***** IN THE NAME OF OUR LOST PARADISE. ***** And Against trump, macron, poutine, erdogan, bachar, jong un... And each one of Our dictators... elected Or Not. of *** What to Think. ***. INDEED, I'M DANGEROUS AS MICKAËL STILL IS. *****

He Will Come Back...

I Will Make Him And His Brothers, Sisters In Arms...

COME BACK.

"I Sware", Did I Say To A Policeman Of Times Square...

"If Something Happens To Him..."

Remembering his number.

Numbers... WE ALL ARE.

I Know To Be Surrounded.

By rg's, dgrs, fbi, cia, fsb...

AND BY MY GOD.

I Dreamt About Paradise Lost.

What Our Creator Dreamt For Us,

Me, You, Them, Their Children, Yours...

I DO PREFER MY UNCONSCIOUS FAMILY.

And In This Case.

I'M DANGEROUS.

WE ALL ARE.

WE ALL COULD BE.

IT DEPENDS ABOUT YOU.

Always The Same.

Always the same guys and "His Lady",

At their white house, to the elysée, at versailles...

US. ??? We Aren't Welcome.

they exchange billiards of thousands $$$$$$$$$$$...

And their girls... Under tents.

Before Killing Them.. As Kadhafi. Hussein...

Etc, Etc, Etc...

HISTORY IS IN OUR HANDS. YOURS. MINE. THEIRS.

I Just Don't Care About DYING.

I KNOW. AFTER IS BETTER.

Or What Told me My LOVELY FRIEND

THE UNCONSCIOUS,

MY ANIMA AND MY SHADOW...

I Do Pray For their Surviving.

FOR MAKING DREAMING ANOTHER OF THEIR CHILDHOOD.

Because, Therefore, at nancy,

If You TRUST IN A GOD.

You Are Quickly Judged as crazy, schizophrenic, SIC(K).

And Condamned To Illness.

I Don't Care ANYMORE About your judgments.

Watching You, Looking At You, Zombi(e)s...

with your unsmartphones, bought by hundred of €uros...

modes Make You.

You are Following them.

And Disappoint...

Them. Us. me.

I Could Imagine... A BETTER WORLD.

AN OLD WORLD.

WHERE PEOPLE COULD EXCHANGE,

WHAT THEY THINK,

Not Becomen Old At Their 30's...As A 90's.

I DO DREAM ABOUT A NEW WORLD.

I've Tried To Create It By Softwares...

But An ISS's (INTERNATIONAL SPATIAL STATION),

Picture Is Much More BETTER...

TO PAINT By OILS.

So, I'll Have To Leave You For A Month...

YOU.

HER. HIM.

To Recover(y) My Imaginary.

FOR YOU.

HE IS BACK AT HOME.

With THE HELP OF MY UNCONSCIOUS FAMILY,

WITH OUR GOD'S HELP.

WITH THE HELP OF MY FRIENDS.

THEY COME FROM OUR GOD.

Us ???

We Come From...

Mad...

Monkeys.

WHO ARE THE KEYS.

Maybe Am i The Last.
Maybe NOT.

i've Ever Tried.
To HELP You.

This Man Into His HLM,
This Woman Sat On An Armchair, Tired,
Virginie, Who Spoke to me, Who Was Surprised,
Them, These, By Our Window...
Children, Gaspard, His Grand Mother...

TRY TO MAKE A SURPRISE, TONIGHT...
AS YOUR PRINCE AND PRINCESS TRIED TO DO IT.
Maybe THEY Succeeded.
Maybe Not.
i Don't Know.
I AM NOTHING.
BUT I WILL...
TRY.

Take Care.
Never hurt.
Be Patient.
Keep Quiet.

EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT.
AND BE BLESSED.

SWEET DREAMS TO EACH ONE OF YOU.
NOW AND FOREVER.

Ask To Your Unconscious Family.
Don't touch drugs.
NEVER.

THEY ARE ABLE TO MAKE YOU WONDER...

***** WHERE IS THE TRUTH. ??? ****

As Is,
We Are Dangerous.
For them.
NOT FOR YOU.