28/05/2003
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2ième bouteille à la mer

DNA chain letter
    Is sadness genetic? Am I chained to it?

Help her Dolly, help her to be happy. You that grows old so fast, be wise enough to answer my questions? Why are we unhappy? I don’t want to photocopy my sadness, I don’t want my insanity to be contagious, to run free. I want my monsters to be chained to something else than my DNA chain. Why is the most known clone a sheep, are they going to turn us into a peaceful heard? Why did they kill you Dolly? Are you a monster, a messiah, an error? Are you as frightened as I am? I want to be happy. I want to make her happy

Most wanted, dead or alive, retirement plan on the year of the sheep, scan my heart, cancer love contagious, cancer dreams, vacuum cleaners, chemicals, radiations, clone aid and forge biography, band-aid and forge sunrise, pierced condom, TV psychology, pharmaceutical happiness, countless solitude and false identity. Pills, pills, pills.
I live in a camping ground full of the same Winnebago, my bed looks like your bed, cloned neighborhood, same TV diner, same wife, same green grass, same prescription, same ideology. Same emptiness, same empty beds, empty tears, I don’t even know why she cries.
She doesn’t know why she cries.

Why do we cry?

Er is intelligent leven op aarde

Do you exist? Do we exits? Will they photocopy us? Can they read our DNA in our tears? Will they freeze them for further research? Is our sadness genetic? Why do I cry? Witch color TV should I buy? Why does she cry?

Help me Dolly, why is she unhappy?

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KILL- KILL-KILL-KILL-KILL-KILL- KILL-KILL-KILL-KILL-KILL-
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I’d rather feel pain and sorrow and know the dept of love and feel the warmth of the wind on my heart. I’d rather stumble on my words but have something to say. I don’t want to drown in a swimming pool blue full of pink pills. I want her to be happy.

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