Today I was skimming through a collection of texts about machines. It’s incredible how machines eased the burden of some tedious task. They are much more accurate than humans and they’re not tired of doing the same task all day and all night.

It’s true machines can sometimes make mistakes but only if the program is bad. That means the programmer wasn’t paying attention.

I always felt during my life that treachery and treason was a bad thing. Of course the finance industry is not rocket science. But there’s really something about humanity that might make us history: “you can’t lose so you know you must win”.

And that might be why we’re still stuck here on Earth: thinking the planet can support us or that the universe is big. What are we going to do when we discover we have competitors that can dominate us very easily?

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Is There A Hole In Our History?

There might be a hole in the history of mankind. We know history is written by winners and only Amin Maalouf can tell both sides of the story. What if you could see the world through my eyes?

Eventually humanity might have drifted into sadomasochism. As if we wanted to testify of something: how badly treated we are. So who is our torturer then?

The hole in our history is making us lose precious time. It’s called the ground floor experience or the relationship experience. The famous taxman will explain it: there’s 10 for you and 90 for me.

It’s true we might exist so God can have another point of view on his creation. What if God’s creation wasn’t that good after all? Couldn’t we live in a better world with less heartaches and more understanding?

Who will understand my intention writing that blog? Is it strictly commercial or strictly musical?

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What’s The Toxic Artwork Of Alois Brunner?

Once I read that some French people continued the toxic artwork of former nazis. If those guys were christians, then maybe they were trying to save humanity. This could be a bold statement but we know Jesus tried to save us. But everybody was saying: “don’t try to save me”.

Everybody was having a hard time dealing with their multiple identities: being a parent, killing a coworker, going to the temple for pardon… You and I we happen to be a part of this crazy scene. Of course, money is still king down here and really words should take over and end that reign.

I guess we will always be king of pain and gluten intolerance.

But to save humanity, one should remember that in a distant future, the Sun will die and its massive explosion will blow up the Earth. Maybe if we had an Inca with us, we could try to control the sun.

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Will Our Resources Save The Planet?

Maybe South America has something to save us: their culture and civilisation. In 2012, the Maya apocalypse threatened the world. They were saying that our resources like caffeine, bananas and trees were limited. As a result, it was clear that the savage exploitation of the planet was a bad thing.

The planet is alive and that’s something we can rely on. For example, remember atomic bombs in 1945? The ginkgo biloba survived and continued to shine even though they might have started an investigation.

It’s true our universe is a big one: jazz, blues, soul, rock, funk and electronic music. But being big just means the diversity is awesome. After all, who wants to hear the same song everyday?

Got me accused of children, I ain’t harmed a man. Back luck is killing me. Can’t stand this 3rd degree anymore.

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Will Our Deepest Cut Cure Finally?

Why can’t we get over it? When will we ever learn? This loneliness won’t leave us alone. A brilliant civilisation still stuck down here after 7 million years.

I guess it’s our memory that’s playing a trick on us. I’ve seen women from the Garden of Eden. But I’m trying to spot now cosmic people who are space ready. Being space ready means you will have to conduct investigations.

Why’s there blue skies? Or maybe: woman, why do you do this to yourself? Take the weight off your shoulder. The audacity of hope and numbers is formal: men and women are equal even though they might have an area of expertise.

Men are there to conduct investigations and understand. Women are there to absorb shocks. What happens when you fuck a dike named Freddie because of women’s liberation?

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