graffiti in Paris, May 1968

Alcohol kills. Take LSD.

Unbutton your mind as often as your fly.

Drive the cop out of your head.

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.

No replastering, the structure is rotten.

Masochism today takes the form of reformism.

Reform my ass.

Already ten days of happiness.

Don’t liberate me I’ll take care of that.

Warning: ambitious careerists may now be disguised as “progressives.”

We refuse to be highrised, diplomaed, licensed, inventoried, registered, indoctrinated, suburbanized, sermonized, beaten, telemanipulated, gassed, booked.

The forest precedes man, the desert follows him.

Concrete breeds apathy.

Coming soon to this location: charming ruins.

Live without dead time.

Down with the abstract, long live the ephemeral.

Practice wishful thinking.

Be realistic, demand the impossible.

Those who lack imagination cannot imagine what is lacking.

Exaggeration is the beginning of invention.

Forget everything you’ve been taught. Start by dreaming.

Form dream committees.

Arise, ye wretched of the university.

Professors, you make us grow old.

Going through the motions kills the emotions.

Commodities are the opium of the people.

Are you a consumer or a participant?

I participate. You participate. He participates. We participate. They profit.

Abolish alienation.

I have something to say but I don’t know what.

Comrades, stop applauding, the spectacle is everywhere.

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