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ça me vient, là…
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting, 1993.
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L’écologie, qui a évidemment commencé dehors…
« Tout à coup, se profilant derrière le cercle de la lune, en un mouvement très lent d’une immense majesté, un joyau bleu et jaune étincelant a commencé à grandir à l’horizon, une lumière, une sphère délicate de couleur bleu ciel parcourue de veines blanches légèrement tourbillonnantes, s’élevait graduellement comme une perle minuscule en se dégageant d’un immense océan de mystère opaque. Il m’a fallu quelque temps pour prendre pleinement conscience qu’il s’agissait là de la Terre… de notre chez-nous. »
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Oui, au début fut l’a cappella
In the beginning, there was Jack, and Jack had a groove,
And from this groove came the groove of all grooves,
And while one day viciously throwing down on his box, Jack boldy declared,
“Let there be house!”
and house music was born.
“I am, you see,
I am the creator, and this is my house!
And, in my house there is only house music.
But, I am not so selfish because once you enter my house it then becomes our house and our house music!”
And, you see, no one man owns house because house music is a universal language, spoken and understood by all.
You see, house is a feeling that no one can understand really unless you’re deep into the vibe of house.
House is an uncontrollable desire to jack your body.
And, as I told you before, this is our house and our house music.
And in every house, you understand, there is a keeper.
And, in this house, the keeper is Jack.
Now some of you who might wonder,
“Who is Jack, and what is it that Jack does?”
Jack is the one who gives you the power to jack your body!
Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake.
Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly worm.
Jack is the one who learns you how to walk your body.
Jack is the one that can bring nations and nations of all Jackers together under one house.
You may be black, you may be white; you may be Jew or Gentile. It don’t make a difference in our House.
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Bonne Année 2016
Unmasked cop during a protest march, Ferguson, USA.
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Un petit dialogue pour aujourd’hui
Temps a passé.
« Je devrais être une vache, je pourrais mâcher les grandes feuilles des arbres ou des plantes.
– Oh mais ce serait plus souvent de l’herbe tu sais…
– C’est vrai, mais bon, quand même… » -
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