it? Yes, but I can use it. Threads.
Knots. Smiles. I
am the one who no longer suffers. I
kiss your dazzled mouth. I
am not thirsty. To see the video you must have installed the programmes in your computer.
Darling, I'm
here, back from the shadows. I
come, oh sea, from the pure sepulchre of dryness. It
is very difficult for me to write little things, when what I should write about
the great things of life that I have to live from the next November months on. To
tell you, in general, that I don't get all I can, that not being able is
associated to money as much as to the people around me. I
need energy, not for writing, which I have in excess, but the energy to reject
the thousand of offers of primitive pleasure which my contemporaries stretch out
to me. I'm a virgin harassed by thousand of passionate demons. Something
is functioning in my mind like a disproportionate lust. A verse long enough not
to fit in only one book. Afterwards,
there will be more yet.
She
arrived all broken down, downwards and upwards. All inflamed but without an
Euro. -
I'm not in the mood for anything because I have no savings. How
crazy of me, isn't it? -
Everybody can do things, I can't anything, shit… And
the encounter finishes asking herself: -
How can I write in good
handwriting if I don't know how to write?
They
walked one in front of the other, both sideways, moving their little asses
always in all cases at the rhythm of fucking, in the middle of the dance floor
and they looked at each other and understood that they had achieved almost
everything, and they let a silent orgasm escape and, at the same time, endless,
and I, hidden in a corner of the dance floor felt that that marvel, that beauty,
had been produced by my dick and, to my understanding, they knew it, because
after the dance they licked at it, from dawn to the nap hour.
1 When
the desires of a community integrate it is very difficult that something out of
the integration may occur. 2 The
one who asks for more than what he can receive, generally dies or at least
maddens or intoxicates himself. 3 They
will never give me back what they took away from me, but it is also true that I
will never return what I have already eaten.
I
have to work with no rancour, with no doubts, with no violence. Without
remembering any previous case. She
says: we are doing better than ever. She
loves the symbol, I love nature, none of the two are able with what they love. There
haven't been any travels, darling, there won't be any coming back. We
were always in the same place. In the centre of the crack. We are the name of
lack of being, the shout of what have never been, the voice of what there isn't.
Something that you can remember, not because of its importance, but because of
not having been. No
one is prepared to compose me , to articulate me. I
have to learn to work, I have to learn to work. Working, I hope to turn the
horizon on our favour. The rest will be easy. Indio Gris THIS IS ADVERTISING
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