["Deux routes s'offraient r moi, et lr j'ai suivi celle ou on n'allait pas... Et j'ai compris toue la difference."]

[Robert Frost (1874-1963)]



Obssessed by what they see on TV

Drugged up with the fucking magazines

Idealism of beauty, imposed perfection

All this shit trusted by a retarded generation

"Be like that or be nothing !"



Can you feel the fatal destiny ?

The shame of being yourself

The fright of being rejected

The dry taste of exclusion

Its cold breath in your flesh



Being different is often a hard price to pay

The despair of staying unloved forever

Chained by a thick loneliness

Unkown and nameless creatures

Lost in the dark marches of the nothingness



Despised by the fashion fanatics

You don't exist on that rotten earth

Nobody wnats to know you

Your world is too ugly

For this lobotomized herd



The stupidity is out of limit

For whom the eye is the first judge

Of what they see

For those who don't know how

To hink by themselves



Fuck you !!!