Tératologie paraphysique

“When the last tree is cut down, the last poisoned river, the last fish
captured, then you will discover that the money is not eaten. “

Indian wisdom

The valley of Tollense, and river
At the origin of the art of the war
Birth of the armours
Armed groups in gilding
Already, 3200 years ago
In becoming, were the armaments
For the rule, in first massacre
Before others, even bitterer
The war is an invasive species
The training in is drunk
Country to country
That is never finished
It is a business of behavior
That of the human being is lunatic
And all invasive species
Hawked by transport
And on all banks
And of port in port
But there is no original state
Nature is changing and always new
Most disappearances of species
That is surprising, yes
Take initially place on islands
And this with 80 percent, the process slips by
The human being is there for much
Its research of the profit wastes all!
And all rascals
Without exception, politicking and politicking ones
Who have for only function
Generalized disaster, management
For them, for them, it is after me the flood
On the catastrophes, they and they, make toboggan
And before everyone bursts
They and they, can live their dreamed poor
For them and them, all is free
Restaurants, transport, guys and chicks, no shortage
They and they are card-indexed of all
They are authentic insane and insane ones!
We could not or did not know to hang them
They and they, of the world, will make a lot of ash
For cosmos, the worst scenario
Is that the human being succeeds in colonizing another planets
For possible other civilisations, ô supreme plague
The mankind is idiot, very stupid
As in the film, always per hour
“The day when the Earth stopped”, always news
And where the true question was asked
Can humanity change?
We transform all into insoluble problems
On this planet, nobody likes!
Ideologies, religions, beliefs, the discord sows
All our relations are armed
For always making fire in first
Only the tender is durable
What is completely intolerable
Like the conflicts of interest
Who are inherent in the profit, with the money
And which is precisely links of interest
It is work, the world of industry
All our relations have interests
The interests generate relations
With work, the hearth, the factory, the school
Not only in research, if smart
The spectacular one should not anything be produced
To be able all to say
To say what is without any anger!
Contrary to the expert
Never independent, controlled with the pecuniary one
Who it pay is his brother
That is undeniable, one needs much complicity
So that minorities can all rule over!
Can you change?
Can we change?
Can I change?
Is our way of life negotiable?
However, in a way the other, everyone are sick!
All is a colossal market
Health, the school, the company, research
Corruption is everywhere of wick
Pollution is before very mental
And not only in the “National front”
But in all the political fractions of the capital
Left, right-hand side, far left, far right, of the capital
It is only one and identical evil!
In each country, it is the same refrain
The domination has all in its hands!
A balloon expanding cosmic
Not that is not a comic effect
There would be so much and more universe
And to simplify it the MULTIVERS
All is not observable
That is not inevitably a fable
With an infinite inflation
Who allows this theory
Andreï Linde (born in 1948) physicist, predicts it
The Earth is not any more punt, even the church says it!
As many data today
And this in only one day
Internet, and other modernities
That in the History, the totality of the data!
And for FX, a thought
Anarchistic buddy, in Nantes, found dead
So young person, without any port
That is not alcohol, the drug, which killed it
Or squats, but well the company without any humanity
The monstrous organization of the company
Because, it is alas the economy become insane
Who governs the chronobiology, pitiless flat
And dominant prejudices of a company
Like fire (1707-1788) the count de Buffon, had to retract
For its assertion of geology in million years!
There was so much and so much fire (1564-1642) Galileo
In the present also, it is enough!
But once the disappeared mankind
There will be new arrivals
Lottery of the evolution, new recruits!
In truth, each time
And it is unambiguous
Body, and of its morphologies
Its own physics and thus its own spirit
This is verifiable for each country
Like another planet, another civilisation
As each mentality is specific to each area
Where however, the unanimity is done on the dough
In 1914 /1918, ten billion exchanged letters
And of the hundreds of died per day, it is the war of the trenches
Today, economy keep silent with more subtlety!
And notwithstanding, humanity is only one
All that separates it makes its misfortune!
Laws of Kirchhoff
It is the economy in voice-over
It is the bank industry
On the back of all the small ones
They is the tax havens
For all kinds of swindlers
And the stock market which card-indexes the fun to them
When a stampede the case
October 24th, 1929, in America
1931, Europe in panic
Like the assassination by a bully boy of unclean Stalin
Of its rival fire (1886-1934) Sergueï Kirov
And it is the repression which drips!
And now, of the insects drones
For better supervising humanity and its fauna
Asphyxiating itself, it is the end!
Atmospheric pollution which as in Beijing
360 micrograms of very harmful particles
By cubic meter, instead of the 25, relative estimate
And dreams, of experimental teratology
What does not have anything phenomenal
Like the head of male chicken
Grafted on a female chicken head
To try out sexuality
At the human one would be of great uselessness
Its representation is also very sociocultural
Even if the hormonal influence is not to deny!
In our supplied with nuclear power world
Where the supervisor itself is supervised
For an open secret
Where any life is formatted
Absolutely NOTHING is to be envied
Also, to supervise and thus punish, are a proof of stupidity!
All tyrannies are weak
All the bourgeoisies are futile
The dosemeter of the silly thing
With this example which straightens out
7 million death
In 2012, by pollution, it is a fact!
We must shit about it
At the school, the office, the factory, the university
In all the activities
As the hospital which leaves us in our pain
Incompetence, couldn’t-give-a-damn attitude, staff shortage, no heat
Prisons, screws, but more hospital
You can burst with your sores!
Without conscience is the rich middle-class
The hospital, in Cuba, in Argentina, at least, it is really free!
And even the wealth, of nothing, of all, is not any more with the shelter
The only solution, it is anarchy
For another organization of the life
For a psychological revolution
Transmutation and end of the policy
So that thus even the vitiligo
Glance of the others, does not hide any more the skin!

Patrice Faubert (2014) puète, peuète, pouète, paraphysician (http://patrice.faubert.over-blog.com/) Stalemate says the guest on “hiway.fr”