Ideas We Can Feel
Nietzsche probably did not write "And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music"... but(t), what do I know?
La Vie Sera Belle
Paris, 1940, in the dark where no light fell… Five schoolboys knew freedom begins with “No.” C'est la vie. C'est leur mort. True story.
Caliméro
Tu fais ton Caliméro ou quoi?... Dis-moi, t’exagères un p’tit peu, non, là?
Lyrics Matter (FOOsutra) EDIT
All seven sutras, one cheeky anthem. Lyrics matter. Authentic imagination beats artificial indoctrination. Every time.
Baloney Brain
One-click clickbait, ducky-dick schemes... If honesty’s a souvenir, Screw normalcy, pass me the beer.
Philosophy, My Dear
Philosophy: have you heard of her? She has questions. All of them.
Syndrome Nom Nom
Public health alert: chronic exposure to idiocracy may cause history-coughing, crypto-crowing, and acute democracy wanking.
Beautiful Things Don't Ask For Attention
But(t) where is Major Tom gone now?
The Tune To Ease My Mind (Whispers In The Night)
Sleepless whispers, choosing to chase the hues of blues...
Feral Fandango
When rhythm meets skin and the body forgets to be polite about it. Feral. On purpose.
This Ain't Fiction (Bloom Past Doom)
This ain't fiction. It's dystopian truth broadcast in booths. Let's read the constitution and imagine the revolution.
DARVO-A-GOGO
Deny. Attack. Reverse Victim and Offender. Set to punk. Now stomp.
The (Womp Womp) Conquestor
The conquestor conquers everything, except the feeling it's not enough.
Do Panic Now (What A Shit Show) Vol.3
Pass me the towel? Oopsie. This is the story of a galaxy gone awry, baby... PS: hitchikers' jokes matter.
Hiding Secrets in Lies
Power's favorite outfit: morality's cloak.
Masss ShoooTING
Because it's true. Murica is indeed the greatest, undisputed, number one world champion at a thang...
Predators (FOTUS Edition)
Contempt replaced consent, preying replaced praying, and and authoritarian-apologists sheeples howl along...
Let's Sing
David Bowie, a playfool drummer, and my shiny red shoes walked into the goddamn white gilded ballroom house, and the rest is yet another song...
Maupassant
Maupassant: master of the bittersweet short story, painted in French with a wink and a morsure.
Apes Gone Wrong (Bloom Past Doom)
The apes went wrong. No crown, no law — just clowns with claws, and we're done being polite about it.
Something In My Gut
What if nausea’s sacred, like Boom? True story...
Dudu Duende Murió
Ah, les hormones, les pommes, et les hommes...
Rebellion à L'Unisson
Because some rebellions sound better in the language of liberté, égalité, and furious irony. En français.
Awe Is Like...
Can we make awe matter? (Spoiler: it does)