The fall
The reality of squats where angels die
Jade died of an overdose aged 15
about the death of a child, Jade, by overdose in a squat.
A site to show you the other side of the mirror.
the words – reflect on them to remember their shadow
to say: they existed during their wanderings, looking for another kind of humanity
If you want to write about life on the streets, in squats, your experiences…send me the textfile at david_souslalune@yahoo.fr and I will publish them for you with pleasure
to remember the stars behind the walls and the bright neon lights
LIVE
09 octobre 2006
finally her picture
thanks to http://www.partyvibe.com : where ravers discussing Jade talk of a lost angel
Never forget
on earth an angel : just for the duration of a sad smile
and then dead
31 août 2006
memoir
Jade. the time has passed. one needs to it live well
the streets (homeless) carry on. all the anonymous
I havent forgotten you. you who I never met
a light in the dark, in the night
a loved one
like Hope, fragile…derisory…necessary
all mankind
for those reading this : you must LIVE
20 août 2006
Caroline [on the Dark Moon…]
I have just read your site blog dedicated to the angel called Jade
A somber story. I could be the one who is lost.
It could be my life if I listened to my self destructive tendencies.
Thank you for writing this blog, for her, for all of us. Really
+ All of us have things we want to forget
I want to forget many things
Nothing in heaven and earth can offer me the serenity of forgetting
The forgetting of self for others (love), by means of the drugs ….
+ I thimnk I have found myself (finally)
As though touched by grace
One feels alive, but living within the forgetting is a contradiction
Nothing makes sense, and to forget the non-sense, what is left?
One more time, a tentative enemy of forgetting
+
I think I know myself, am stable between this and that
but as life progresses the more I realise that which I am not/
I dont know what maked me tell you this(maybe seeing myself in the writings)
+
Briefly, in the search for happiness, simplicity, the angels get lost,
abuse, are abused and end up fallen
Is the time to be an angel a long time away (has it been already)?
But must one give up wanting to be an angel for now ? + + +
19 août 2006
continue your path
seek to give witness, and express
the pain, and LIVE
my photos :
http://www.punkmiroir.book.fr
challenge with pain, hope,violence
the plastic images
survive and LIVE
it may be picture after picture, word after word
find the launching point
all the paths lead to heaven
for Humanity
[if you wish to express yourself, in pictures, trash portraits, genuine please contact me – traditional models drive me to despair…]
anonymous
I wish I had met jade to share her ill with my two friends who went to the ends of the universe looking for the door marked exit ‘ if she knows herself well or not I hope above all else she finds the peace she deserves and happiness there where she is as well ‘ you deserve the peace ‘ go to a world of peace which is yours ‘ goodbye jade
a morning in a squat # love ?
the girl who doesnt want to sleep with the guys
the guy who one morning threatens and throws things and breaks the window, lets in the winter
the fear
the friends who one sleeps next to, too used to noise to wake up
the threatenng guy who sets fire to the mattress, her possesions
the girl on the street, again, who believed herself safe, loved
and others who turn away from her – reputation, fragile
she thought the homeless were one big family and finds it is everyone for themselves
in survival mode, even the rebel look khaki/piercings, everything is transitory,
precarious and understand another thing
eh, you believed what? life on the street is no party
here, not love but bodies one possesses, ‘shitting’ and falling
living on the streets is not romantic, it is not peace and love
‘living on the street are a bunch of weirdos you know’
an old backpacker, astonished at the number children who have run away remarks ‘ where we are may be cool, but there are corners, (people) let you fall and there are even guys who steal our dogs. Doesnt matter who. even someone you share a beer with. a girl can get herself beaten up and who will react – they sleep’
the night, the blade in the hand, the shoes still on inside the sleeping bag as you darent risk taking them off, and the rest, the fights, screams, those fucking. they sleep
dont count on others. count on yourself. are you capable?
make mistakes before giving up on everything for the pseudo-rebel punk
in the fall it is
escape
and survive
and little pills, for an instant to, believe
heaven
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MORAL: if you want love, true love, dont go with drugggies and the fallen
go to school; even if the boys are arseholes and threaten you with knives
no sex without love !
after having seen one girl stuff her mouth [blowjob] and be fucked by another guy, a girl fucked to near-unconcious and the story of another girl fucked by a group of guys
is it love? its revolting, degrading, what dignity is left to her?
girls having sex to get high…
you must preserve your body and soul as a precious temple….
its not being a rebel letting yourself be treated – and thrown away- like a condom
