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Two zebras, at the marigot's edge, are looking at a zebra herd drinking.

"You know", says one of them, "we are not like the other creatures."

Who are we?

There are a thousand ways to feel like an outlaw.

And 999 of them don't bother anybody anymore.

The pillar of our society is stronger than ever.

The most radical way of questioning our common laws,

our morale, the accepted social order,

is the one that takes roots in the night of the bodies.

The sex of the angels

Will Narcissus live? Will he be happy?

He doesn't know himself.

Narcissus is not God.

For a long time, the words of the divine prophet sounded senseless.

Then Narcissus grew older. Like Apollo, he was incredibly beautiful.

Many young girls were looking for him.

But his innocence and is purity,

he seemed to never realize the damages his supreme beauty was causing.

This was an ancient time,

the mirror that may have punished him did not exist yet.

I am told I am beautiful. The most beautiful of the mortals.

The most beautiful of the mortals can only love himself. This is my misery.

This is my misery.

When I try to hug myself, I cloud my image.

I'd like to separate me from my own love but it is out of my power.

I can't resolve to deny myself.

My pain is taking all my strengths away.

I am reduced to an endless despair.

I have to give up on life. I wish I could die.

Farewell, fatal mirror. I'm in love my myself.

I cannot be happy, as people foretold me.

Here I am, breathing my last breath.

Farewell, vain love.

The morale of this story is simple.

Narcissus loves his own kind. So he's an homosexual.

He cannot be happy. It can only kill him.

He's like a flower in a hothouse.

Mythical tale from an educational book.

A.

Like Apollo.

Apollo, God of music, poetry and arts,

is represented as a young beardless man.

Perfectly beautiful, crowned with bay leaves and holding a lyre.

He became intimate with Hyacinth.

But one day, as they were playing in the palace, he willingly killed him.

Sorry about that incident,

Apollo metamorphosed his friend into a flower,

which also took the name of hyacinth.

Hyacinth left.

He ran away from a country filled with bitter memories.

He worked on the building of Troy's walls.

Apollo pretended to be the inventor of music and poetry.

He fought a musical battle against the satyr Marsyas,

a skillful flute player bankrolled by Pluto.

It was agreed that the loser would be at the service of his opponent.

Yes.

The god won and used his advantage in a barbaric way.

He ordered Marsyas to be...

Editor's note...

sodomized alive.

♪ You look like an angel ♪

♪ You walk like an angel ♪

♪ You talk like an angel ♪

♪ But I know ♪

♪ You're definitely not one ♪

They sent me to the psychoanalyst.

I can't see myself in the mirror.

Stand up in front of the mirror.

Is there some fog?

Focus! Focus! For God's sake! Cameraman, the focus!

I see myself upside-down!

- My head is upside-down. - Always at the antipodes, dear.

This is upsetting.

I see double!

Take your medicine.

I see everything but I can't be seen.

Are you active or passive?

- Both, Sir. - Excuse me?

Both, Sir.

Is that possible?

With or without cream?

What's the flavour of the ice-cream?

I'm having a boner!

You are very incestuous. Get ready for some electroshocks.

I'm on the other side of the mirror and time doesn't exist anymore.

What were you saying?

Nothing, I was just thinking out loud.

I see. But beyond that?

Fuck off, Mister Psychiatrist!

Fuck off, Mister Psychiatrist!

Fuck off, Mister Psychiatrist!

♪ We are the guys from the future ♪

♪ Raised in suffering ♪

♪ Yes, we will know how to vanquish or die ♪

♪ We work for the good cause ♪

♪ To free the human kind ♪

♪ It doesn't matter if our blood spills ♪

♪ On the cobblestones of our path ♪

♪ Watch out! Watch out! ♪

♪ You the narrow-minded, ♪ ♪ the bourgeois, the replete ♪

♪ Here is the young guard! ♪ ♪ Here is the young guard! ♪

♪ Descending the cobblestones ♪

♪ The final struggle is beginning ♪

♪ It's the revenge of the hungry ♪

♪ The revolution is marching on ♪

♪ It's the battle against the mischievous ♪

♪ Watch out! Watch out! ♪

♪ Here comes the young guard! ♪

The minor has no right. He belongs to his parents.

His words are silenced. Nobody listens to him.

He's taught how to hate his body. Pee and poo are dirty.

He shall fear the little girls.

There is nothing we can hope

for the adults who have been martyred during their childhood

and who keep huge black holes in their bodies.

Childhood is repressed.

Look at the images the society wants us to carry on.

Touch your flute, not your pee-pee. Sing songs and dance in circle.

Hold hands, nothing more. Don't kiss whoever you want to.

We are dreaming of caresses, kisses.

Our bodies are firm and hard. Our torsos are gracious.

Adults find us pretty.

So they lock us up in their families, their schools, their museums...

They fertilize us with their principles, their morale, their education.

We are all born, then we are separated in boys and girls.

Future Moms, future Dads.

Mom is weak, as we know. Dad is strong, virile and owns a house.

I yearn for nudity. I refuse the role I'm being given as a guy.

I don't care about super-virility.

I want to follow my own body.

Not you directions, your interdictions, your arrow-marked paths.

I don't give a fuck about your posing pouches.

We'll stop listening to adults talking about our sexuality.

We'll create our own, for our own happiness.

Because we are tired of your interpretation of

sins, duties, cleanness, dirt, family, sacrifice, penitence...

It bores us and give us acne.

We are strangled by your ties.

They are made of idiocy, frustration and ugliness.

Politics and sexuality should be as easy to understand as rock music lyrics.

♪ I want to love wholeheartedly ♪

♪ Wholeheartedly as if I was damned ♪

♪ Nothing can stop our love ♪

♪ I'm ready to put my life at risk ♪

♪ Wholeheartedly yours, my love ♪

♪ Wholeheartedly I'm running to you ♪

♪ I don't know why and still, my friends ♪

♪ To my heart's content, ♪ ♪ I'm running toward madness ♪

♪ Wholeheartedly toward our future ♪

♪ Wholeheartedly we have to go ♪

♪ I'm ready to fight for my love ♪

♪ I waited for this day my whole life ♪

♪ I want to love wholeheartedly ♪

♪ Little room of our youth ♪

♪ For me you will always, always, ♪ ♪ be the most beautiful ♪

♪ Because it's where ♪

♪ I ate the vivid fruit ♪

♪ It has made me crazy about it ♪

♪ Because love made my soul shine ♪

♪ I believe in it, deep inside me ♪

♪ I ate the fruit, it was shivering ♪

♪ Like everybody, ♪ ♪ I want to sing my happiness ♪

♪ My love is not hurting anybody ♪

♪ But it makes my heart so bright ♪

♪ Happiness comes to those ♪ ♪ who live hidden away ♪

♪ But to really taste the passing of time ♪

♪ In Paris, lost in the crowd, ♪ ♪ aren't we happily together? ♪

♪ I ate the vivid fruit ♪

♪ It has made me crazy about it ♪

♪ Because love made my soul shine ♪

♪ And I'm ready to do foolishnesses ♪

♪ Oh my love, Oh you! ♪

...of the Arabs is a land that brings money

to the whores, who are victims themselves.

Thus, the chain of exploited persons is fulfilled.

Morale and censorship support a society that hold people down

with codes, grids, labels and ghettos.

Our society has precise ideas on each type of people. It categorizes them.

A young minor girl must be kind, clean and sweet.

A boy must be kind, clean and sweet.

But not too much, it would be feminine.

The young girl must get ready to become a woman, which is a docile wife.

A man must be strong, virile and earn a good salary.

The main goal of this education is for the man and the woman to marry.

So as to have many children, boys and girls, who will do the same.

May those who don't want to do so hide in the public urinals they use to occupy.

Because they know, these horrible monsters,

that a penis, in its medical term, is not only used to piss or make kids.

Fags, this year,

are virilizing.

They are wearing leather and mustaches.

This makes the labels on the boxes irrelevant.

We don't know anymore who is one and who isn't.

This phenomenon needs to be corrected.

So we let cops infiltrate them, fuck them and denounce them.

We should put some in the crowds, they worry the institutions too.

We don't know who's who anymore.

When you put an animal in a box

you can easily find him, thanks to its registration number.

Also it is a great spectacle, very funny.

Because everybody needs to know

there is only one sexuality.

Only this one will be accepted as valuable,

profitable and hygienic.

As for the others,

there is dissimulation, prohibition,

darkness and nights.

...is dissimulation, prohibition,

darkness, nights and dreams.

1 rook = 1 kiss, 1 bishop = 1 handjob, 1 knight = 1 blowjob,

1 queen = 1 69 1 king = FUCKmate

♪ Mister Schoolteacher ♪

♪ do you remember me? ♪

♪ A little boy who, I think, ♪

♪ was not always very kind. ♪

♪ A little boy who has grown a lot. ♪

♪ And who often thinks now ♪

♪ "This was a good time!" ♪

♪ Mister Schoolteacher, ♪

♪ I can remember you ♪

♪ "Geese, teeth, feet, ♪ ♪ children, mice, oxen!" ♪

♪ And all the others! ♪

♪ Geography, recitation, ♪

♪ French history, redaction, ♪

♪ what a program! ♪

♪ Despite time flying, ♪

♪ it is true that ♪ ♪ memories from school ♪

♪ can never be forgotten. ♪

♪ Mister Schoolteacher, ♪

♪ I will never forget the day, ♪

♪ during our last lesson, ♪

♪ our last tuition, ♪

♪ when I felt on my body ♪

♪ your hand, whispering, ♪

♪ "Have a good journey!" ♪

♪ Mister Schoolteacher, ♪

♪ It can't be helped, these memories, ♪

♪ I often remember them ♪

♪ they always come to my mind ♪

♪ And I always feel a bit ashamed ♪

♪ that I have never ♪

♪ sent you some news ♪

♪ Despite time flying, ♪

♪ it is true that ♪ ♪ memories from school ♪

♪ can never be forgotten. ♪

A young, lustful boy, is taking a shower.

At the same time, a plumber shows up at the door.

The boy dresses up as fast as he can using a sheet of paper.

His new underwear becomes wet

shows what it contains in a very lustful way.

The plumber can't believe his eyes.

He finds a trick so he can enter the living room.

Overcome by lust, he jumps on the boys

He tears up his underwear and starts licking and sucking his penis.

Before he empties his huge balls, he lets himself be fucked with great delight.

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♪ Who watched over her sheep ♪

♪ She made some cheese ♪

♪ And Ron and Ron, little patapon ♪

♪ She made some cheese ♪

♪ From her sheep's milk, Ron Ron ♪

♪ From her sheep's milk ♪

♪ The cat watched her ♪

♪ And Ron and Ron, little patapon ♪

♪ The cat watched her ♪

♪ With a mischievous air, Ron Ron ♪

♪ With a mischievous air, Ron Ron ♪

♪ If you put your paws in it ♪

♪ And Ron and Ron, little patapon ♪

♪ If you put your paws in it ♪

♪ You will get the stick ♪

♪ Do you know how to plant cabbage ♪ ♪ In the fashion, in the fashion, ♪

♪ Do you know how to plant cabbage ♪ ♪ In the fashion of our country? ♪

♪ We plant them with the foot ♪ ♪ In the fashion, in the fashion... ♪

♪ But it's not for us! ♪

A young, well-built postman

rings the doorbell of an 18 years-old boy.

He invites him to enter to tell him the news

and offers him a cup of coffee.

What the postman thought would never happen finally happens.

But you may see a pretty little animal that runs very fast.

- I know! It's a zebra! - A zebra?

Article 284.

Whoever publicly spreads songs, calls or speeches against good moral standards

may be imprisoned from one month to two years,

and/or be fined between 360 and 18,000 Francs.

♪ The prostitute is beautiful ♪

♪ Over there on the corner ♪

♪ She has clients ♪

♪ Who fill her stockings ♪

♪ When her job ends ♪

♪ She goes on her way ♪

♪ To search for a dream In a dance hall in the neighbourhood ♪

♪ Her man is an artist ♪

♪ He's a funny little guy ♪

♪ An accordionist ♪

♪ Who knows how to play java ♪

♪ She listens to java ♪ ♪ But she doesn't dance it ♪

♪ She doesn't even ♪ ♪ look at the dance floor ♪

♪ And her eyes in love ♪ ♪ Follow the nervous game ♪

♪ And the dry, long fingers of the artist ♪

♪ It gets into her skin, ♪ ♪ From the bottom, from the top, ♪

♪ She wants to sing ♪ ♪ It's physical ♪

♪ Her whole body is tense ♪ ♪ Her breath is suspended ♪

♪ She is really crazy about music ♪

♪ The prostitute is sad ♪ ♪ Over there on the corner ♪

♪ Her accordionist ♪ ♪ He has left as a soldier ♪

♪ When he returns from the war ♪ ♪ They will open a bar ♪

♪ She will be the cashier ♪ ♪ And he will be the boss ♪

♪ And life will be beautiful ♪ ♪ They will be real pashas ♪

♪ And every night, for her ♪

♪ He will play java ♪

♪ She listens to java ♪ ♪ That she hums in a whisper ♪

♪ She sees her accordionist again ♪

♪ And her eyes in love ♪ ♪ Follow the nervous game ♪

♪ And the dry, long fingers of the artist ♪

♪ It gets into her skin, ♪ ♪ From the bottom, from the top, ♪

♪ She wants to cry ♪ ♪ It's physical ♪

♪ Her whole body is tense ♪ ♪ Her breath is suspended ♪

♪ She is really crazy about music ♪

♪ The prostitute is alone ♪ ♪ Over there on the corner ♪

♪ The girls who make sad faces ♪ ♪ Men do not want ♪

♪ No matter if she dies ♪ ♪ Her man will not return ♪

♪ Farewell all the beautiful dreams ♪ ♪ Her life is messed up ♪

♪ Yet her sad legs ♪

♪ Take her to the grocery store ♪

♪ Where there is another artist ♪

♪ Who plays all night ♪

♪ She listens to the java ♪

♪ She hears the java ♪

♪ She closes her eyes ♪

♪ Her dry and nervous fingers ♪

♪ It gets into her skin, ♪ ♪ From the bottom, from the top, ♪

♪ She wants to shout ♪ ♪ It's physical ♪

♪ So, to forget, ♪ ♪ She began to dance, to turn, ♪

♪ To the sound of the music ♪

Two, three, four...

Five, six...

Seven, eight...

And nine!

♪ My guitar ♪

♪ My guitar lost its chords ♪

♪ When it's far away from your heart ♪

♪ Stop! ♪

♪ Stop the music! ♪

Kiss whoever you want to

Mom, isn't a round dance the same as a song?

Not exactly, because you don't just sing.

You can dance it too, or even mime it.

- Mime it? - Yes!

Imitate all the gestures that are made in the round dance.

It's easy, you'll see.

And these other images, very smug,

beautiful and wild, of the sailors' strips.

Three sailors are heading to the harbor.

There, they observe with desire a young sailor who seems very lustful.

The oldest of the three sailors tries to seduce him.

A few minutes later, he takes the young boy to an uninhabited place

where they remove their trousers.

Later, the two other sailors will make out with these two heroes.

Thus, the quarter will be all here and this homo movie is a great success.

It contains many unusual positions you shall not miss.

Why sex couldn't be gay? Why not?

The Little Red Riding Hood and other tales for children are, as kids know,

a stimulant for their craziest ideas.

♪ Everything carries me ♪

♪ Irresistibly to you, like before ♪

♪ Everything chains me ♪

It's an extraordinary garden

♪ It's an extraordinary garden ♪

♪ There are ducks who speak English ♪

♪ I give them bread, ♪ ♪ they wiggle their behinds ♪

I was going to the Jardin des Tuileries. It was Grey and dusty.

I could make out the Seine, the Concorde and the Obélisque. How symbolic!

I realized the unicity of the sex I was depicting.

He was a male, a young man, a mature man,

leaning on a terrace, looking at the passers-by

A virile-looking guy.

Jeans, boots, belt, leather jacket open on a hairy chest...

Someone fresher, cleaner. Like one can see in an ad.

"What a nice fashion show", I was thinking.

But the characters looked...

superficial.

And so inaccessible!

Delicate stone sculptures covered with bronze!

The fear of breaking them wouldn't let us approach them.

Attracted by their fidelity,

but afraid to be the prey of a cruel game I wouldn't understand,

I left this jungle so peculiarly organized.

Just a few steps further, I was near the Saint Guardian of the families.

I was getting some fresh air near the water, watching the kids' performance.

So there were two universes, very close geographically, but very different.

One with our family, one near the pound.

People the age of my father, my brother...

All were looking for each other, lusting for each other day and night.

♪ We also see there, statues ♪

♪ Who stay still all day long, people say ♪

♪ But I know that when the night comes, ♪

♪ They go dancing on the lawn ♪

♪ Dad, this is an extraordinary garden ♪

♪ There are birds who hold a buffet ♪

♪ They sell grain, small pieces of gruyère ♪

♪ Amongst their customers they have the Mayor and the sub-prefect. ♪

♪ I had to find, in this huge, gloomy city ♪

♪ Where tourists get bored in their cars ♪

♪ I had to find a place for a walk ♪

♪ I confess that Saturday I entered by chance, ♪

♪ In, in, in this extraordinary garden ♪

♪ Far from black buildings and pedestrian crossings, ♪

♪ There was a ball handing primroses out ♪

♪ In a green area, small frogs were singing ♪

♪ A song to greet the moon ♪

♪ As soon as it appeared, pink from emotion. ♪

♪ They sang, I believe, The Brown Waltz, ♪

♪ An old owl said to me: “What a distraction!” ♪

♪ Mom, in this extraordinary garden ♪

♪ I suddenly saw the most beautiful girl, ♪

♪ She came close to me and simply said, ♪

♪ “I like you a lot, I like men with sparkling eyes!” ♪

♪ The clock goes tic tac tic tic ♪

♪ The birds of the lake go pic pac pic pic ♪

♪ Glou glou glou go all the turkeys ♪

♪ And the nice bell goes ding ding dong But... ♪

♪ Boom! When our heart does Boom ♪

♪ Everything with it does boom And love is awakened ♪

♪ Boom! It sings... ♪

♪ As soon as I notice him ♪

♪ I feel inside me ♪

♪ My heart beating ♪

♪ Endless nights of love ♪

♪ Bring great happiness ♪

♪ The pain and bothers fade away ♪

♪ Happy, so happy I could die ♪

♪ When he takes me into his arms ♪

♪ He speaks to me softly ♪

♪ And I see my life in pink ♪

♪ He tells me words of love ♪

♪ They are everyday words ♪

♪ And this does something to me ♪

♪ He has entered into my heart ♪

♪ A bit of happiness ♪

♪ Of which I know the reason ♪

♪ It's only him for me And me for him, for life ♪

♪ He told me, he swore to me ♪

♪ For life ♪

♪ And, as soon as I notice you ♪

♪ I feel inside me ♪

♪ My heart beating ♪

Bruno is a minor.

A teenager dreaming of caresses and love

from somebody else than his family, his nation or his teacher.

But it is forbidden.

Even more for an infamous love.

So to the images of his nation,

Bruno opposed images from his dreams and his fantasies.

He became a Little Nemo in Slumberland,

promised land he was sharing with other angels.

Bruno dressed according to the images society gives to homosexuality

He wallows in these images.

He wears fancy dresses, just like policemen, sailors, plumbers or thugs do.

Looking at our social education system from a sexual point of view,

the need to hide penises and deflowered anuses

is very biased but also very indicative of the inequalities

men/women, active/passive, exploiters/exploited, screwers/screwed,

fuckers/fucked and their consequences,

frustration, ugliness, repression and other flaws.

Bruno's sex is cultural, erotic, pornographic, social,

political, poetic... whatever.

It existed, anyway.

Though, parents, priests, educators, psychoanalysts, policemen...

All deny the existence of sex before the age of 18.

They give childhood and adolescence an image of innocence and purity.

They are denied the right to love and it gives them acne.

The angels have a sex. They can use it to be happy.

Subtitles: tadanobu@KG Proofreading: flipflink