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Singularity Overload
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Le problème, en d'autres termes, dans un autre contexte, se pose de comprendre la singularité de l'autre... sans entrer dans une relation d'identification ou de suggestion. Et, ensuite, d'être là, d'une autre manière, ami d'un processus possible.
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If modern times created the future, then we're the ones who cancelled it,
making it reserve us only repetitions, combinations.
The proletariat has no homeland, no family, no history, no nothing.
Now we move, but in static motion, which keeps us in the same place, in our profane function.
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Primitive Remains
01:54
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To accelerate the process of technological evolution ultimately means to tighten conflicts.
Now there're no promised achievements.
The biped machinery supports the marginal demand at the expense of its human non-progress.
Tear down the executioners so we can build up a new class power, together with the new proletarian practices in precarious conditions.
The future, guaranteed by the parasite, is no more than an accumulation of junk.
Towards the primitive remains.
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Organ Removal
03:15
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Destined to neglect,
taken to meet yourself.
The anxious expectation.
Immersed in loneliness, the enemy is who you least expect.
The acid erodes the soul, makes you see yourself as part of this dump you share with the roaches, which you kindly call 'friends'.
Your only way out is to look up and see if it is there an exit above your head.
You can't look down anymore.
Aware that what you expect may not be better than now, but still, it could be the only option.
The sandy taste from up above does not differ from the dirty smell of grease from down here.
The taste of grease in here comes from the sewer, but up there is the earthy taste of neglect.
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There is a very similar pattern that you find in the structure of sociaties, in the structure of companies, and in the structure of computers, and all three are moving in the same direction.
This socciety does a stupid thing for people to have to think about a lot of time. You know and look at all these great people were supposed to admire now and it's not only invented anything...Steve jobs seems to parasite
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Rotten Helpless Host
02:06
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The outdoor dirt
opens wide the mould within my being.
And here I am for days.
I feel stiff, lying under the slurry,
allowing the worms to eat me alive.
The dusty tarp covers my own shame
of being just another rotten body, clogging this sewer,
without even realizing it.
I pile up all the garbage from above, thrown under the carpet.
The black powder is burning my pores for days and it comes from the same spot
(that assures the white powder keeps burning the nostrils from up above.)
And my body keeps rotting in this street.
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The great spaces of knowledge deliver the control of the future, annihilated in its bases in every political structure.
The TINA Project uses from the lack of perspective and the constant conception of invalidating the critical being and now equipped, their function is to disable learning.
Universities in turn have now a new condition to rebuild a certain social memory.
It's all over, you would say, drop by drop perched on a counter, waiting for the insurgency - k.
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Parasites Survive
00:26
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Beware the wrath of...
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Decay
02:30
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The ship sinks
amidst the storm.
Self-indulgence makes us suffer
The illusion of salvation quickly flees in the low cloud at the first blast.
The mirage you hang on to is the savior's shadow,
but somebody else's savior, you're left to die.
You're nothing and you don't take part
even seeing yourself in the other.
You're just another one, just like the other, you're for yourself and act in yourself.
Resented acts,
muffled thoughts.
And thus, follow the travelers of this ship.
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