Angel, pants, chest, each hour, acquaintance, asleep, big, lightning, shadows, sounds, fear, train, fire, abyss, drugs, brilliant, like, live, hear, always, laugh, never, no, tragedy, which, passion, logic, childish, believer, torture, alone, sign, monster, fascinated, war, language, generous, idols, pain, ass, moon, cristal, fruits, into, milk, fault, used, hand, open, season, calendar, invisible…
_What is that?
_It’s a society. A words society.
_A what? It seems a little too chaotic. This troop of gaily-coloured concepts, faithless, hopeless, where everyone live in self-governing? YOU call this a society? Where the hell are the structures, the relations, the patterns, the masters, the slaves, the hierarchy? A society based on anarchy will never see the light! Your words seems so absent, just put together like if they weren’t really part of the deal.
_I think they assume there own significations, without waiting for a verb or an adverb to complete them…
_It is not a society that you created there. Because in fact, no sentences, no philosophy, no tendencies. Which adjectives am i supposed to use to qualify your society? Should i say liberal, religious, conformist? There’s nothing i can say because there is nothing significant here.
_So what you want is a society with power relationships, hierarchy, families, governement? Yeah right…
Storm, rage, KISS, wind, chains, water, coton, rare, liar, away, witch, window, old, poor, nihilism, hilarious, fallen, clear, clean, hell…
_Now then?
_Well it doesn’t look real much like a society either. Too much conformist this time. Why is it that the families are put together? Have you ever seen a united family living together in peace and harmony? A respectable society is based on a dominant concept: the couple. With or without children. This is where it all starts… I want some couple of all styles: some happy, others opposites, near of the divorce, couples who are bored together because they’re just like each other. We also need some stupid mans to fuck whatever has tits. And wait a minute… What is that word bigger and larger than the others?
_It is the president. The one having a power over everyone else.
_Be careful with your verbal revolution Dagney, your society might self-destruct…
Empty, place, silence, white, misery, sky, desert, nothing, corridor, sink, direction, picture, deep, vision, eyes, affection, pervert, sado-masochism, head….
_So now don’t you tell me this is still incorrect.
_It’s okay… But tell me, what is the last word doing there? Is it the punk?
_No, the punks are generally doing well in the society, to be able to create a shocking effect. This word is an element who just doesn’t seems to fit in the whole group. Kind of an outsider. The outsider always prefers to be put in a team where he don’t belong so he would be recognized, he’s afraid to disappear. So it’s not a punk. It’s the only survivor of an escaped time. Nobody wants to hear about it. But it had it’s hour of glory. We were listening to it carefully before… Today there are some things more important.
_Why don’t you put numbers in your society? Numbers are a part of the language, there is not a freaking zero in your text!
_What would i do with it? It’s nothing…it’s zero…
_False. It is false to say that 0+0=0… Zeros are bad winners but excellents seconds. The Zeros take there values when they’re put together. For example: 9 000 000 000 is not so bad…
Na, ked, ge, naka, rofi, jubedi, mer, beta, viv, hue, mente, kor, pourt, malo, pend, naire, blem, enta, tar, jou, po, chlo, g, f, tar, cia, mi te. deli, cart, Zero….
_What happened to your words?
_Atomic War… No survivors.
_Well you don’t seem so sad that your word society is completely dead.
_Not just my society. The words themselves are dead because you wanted me to create this society… If they had stayed self-governing like in the beginning, they would have run away and survived. But they just died in sentences, and couples, and families, and stuctures.
_You see, the Zero that you didn’t want to put in your society had alone survived the tragedy. Zero is what is left of your text…
_I don’t agree. Look at them closer, those words, hear them sing, mutilated deep in the flesh. Don’t you see how well they dance in this beautiful sensation created by death… Don’t you think they finally exist for themselves?