Papercut Blues

PAPERCUT BLUES (when I cut paper I cut my own flesh)




1 Life is a horror movie about a shipwreck on the terrible Tabasco sea



2 You don’t see seagulls cry in the dark!



3 Dear general, I never understood how salt can stand near pepper



4 Once I had a table that was so bored by my living-room it walked into my garden (and my neighbors phoned the local police at once! They raided my place and all my furniture rebelled and was arrested, me included)



5 My favorite pizza is the one who escaped from the furnace of hell of the Stella d’Italia



6 The evil of non-destruction is sometime worse than its opposite



7 I vomit frequently when I hear talking someone in a suit in a popular restaurant in the name of the almighty european commission



8 Oh yes, my teeth are bad but my feet are worse (confessions from a shark)



9 We evolved from worse to bad to worse again (& we call that progress?!)



10 I always had a soft heart and now that bites me in the ass chambers



11 Continue to continue to explosion



12 Explosion to continue to implosion



13 The tie around my neck is not my tie; it is in fact the tie around your own neck!



14 Disgrace is a word I had to look up in an Icelandic dictionnary and even then it was so alien it became almost familiar at once



15 A door only opens with the ambition to be closed again



16 I saw her body hanging as a robe on a coat hanger but nobody recognized who she was or used to be (except me of course)



17 Mysticism is damaged wood outside a black forest



18 Don’t ask the tree about its severed roots



19 Don’t ask the roots about the seperated sky above



20 Don’t ask the sea about the hungry fish in its belly



21 Don’t ask the vanished fish about the boat of the Flying Dutchman



22 Don’t ask the lonely boat about the empty nets



23 Don’t ask these nets about the mazes of light



24 Don’t ask the light about the necessity and reasons of class fight



25 Don’t ask the don’t ask about the don’t ask



26 When the last question dies we shall all be dead



27 When we are all dead the question still remains ...