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...I'd rather forget about love.

Is there something else about sensual life

Than a alternative motion...

...between apetite and disgust,

and between disgust and apetite...

...between apetite and disgust,

and between disgust and apetite.

I don't care!

Shut up, Let me talk.

The floating mind, always unsecure,

between ardour who revels itself...

...ardour who renew itself and

then slow down...

...ardour who renew itself and

then slow down.

Gimme a break!

But amidst this perpetual motion

...between apetite and disgust,

and between disgust and apetite...

...we fool ourselves by the concept

of stray...

...freedom. Do you who i'm quoting?

- No.

Bossuet.

Bravo!

The Funeral Orations?

Oh no!

Because I'm cynical enough

to make it my course of action.

Ah you're disgusting!

Disgusting, man.

Sure. A little bit of amnesia

and look where it's getting you.

A violent poison,

this is what love is.

Something to take carefully.

Like in car.

Actually it's 190.

Bloodshed.

Here's a piece of advice,

if you care about your life...

...forget it!

I'm running after a shadow.

And it's not even mine.

She'd be on the theater's bill.

I could wait for her in front of

the stage door.

But she's unreachable.

Where could I possibly find her?

Ah, my little Amstrong Jones,

you shouldn't have shot pictures!

Oh you're so sickening.

There's no way to talk with you.

Everythin's a joke for you!

Wrong.

Terribly wrong.

One of these days, you'll see,

and you'll get me.

Listen.

When you'll be fed up...

...I have a chick for you...

...absolutely stupid...

...but so aesthetically pleasing.

Okay, don't bother.

Bye!

With her everything would be possible.

Will she even recognize me?

Between dream and reality,

there's a gap.

Yeah, everything's possible.

She can find me unbearable.

With a girl you know from a picture,

you never know.

With her everything would be possible.

It will be wonderful for me at first.

We'll see lesser of each other,

if I don't tell him.

But then, it will hurt

more and more.

With him everything would be possible...

...it's never good the first time though.

It would surely be not that bad,

and then it would get better.

And then it would ge worse.

What if she finds me unbearable?

It would surprise me though.

I'd be in sorrow, each day more.

As she wouldn't mind my love.

With him, it's impossible.

Splitting up would be awful the first time.

I'd be in sorrow, each day less...

...until I just wouldn't mind.

I just need to see her to know.

He just need to see me to have me.

Hey, it's you?

Well I don't know, I guess so.

What are you doing here?

Same as you, I'm trying to cross the street.

This way then.

I know, I know, you're the illustrator

from the lane 4...

...room 3, table 42.

The one who's biting her pencils!

First of all, I'm not a illustrator,

I'm a colorist.

That's what I said.

You color drawings & advertisments.

Not at all. From monday to thursday,

I use blue.

From thursday to saturday,

I can use red.

If I'm not making too much mistakes...

...next year, maybe I'll have the right to

use orange,

but somone has to pull strings for me.

Say, you're still running after

your caricature?

Why a caricature?

You don't even know her.

Neither do you.

True. I don't know her.

Nevertheless, I'm addicted to her.

And it's gonna get worse if I meet her!

I think...

...it's a good thing to be separated from

someone before you get to know that person.

It means less pain.

Will you end up kill yourself for her?

I don't really know.

I haven't made up any plan yet.

For the moment, I'm nuts and

that's a full-time job.

You're nuts?

That's great!

I'm not and it's getting boring.

Farewell.

Goodbye.

So be it.

I don't know this place,

I've never been there.

That's the first symptom, so I've been told.

A percussive jam-session.

She's behind my eyelids,

upside down.

I won't say "you", I say "she".

She must at least know that I love her!

Stupid b*tch!

I know what's wrong with me:

dlirium.

I chase you away from my mind...

...I reject you...

...I avoid you, but you come back to me...

...always, you come back to me...

...like a boomerang.

It'd be so nice if you could hit me

lethally...

...and end my life...

...but no, tou keep coming back...

...like a boomerang.

Me, myself and I think that I'm cured...

...my heart no longer beats.

I stay until dawn...

...between life and love.

Sometimes, I think I'm cured...

...my heart no longer beats.

I stay until dawn...

...between life and love.

Have mercy on the fool I am...

...Finish me off for good.

Go away, yeah, go away...

...don't ever come back like a boomerang.

That's the 13th bar I'm in tonight.

But I'll find her...

...I'll find her.

Y'know...

...looking for a girl in the bars, it makes you

kind a thirsty.

What time is it?

In six secondes, it'll be 4:00 AM.

Hey, don't make fun of me!

Sorry, Sir.

I'm gonna break up.

It will be quiet, no shouting, no crying.

I'll remain cold, icy, english-style.

She'll clutch to me...

...She'll cry, she'll weep,

but I won't even look at her, oh no.

Because I, I'm more worthy than her.

She must be a foreigner.

How could you know since you don't even

know her?

The eyes...

...like circumflex accents.

Oh, c'mon. The hallucination trick,

I'm not buying it!

Do you think I'm some sort of dumb-ass?

Do you?

She exaggerates,

she thinks I'm a dumb-ass.

Yes, Sir!

It ain't right! It ain't right!

Stay still,

only way here to move.

Or else I'll crumble!

I'm killing myself!

Look what she has done to me!

See what's left?

Thank you! Thank you so much!

What is she doing for god's sake!

She's here, she's not here.

It's not possible, not possible!

Not possible.

And yet, as I'm closing my eyes, she's here.

Don't say anything, no need to.

Don't say anything, follow me.

Ne dis rien. N'aie pas peur...

...ne crains rien de moi.

Suis-moi jusqu'au bout de la nuit...

...jusqu'au bout de ma folie.

Laisse le temps...

oublie demain...

oublie tout,

ne pense plus rien.

Don't say anything, no need to.

Don't say anything, follow me.

Don't say anything, don't be afraid...

...have no fear.

Follow me till the bottom of the night...

...till the bottom of my madness.

Let time be...

forget about tomorrow...

forget everything, don't think about

anything.

Follow me till the bottom of the night...

...till the bottom of my madness.

Let time be...

forget about tomorrow...

forget everything, don't think about

anything.

Did he take his pink pills?

Pistolet Joe sleeps with one eye open...

the other one is always open.

Pistolet Joe sleeps with one eye open...

...the other one is made out of glass.

Pistolet Joe.

Oh... Pistolet Joe.

Pistolet Joe was striking me...

but one day he was betraying me.

Pistolet Joe, it serves you right...

the bullet that blinded you half.

G.I. Joe, you're gonna die

under stars & stripes.

G.I. Joe, all the rockets will get your

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