Louis was wondering if he loved he should in all cases be with someone A smile came easily in group they were satisfied too lost in the futility of chatting around To hold one conversation with someone during more than one minute his own expression like a lie that he loved to keep to make a parody out of the truth and then get rid of it virtually This tended to transform through out sensorial experiences and acquaintances of diverse degrees often incompatibles if he was looking for more deepness to life than it really had to exaggerate consciousness to simulate excitement of features that he knew since ever were borrowed without having these precisely identified as our own Who could really pride oneself of owning a FEATURE character good to him A person or a loyal being to the death of other in complete fulfillment of your own eccentricity He recognized his smile His mouth was dictated to him to change oneself when this would in a situation arranged to be hated and twist our mind even more all of this..during... our days left We searched in him he refused himself he thought he understood that it would only be given if he accepted to completely negate a friend to him once (told from conviction) purely pessimistic and cold distant almost without human emotion a failure in elocution vaguely evokes this initial conversation with Louis

Pyramidal Patterns - la clairvoyance d’une petite fille de sept ans et une variation sur le poème Une injonction d’émotion, poème disponible sur [{ }], 2011 Il manque la gravité mais c’est pas grave son air grave fera l’affaire Gros sort plein de soupe / Une émotion d’injonction quand tout en soi reste pris ne pas être un péteur dans un cadre juridique la pureté d’un sourire si lumineux Tracas inconcevables Tous les problèmes et les bonheurs / tracas inconcevables Il appartient à cette rare calomnie de l’erreur négligée et circonscrite depuis l’ennemi sobre de cataclysmes inébranlables Elles s’en vont en guerre jusqu’à ne plus exister Aujourd’hui, c’est seulement l’erreur que l’on a lue (ceux toujours déchirés de l’espoir) une oeuvre de bienfaisance toute défaite (pour ne jamais s’ennuyer et célébrer la tourmente intempestive) Un gros sort plein de soupe rebondit son air grave fera l’affaire d’une étape à une autre il manque la gravité mais c’est pas grave son air grave fera l’affaire Little seven-year-old little girl monologue #1 : You just don’t say the stupid ideas and you don’t do it ! I only want one ! What do I think about death ? Nothing. I think nothing of it. I don’t care. I want them to know ! Cold and sad and dark and alien up there You think nothing. My daddy has faded [{ }] My room is all empty and so is my head ...................................... Dans l’incubateur de nos amours des proies celle que l’on accroît en trouvant embêtante dans sa passion omniprésente la pureté d’un sourire si lumineux et l’impartialité de l’égaler le régale d’une pureté extérieure à protéger de recul d’un monde que l’on sait cruel et laid Si on pouvait s’en libérer (ou jouer au bélier une semaine ou deux) Un gros sort plein de soupe rebondit d’une étape à une autre Il manque la gravité mais c’est pas grave son air grave fera l’affaire Little seven-year-old little girl monologue #2 : Sad Sad because... I can’t say why sad It’s not going to be that easy ! Why don’t they listen to what make sense ? Barbies are weird ! (Singing) “Little Miss Pink you are fed on the sink, how many gallons did she drink ?” “Joy to the world, the school blue up and all the [{ }] just died, except for the Principal swimming in his swimming pool and with a rope around his neck, his neck, his neck, with a roooope around his neck !” There ! I don’t know why I wonder why Adults don’t have any imagination ? [sqeaky toy sounds, close to birds and violin in the upper register] I’m hungry What are you suppose to do with Adults who behave like kids ? Mom [{ }] Dad be quick Mom and dad you make me sick ! [little girl laugh of amusement] I wonder if it’s true or not ? ...................................... C’est cruel et laid !! D’un recul d’un monde que l’on sait cruel et laid !!! la pureté d’un sourire si lumineux et l’impartialité de l’égaler le régale d’une pureté extérieure à protéger d’un recul d’un monde que l’on sait cruel et laid