TotalNiggerDeath
Bò lái xe
One of my most recurring dreams occurs in my street, on a night illuminated by the burning buildings. There are corpses neatly piled up on the sidewalks, scattered one over the other as if they had been the victim of an explosion in a moment of extreme hustle and bustle. They all wear worn brown clothes, some are on fire, others are so bloody that the fire has no effect. Their faces can't be seen, since their scattered limbs –sometimes incorporated into their bodies and sometimes not– cover them up. Accompanying the image are constant cries of maternal pain that end and begin again, over and over again, with each shotgun blast that sounds. In the middle of the street, marching fervently towards me, a vast French army trampling the pools of blood at a military pace.
I just hope it's an omen, fuck this country.
I just hope it's an omen, fuck this country.