REBELLIONAIRE

I ve had ideas and they had me.

I ve had ideas and they had me.

I ve had ideas and they had me.

I keep having ideas, they keep on evolving me. is it a dialogue of heart, mind soul and brain or rather a collage of layered impressions, expressions, stimuli and heartjuices? Can t tell, no need to tell. Point to clarify is what to do with it? What does it do with you ? pryor might say : fucks wit ya, French deconstructuralists though get straight to the core. Discourse hardcore. Why are you on this blog? Are thoughts perhaps the last thing that is our own? If so, why are ideas selling ? do you wanna sell by kissandtell? So you click on www. Ar eh bell I oh an aire ///The love issue.

OhSOtru. These pictures, do they appeal your attention? Yes, I am talking to you. Know, that you ve been clickin on the pictures, been flicking on other issues, been kickin these keyboard keys. The love issue. We keep on writing, keep on contemplating, keep on sharing because lately, there is no getting wise on this issue. There is a term called tolerance, another one called experience, but you can never become master of love. Play your games, read the brocode and practise on your rules, but if it hits you, it is no shitting with your reality. In your own truth, love cannot be denied. Nevertheless, we might get wiser with the colours of EL OH VE EH.

I ve had ideas and they had me.

I ve had ideas and they had me.

I ve had ideas and they had me.

La petite grAnde.