Something in the way

Une autre peinture, encre noire

Voila une peinture qui date de décembre, Encre de chine et encres a aquarelle sur cadre

This play is about to begin,

clockworks, lands, seas, rooms, rooms, even more rooms,yeah
halls, steps, other steps, but these feets have no legs to lead the dance.


I'm the end of my own world
Two kings are playing in the middle of the milky way
Two faces of a same man
Fighting eternally to win

Terrific kings with holy powers,
An indecent queen waiting for her black underwear,
Rooks with extensible necks, watching the horizon and waiting for the freaks ,
Bishops lauthing madly, shouting madly, juggling madly with their glowing eyes,
Knights in shiny armors, their swords of justice are swift and sharp
Pawns, looking for a holy ghost to eat and serve proudly, somewhere under the pale grey sun

Echoes of a fight between I and I, and the one eyed man.
If I win, then I lose,
If I'm lost, I find my way out
I knock att the door, with a smile on my face
Walking my emotional way through Time and Space
Yeah, I thin't I got a nervous breakdown, here behind my ears.
I saw My Old Me and he was broken in two
His legs had lost their strenght
He told me about a ruined destiny
Falling piece by piece

When I went out of my skull
I heard the battle behind my back
The battle of the white and black.
Blood, rust, ashes, dust
Crowes and ravens
Death

Bishops turned into Jesters,
A flower has been wounded by a poisonned arrow, and they sucked it to save their love, she died anyway!
Pawns turned into worms,
they want to eat themselves but they 've lost their tongue and teeth.
Knights turned into beggars,
they're blind, they've cut their blond hair with a rusted razorblade
Rooks are falling into pieces
But they don't care, they're sleeping somewhere between the two twin moons
The queen turned into a vampire slut
selling her body for a dose of fresh human blood


The king is staring at me, silver beard, twenty tsousand years behind his golden crown
How did we come to this my friend ?
Tears are rolling down his cheeks,

Now they know how death taste.
They will never be the same.

would you marry me old king
Let's have a serious talk down there
Tell me how it feels
To be dead inside

His tears hurt the land
The giant whale whispered words of wisdom
Bury me my old friends
This is the end of my world
I lost my way through time and space
And I wonder how it feels
to fall asleep
Forever
In the quietest place on earth
I wanna die under the see yeah
Can you hear me
Can you hear me yeah
Die under the see

Mes relations avec les gens sont catastrophiques.

Mes relations avec moi même sont angoissantes

Mes relations avec mon futur sont inexistantes

Mes relations avec le monde extérieur sont désastreuses

Mes relations avec ma guitare me guérissent

et c'est reparti, un casque sur les oreilles.

Pour combien de temps, rester plongé dans ma musique comme un poisson dans un bocal.

Je tourne en rond, et ce que je fois en dehors de mon écrin est déformé, hideux, effrayant.

Alors je reste dans mon bocal, je monte le volume.

je n'ai pas besoin d'autre chose.

enfin je crois..

j'ai pas l'impression que ce soit la mer la dehors..Si je sors, je me dessèche, je me heurte a l'incompréhension, a l'ennui, au triste, au gris, a ce qui m'attend, ce que j'aurais du embrasser il y a deux ans ?

je crois que je ne peux pas sortir, confronter ma carcasse débile aux gens, tenter d'etre autrement pour vivre normalement, business, relationships, bullshit...

je veux juste faire ce que je veux, c'est a dire, rien....je ne veux rien....comme si je voulais tout et que je savais que j'étais physiquement incapable de supporter ce qu'induisait le fait de vivre avec les autres.

je veux une hibernation sociale,

de la musique, un lit, des livres, de la peinture, une guitare..

Pour des années !!!

Juice n'est pas d'accord, et dans un sens, moi non plus..mais rendons nous a l'évidence, ce serait plus facile pour tout le monde...tant que je n'ai pas trouvé comment vivre avec les autres, je garde mon bocal sur mes deux épaules.

Love sucks
I hate love
Love is Sad and Cynical
Love is'nt sweet or "awesome"
Love is mad, It crumbles your soul and leaves all the little bloody pieces on the floor.

Fucking Bullshit

But, you know, love is'nt a person, it's juste a kind of funny juice that two people make together...Love is'nt responsible of it's taste...Don't blame the juice !

I suck
Love Hates me
I am sad and cynical
I ain't sweet or "awesome"
I'm mad, I crumbled your soul and left all the little pieces on the floor.

Sorry for the bad juice..I'm a bad juicer, It tastes so sour, so acid..

I hate myself as a juicer, so I promess I won't love again..It makes me angry, sick, and i always think that bad juicers shall never juice; because when you want to drink juice, it has to be tasty, sweet like a billion little life bubbles...

I'm trying to make juice with my only mind, painting the juice, playing the juice, giving a name to it and talking to it.
Cause my own juice is my best friend. He knows me better than anyyone ever could !

Yeepeee ! Juice Is My Friend ! I'll give him a name, so I will be able to call him !

And what about "Juice?" sound's like a name !

ahem.. "Heeey juiiice, come over here, I got to tell you something..I feel crappy, sad, and terribly alone in my skin..could you hug me one more time ?"

"yeah sure, I'll always be there for you. we're here together in this piece of meat and my feelings for you are so strong that they live forever beyond ove and hate, beyond life and death, beyond shame, joy, illness, madness, anything ..."

I love you Juice, like you're a part of me., I got you under my skin until the end of my life.

I love you too, You're a part of me too, and this is not metaphorical, That's why we met, that's why we'll die together. I'll always be there for you,

when you're down, when you're depressed, sad, anxious, nervous, revolted, you can hang on me, you can dry your tears, confess your sins, talk, cry, shout, I'll listen to you, I'll help you, because I am you, and I know yo better than you.


Then, before painting or playing, I'll call Juice to help me concentrating myself, like a "Mojo-Juice"
sounds good eh ?

Jice will be my shadow, All the different shadows I see when walking in the streets, so I'll stop wondering

" hey, wait a minut pal, who's that guy on the road, walking with me?"
I must be stupid, That's Juice!

when I'll hear some good music or pretty paintings on walls or on the internet, I'll think silently...Wow, his juice looks like mine, his music sounds like Juice's songs when he's playing in my head!

yeeah, that's awesome! If I love Juice, I'll love myself! party on !

Come on, don't be shy, I created you, I own you as you own me, that's a game! a Vital game, buts still a GAME !

I will take care of you like you take care of me, my own soul, my own substance...


Piper at the gates of dawn
" The coolness of the riverbank, and the whispering of the reeds
" Daybreak is not so very far away
" Enchanted and spellbound, in the silence they lingered
" And rowed the boat as the light grew steadily strong
" And the birds were silent, as they listened for the heavenly music
" And the river played the song
" The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
" The wind in the willows...
" The song dream happened and the cloven hoofed piper
" Played in that holy ground where they felt the awe and wonder
" And they all were unafraid of the great god Pan
" And the wind in the willows...
" The wind in the willows...
" When the vision vanished they heard a choir of birds singing
" In the heavenly silence between the trance and the reeds
" And they stood upon the lawn and listened to the silence
" Of the wind in the willows...
" The wind in the willows...
" It's the wind in the willows..."



" Played in that holy ground where they felt the awe and wonder

Then Juice said to me:

"I'm the wind, the river, the willows, the piper, the little birds, even the great god Pan,

I'm the letter I, the T, the L, the A, even the O,

I'm the question and the answer, I'm the sentence and the expression, I'm the Ink, the pen, the verses, the prophecies ,
the pages of the books, empty ones, black ones, I'm the wood of the bookshelves, the entire library and the air around us,

I'm the fool on the hill, I'm the man on the moon, I'm the light always on, I'm the monkey and the bear !

I'm a star floating in the milky way,I'm the zebra and the goldfish. I'm the sky, the see, the mountains and the green fields

I got billion faces, I got billion names, everyone knows me, anyone calls me

I'm calm, I'm quiet, I'm sweet, I'm insane, I'm always serious, always playing a game.

I'm your hand and your sweat, your hair and your arms, I'm your warmth and your frozen thoughts,

I'm right behind you, I'm in your mirror, I'm smiling on the threshold of your conscience, and hiding , creeping in each of your nightmares.

I'm shaping your dreams and your words, I'm the black, the white, purple, blue and red, The thousand shades of grey,

I'm the life and the death, the eagle, the swallow and the sparrow, I hit, I heal, I burn, I forgive, I am peace, love, anger, anxiety, madness,

I'm the table and the door, I'm the bus, the rain, and the carpet.

I'm all your perceptions, all your thoughts,dreams, feelings, pain, hope, sorrow, hapiness, I'm the ache and the meds, the tiredness and the bed.

I'm your friend, your worst enemy,and I won't let you down, I killed you hundred times but I brought you back to life again, and again, and again.

I'm everything you could see, smell, taste and touch

I'm as fragile as I am eternal.

I'm nothing at all

And I love You.

I love You."