I look for freedom with a first and last name like a free fall in a jump towards the void in a continuous madness in a soft senselessness that leads me towards delirium I look for error as a form of response a certain collapse that disturbs my head this clumsy life that so much stumbling is a gift that goes through this box of surprise
a life without madness is not life, it is a piece a raid the murmur of a claw the line is outlined without fear of failure
without success forget conformism, Long live errorism and all its errors, what is true is not so true in a retreating advance. What you see as free, I consider it a prisoner, a prisoner of an atrophied model of progress...
-I am not going to ask permission or ask the word, whoever wants to listen to me, welcome in this room because what we are is not as it should be but it is, creating is an act that makes you uncomfortable -

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