Conscious that music could never be enough to change anything, she, however, allows us daily to spit all we are obliged to retain. Our intimate rage brings us more fullness than all that the world tries to impose on us. Thanks to this rage our owns are distinguishable from/among others and we base on her our encounters. We bawl out in a P.A./microphone to hit those who find themselves through her and to strengthen. Because the only possible spaces of liberty are those we get/take, those we steal or those we create. It doesn't go any further. Artists can go and get stuffed.
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