"Behind every system, behind every rule stands a corpse and laughs. You can't tell me who I should sleep with. I don't work for wages. My life is a revolution... My life is a beautiful life... What you call freedom, I call waste... I will continue to love my own voice. If everyone becomes me, everything will collapse."

Bruno K. Öijer

Saturday, November 3, 2012




BRUT

MANIFESTO 

II




INDEPENDENCE IN A BURNING CELL
THE ELEMENT OF ASSASSINATION WITH A WILL TO STRIKE 
A masculine suicide. A glory of a kind. The broken skin covered with deadly anticipation.
Your words are a lie. The essence of constipation. The will to surrender and apathy to strike. Eliminate the presence of promises. The joy you bring to the world. A lie. ALL A LIE! So let's dance on a grave of our fathers. Let's kill our essence in absence of thought. Let's lie till our piss stink of revenge. Your world is a non existing malice. I die in sodomy of misconception!
 Father!

In the lie you call the core. In a lie you call life. In a lie of misjudged idols. Unity? Fuck unity! There is NO UNITY. A LIE! All a fucking lie. Kneel! In front of who? The element. The fucking element.

In the shadow. The killer view. The bourgeois is leaking. In puss of the swollen mind. In glory - the work of ages. Step on the milestone with a rope tighten around your weekend neck. 
I will pray for you!








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