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10 avril 2009

This machine kills fascists.

This is the story of footnotes to a side show of a forgotten war.

«La devise du punk c’est pas no future, c’est no bullshit

The future is unwritten.

What you don’t have, you don’t need it anymore.

There is no good. There is no bad. There’s just a goal. And the goal is to get out of this material world.

I hate this place but I love these chords.

I come from a long line in history of dreamers-Each one more tired than the one before-All of us too poor to pay attention-Sweet dreamin’ was all we could afford.

To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

Nothing. It proves nothing.

You gotta know, the saddest thing in life is wasted talent.

A dream of her, I honestly don’t remember when
And it’s a long way to sanity but I know you won’t show me, anyway.

«for those who belong nowhere and for those who belong to one place too much to belong anywhere lese.»

The earth isn’t dying. It’s being killed and those who are killing it have names and addresses.

Think highly of yourself because the world takes you at your own estimate.

What is terrible is not death, but the lives people live, or don’t live, up until their death…They look ugly, they talk ugly they walk ugly. Play them the greatest music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.

You should’ve that, you should’ve this, I hear them plead and yell. You could be much more than this. But then, I wouldn’t be myself.

L’important c’est pas que ça soit parfait, c’est que ça soit vrai.

Nothing in the world is more common than unssuccessful people with talent.

Only when the last tree has been cut down. And the last river has dried to a trickle. Will man finally realise that we cannot eat money. And reciting hold proverbs makes you sound like a twat.

Be creative. Be alive. Share every gifts and every passions you have to offer. We all need all we can get. Remember, XXXXXXX never got to play their last show for us.

La vérité c’est une idée dans tête de celui qui écoute. Quand tu es capable de créer des vérités qui ressemblent à ce qui s’est vraiment passé, t’as un pouvoir absolu. Écoute moi comme il faut. Écoute entre mes mots et dis moi si c’est vrai ou si c’est réel.

If actions speak louder than words I’m the most deafening noise you’ve heard. I’ll be that ringing in your ears that will stick around for years.

Welcome to the day that you opened your eyes so wide that it nearly took your life away and you are finally seeing all the things that you have been missing. Could it really be that you have been so blind…or just merely looking the other way.

Pour ce qui est du poète nous savons qu’il se donna la mort au sortir du palais; du Roi nous savons qu’il est aujourd’hui un mendiant parcourant les routes de cette Irlande qui fut son royaume, et qu’il n’a jamais redit le poème.

Personnellement, j’ai une passion pour les paysages et je n’en ai jamais vu un seul amélioré par un panneau d’affichage. C’est lorsqu’il érige une affiche devant d’agréables perspectives que l’homme est à son plus vil. Quand je prendrai ma retraite de Madison Avenue, je lancerai un groupe secret d’autodéfense, formé de cagoulards parcourant le monde sur des motos silencieuses pour abattre des affiches après la tombée de la nuit. Combien de jurés nous condamneront lorsque nous serons pris en flagrant délit de généreux civisme ?

«The amount of time that you spend on anything should not, and will never, directly correspond to how important or interesting it is. A moment of inspiration will far surpass spending six years on something.»

«I’ve killed more people than the Unabomber because I’ve paid more taxes than he has.»

Ah, in such an ugly time the real protest is beauty.

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