FOR SENSITIVE VIEWERS

child1: THEY CUT MY HEAD OFF
child2: THEY CUT MY ARMS...AND MY LEGS
child 1: THAT IS WEIRD... MOM IS 1000 pieces!!!!
child 3: I WAS AFRAID, I AM NOT...I AM BLEEDING... I AM COLD... I AM A MAN NOW..
child 2: ENGLAND SHOULD HAVE WON THE WORLD CUP.. I LOVE FOOTBALL
child 1: (yelling) MOM!! MOM.. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
mom : HOLD ON MY BELOVED ONE... I AM MAKING COFFEE .. I AM EXPECTING VISIT... THE RED CROSS IS COMING TO PICK US IN WOODEN BOXES..
child 3: ALL OF US???
mom : YES MY LOVE ALL OF US!!!
child 3: I DON"T WANT TO GO(crying)
mom : WE HAVE TO GO... WE WILL BE BROADCASTED ON BBC
child 2 : WHAT IS BBC??
mom: IT IS A TV STATION.. AN INTERNATIONAL ONE
child 3: WAKE UP MOM BBC WON"T SHOW HORROR... THEY HAVE FUCKIIIIIIIIIIN SENSITIVE VIEWERS!!!!
child 1: MOM!!! HE"S SAYING BAD WORDS!!!
mom: DON"T SAY BAD WORDS
child 2: I WANT RONALDHINO"S SHIRT
child 1: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM... I AM DEAD!!??
mom: ... (CRYING)
child 2: WHAT IS WRONG... I AM FLOATING
child 3 : FUCK YOU TV!!! FUCK YOU SENSITIVE VIEWERS!!!
mom: STOP SAYING BAD WORDS OR...
child 3 : OR WHAT??? YOU KILL ME HAHAHAHAHA....(CRYING) I LOVE YOU MOM
child 2: I LOVE YOU TOO MOM
child 1 : THEY CUT MY HEADD OFFFF MOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
child 2: HESSSSHHHHHHHH... THEY ARE HERE I CAN HEAR THEM...LET US PLAY HIDE AND SEEK WITH THEM UNDER THE ASHES...

HEY JESUS DO U REMEMBER???

My Friend,
My Brother,

We had a drink one day in Qana.. Do YOU remember??? it was fine wine we had at the time ,2000 years ago... do u need me to say more? do you need to feel outraged or do you just want me to shut the fuck up and grief???



QANA ONCE AGAIN...



CHEERS,

FORGET ABOUT IT

DO u really really think it's going to end!!!!

BULLSHIT

I started to lose hope.. I need peace .. i crawl for it
i want to live happily ever after

i want my Beirut, my city, my stars..

i want my smile


fuck you a lot with love

Brigitte Bardot

I am barking at the door of the Embassy
begging for a visa to the so-called civilised world, the world that is watching us being slaughterd, the world that evacuated his nationals from lebanon as soon as the israeli bloody fiesta started leaving us to our fate.
I am the DOG that is still barking of rage, starvation, fear and all the blablabla and the aou aou aou..
I am the DOG at the door of the embassy
I am a dancing DOG, a cute dog..a clean dog (i raise my left leg every time i want to piss)
what do you want me to do more?? bustards... i don't need your...aou aou aou aou..visaaaouu... i don't want to be civilised anymore...i am happy... i am extremley happy...evry raid reminds me that dogs can fly..every bomb reminds me that dogs can die with respect and dignity..aou aou..

special dog, pink dog, hot dog(hehe)

bustards...aou aou..i am barking in front of the embassy door...begging for a visa...i will devour it with other 4 million dogs waiting to be burried under the ashes of their homes ..brrrrrrrrr

THE NIPPLES OF ARIEL SHARON

Mr. Ariel,

I am EDO, you don't know me for sure and i don't think you have ever heard of me(u may check my profile if you like), i am a little nobody in this crazy land called the middle east... but me i have heard a lot about you...they say you like steak..sorry you used to like steak, and that you are being fed these days by pipes. you are a meat lover..ooh that is nice Mr. Ariel..you certainly became addicted to meat in 82 after tasting (i don't know maybe long before that) the tender flesh of civilians in Sabra and chatilla and co. Mr. Ariel believe me I know that you are in the coma right now, i noticed that. and i noticed that you are dying slowly but believe me i miss you a lot, and all the children, women and men of lebanon miss you too ISRAELIAN INSANITY IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU..




with love,
EDO

PASSPORT

We are COOL
We are STUPID
We are HAPPY
We are CRAZY
We are HORSE
We are SEXY
We are KOALA
We are HOMMOS
We are MANHATTEN
We are DEAD
We are SAD (really sad)
We are BOUM AIE
We are DOCTOR NO
We are PIZZA
We are LEBANESE
We are SWEET
We are NICE
We are ASTON MARTIN DB7
We are CHEWERMA
We are DONKEY
We are ASS
We are ANGEL
We are GOD
We are DOSTOIEVSKI
We are PLAYMATE
We are ZORBA THE GREEK
We are SUSHI
We are GOOD
We are BASSTA
We are JINGLE BELLS
We are FELLAFEL
We are KAMASUTRA
We are DING DANG DONG
We are ZOBBI WAWA AH WAWA AH

WE ARE VERY SORRY THAT YOU(israel) ARE BOMBING US, PLEASE FORGIVE US FOR BEING BOMBED WITH ALL KIND OF BOMBS(BY THE WAY DO U HAVE ANY KINDER BOMB WITH A TOY INSIDE OF IT TO ASSEMBLE???), YOU ARE SO NICE OH DEAR ISRAEL FOR NOT KILLING ALL OF US YET, PLEASE MAKE US A BIG MUSHROOM, STRIKE US, STRIKE US MORE WE DESERVE IT...OH THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, YOU ARE SEXY ISRAEL, YOU ARE KIND...GIVE ME MORE OH YEAH..OH OH...LALALALALA..AMEN.
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LEBANON WAR... LEBANON WAR...

brrrrrrr....taka taka taka boum
ts ts ts tak...ts ts ts tak(bis)
chaka waka...laka baka
ts ts ts tak...ts ts ts tak(bis)
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je veux quitter
je veux quitter
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i want to leave

lebanese women are great oriental dancers
lebanese men are intelligent
i masturbate a lot
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i want to go to the south
i feel so blue
it is very true
i don't have a clue
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I'm PROUD of being lebanese 100%

and i think that god is on our side we have his party in the south(nanananananana)
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young man with big ears wants a young woman who likes to fly
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after 15 years of war and 15 years of peace we are still the hooker of the middle east
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tell me the truth.
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condi for president
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fuck it... but hey... u can still go to kesrouan(kleiat, fakra,faraya) metn(broumana)Chouf(deir el kamar)... Beirut (downtown)
enjoy your fellafel

La Revolte

Je baise...les bombes m'apaisent: JE SUIS VIRIL.

La Famine

5 minutes… rien.
J’ai attendu.
Le bruit de la rue, les enfants qui courent avec leurs cerfs-volants, les cerfs-volants qui s’élèvent a peine du sol, les jeunes gaillards en colère au coin près de l’amusment center, l’enfant jésus et la sainte vierge devant les cimetières.
Je rentre. Je ferme la porte du balcon. Je suis maudit. Il faut que je me lave. J’entends ses pas sur les escaliers, elle monte rapidement, elle sonne…je prends mon temps… elle sonne…je suis devant la porte. Je me frotte la barbe. Je pense. Je la fais attendre 90 secondes. Il fait pas tellement froid dehors…ça ne fait rien j’ai un peu trop attendu moi-même.
« Tu dormais »
« Tu ne veux pas arrêter de fumer »
« Je suis fatiguée »
« ….. »
Je me lave.
Elle est devant mon ordinateur, elle travaille, elle fouille, elle viole mon intimité, elle MSN, MSN, MSN.
Sous la douche je suis lapidé par les gouttes d’eau. Je pleure, je sens la folie, je fais des grimaces, je suis dans ma cellule.

Je me rase le crâne. Elle frappe sur la porte des toilettes. Je ne réponds pas. Je pense, j’essaye de me rappeler ce que j’avais rêvé la nuit. Je laisse ma barbe !!! Je n’ai rien.
Je sors, elle n’est pas ici. Je suis content.
Il y a de la magie dans le monde
Il y a de l’humour. Un humour sinistre.
J’entends ses pas sur les escaliers.
C’est elle…
... J’attends.