The struggle against alienation has to give the words their real meaning as well as to return to the their initial force
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So, don’t say anymore |
but say | |
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society |
racket | |
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professor |
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psychologist |
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poet |
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sociologist |
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militants (of all feathers) |
cops | |
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conscientious objector |
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trade unionist |
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priest |
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family |
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(non-exhaustive list) |
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information |
deformation (at the level of the world racket and its mystifications) | |
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work |
hard labour | |
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art |
that’s how much? | |
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dialogue |
masturbation | |
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culture |
shit that is used as a permanent gargle by all the pedantic idiots (see professor) | |
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my sister |
my Love | |
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dear professor |
croak bastard | |
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good night daddy |
croak bastard | |
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excuse me officer |
croak bastard | |
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thank you doctor |
croak bastard | |
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legality |
trap for assholes | |
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civilization |
sterilization | |
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urbanism |
preventive police | |
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village 1, 2, 3, 4, |
strategic hamlets | |
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structuralism |
last chance of neocapitalism whose glaring failures are covered up by official lies, which are clumsily plastered over the most obvious contradictions. |
Students, you are impotent tools (we know that already), but you will remain it as long as you will not have
-beaten up your professors
-buggered all your priest
-set fire to the university
No the Commune is not dead.
Vandalist’s department for Public Welfare – Leaflet issued at Bordeau (France) in April 1968
brilliant – thanks for this…