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MAY 1968 GRAFFITI
Conservatism is a
synonym for rottenness and ugliness.
You are hollow.
You will end up
dying of comfort.
Revolution ceases
to be the moment it calls for self-sacrifice.
The prospect of
finding pleasure tomorrow will never compensate for today’s boredom.
When people
notice they are bored, they stop being bored.
Happiness is a
new idea.
A cop sleeps
inside each one of us. We must kill him.
Drive the cop out
of your head.
Religion is the
ultimate con.
Neither God nor
master.
In the decor of
the spectacle, the eye meets only things and their prices.
Commute, work,
commute, sleep . . .
Meanwhile
everyone wants to breathe and nobody can and many say, “We will breathe later.”
And most of them don’t die because they are already dead.
Boredom is
counterrevolutionary.
We don’t want a
world where the guarantee of not dying
of starvation brings the risk of dying
of boredom.
In a society that
has abolished every kind of adventure
the only adventure that remains is to
abolish the society.
The liberation of
humanity is all or nothing.
Those who make
revolutions half way only dig their own graves.
No replastering,
the structure is rotten.
Humanity won’t be
happy till the last capitalist is hung
with the guts of the last bureaucrat.
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