Fiction : THE REFUGE !
26 sept 2016 par vincent
Marilyn, Ozzy and Nicolas Noguier walk through the Parisian streets to arrive on time for the recording with Johnny Halliday, lost in the huge historic maze of the French capital, among tourists. Ozzy, pretty tired and a little groggy with the codeine Tylenol he took for his headache, freaks out with his iPhone6 Czechoslovak GPS voice application “Pain Sign Deny…” (The phone responds negatively)”… Plane slain dounia…” (The device reiterates) “… Johnny Halliday Motherfucking shit hi-tech phone…” (The phone starts to bug)… “Optic 2000…” (The phone understands the question and indicates the directions for Johnny Halliday’s recording studio) I hope the bastard will sound better on disc than his grotty reputation, in any case he really fed us up with strokes going around in circles like a pooch looking for a lamppost free of other mutts’ piss to find him » said Ozzy.
While Nicolas signs Johnny Halliday’s royalties with his manager in his label’s offices, Marilyn, Ozzy and Halliday go celebrate their collaboration in a Japanese club. On arrival Halliday blow things out of proportions on Nippon techno music « that reminds me when I sing lullabies to Jade, she loves techno… She’s got Rock and Roll in her blood (customers acclaim him) Yeah, Optic 2000” says Halliday. Marilyn is bewildered, they sit down and order a drink while a karaoke of techno Sex Pistols covers is played. Halliday immediately catches the microphone “Yeah, I’ll Light the Fire* for gays, whose life the Socialists Painted Black*, but thanks to my Rock and Roll charisma, I’ll Optic 2000 their discomfort, so they regain The yearning for yearning* to vote Sarkozy and buy my Rock and Roll records. And I’ll have saved all these Queers with Positive Attitude … » he tells the clients. Marilyn drinks his glass and gives Halliday the fierce Gothic Metal finger « in fucking featuring, don’t forget you didn’t write anything and it pays off your tax scandals in Switzerland motherfucker » he yells « What my mug, What is it with My Mug*? Everyone loves Johnny, people sing his songs when they work during their coffee break. Johnny is certainly aware that in reality I’m Not A Hero*, because life hurts Gabrielle*” continues Halliday “ ah you totally fist fucked this one… Hemorrhoidal Tampax of decency are still dripping profusely. All volunteers from Neither Whores nor Doormats got violently smashed with amphetamines in an illegal teknival of punk junkies under massive overdoses of ecstasy, LSD, coke and vodka, in a satanic after in the catacombs of the Père Lachaise cemetery. Johnny Halliday really vasectomized all the CSA reforming nob cocks, too busy concealing the Malagasy underage prostitutes at church during traditionalist parish mass; where old bedridden – retirees – flood their budget anti-piss diapers” adds Marilyn while simulating the act of masturbation with his ringed hand. Halliday takes his stage position, legs apart « Johnny, he loves people, and he does good for them disseminating Rock and Roll in their cottages. Even when Black is Black* too long, Johnny sings the Rock and Roll … Optic 2000 « continues Halliday. Marilyn waved his iPhone6 « prepare your motherfucking Twitter, now he’s ready to take a bankable crap while you taste your spoiled Sushi, just rescued from the health inspection. Try not to smash open your guts hogging the blingbling turd for Closer trots Magazine selfies. Bog roll autographed by Johnny are available near the bar « quips Marilyn.
Halliday raises one arm in the air as if to baptize and save customers of the club « now I just have to make All The Music That I Love* Live on Drucker’s and Star Academy’s, it will sell the album in primetime. Because with I Hold back the Sun* » says Halliday. Ozzy steps in a bit drunk « the fucking French rock boss’s completely loaded » he says. Halliday takes his stage position, legs apart, on a techno trance remix and sings The house of the rising sun*, a little behind « hell yeah, represent fucking seniors’ Rock, I smoke a spliff mixed with LSD to liven up this moron’s performance » adds Ozzy out loud.
Marilyn grabs a microphone and sticks it against his lips with his ringed fingers « ladies and motherfucking gentlemen, promotional performance for senior diapers. Who better to symbolize the incontinence of a Rock and Roll diarrhea, worn to the bone, recycled by pre-formatted disk industries to fill your ears with good crap hits… Johnny Halliday for Huggies diapers on sale across the French hexagon. Your retirees will be able to quietly gut themselves before the lucrative incineration – planned well in advance, in an unscrupulous notary who plies his trade with wealthy widows to recoup his Legal incompetence – orchestrated by your ungrateful and stupid brats in a hospice full of asbestos. Admire how the old coot, butchered by Operation and drunk as a skunk of Germanic beer sipped by Neo-Nazi hooligans during a Football match, knows how to ‘hold back the sun’* inside his CK one pants. It’s all about self-control, one wrong syllable and it is a fecal damage worse than the toilets of a Luciferian S&M church during a black mass for seniors, after Cougars have happily had an orgy with grandpas in their feces Johnny Halliday the one and only entertainer who staggeringly taxes you, to take his Rock and Roll dump, dripping in Petit Bateau underwear, which funds the pyrotechnics of the Stade de France. Johnny drops you a Vivendi Universal load, like an exotic Thai waterfall during your holiday already racketeered by handjob officials of the National Assembly (Halliday starts to stutter, Marilyn plugs its iPhone6 on the amps near the DJ) Arma-goddam-motherfucking-geddon, turn these dicks on Johnny, the pace is shit or too outdated for your experienced Rocker skills. (Marilyn plays Japanese trash deathcore Harteck full blast. Halliday tries in vain to follow the tempo) Jesus motherfucking Christ … Johnny gave us one hell of a satanic Freestyle, live on Fun shit Radio!!! Long live the blackout attitude, sponsored by your favorite funeral home. We’ll make the buzz our lousy social networks. (Marilyn coldly stares at the customers and in his Gothic voice from beyond the grave) Twitter Mein Kempf 666 motherfuckers, Dracula ghetto represent. (Halliday starts vomiting his guts) right, remix your masters ‘Johnny Walker’ Vivendi Universal. Keep your Rock and Roll style dude, » quips Marilyn. The bar standing evacuates the Artists from the stage, when Halliday has a severe epileptic seizure on the floor. Marilyn takes a selfie next to Halliday, drooling « hell yeah, stylish new album cover for the Refuge, it will ace. We’ll oust those photographers who cost an arm and a leg with our Ikea improv » he tells Ozzy, who’s approaching and pukes on Halliday still on the ground.
Marilyn and Ozzy are in the studio with Celine Dion for the single in favor of the association ‘The Refuge’. Marilyn screams his scores in the choruses, Celine pouts putting her fingers in her ears face to Ozzy, who is constantly amorphous « is it his voice is not too cacophonous tell me, rockybally grandpa from the Sixties? Terrible those cries, it reminds me of when Barbara Streisand gave the Malagasy caterer hell – because he had unsanitarily slaughtered pigs, purchased at a discount, in the kitchen of her designer villa, with a Gardening chainsaw – at the Garden Party for the record sales Platinum trophy of her featuring with Michael Jackson. Besides, Barbara was busy monitoring Michael Jackson’s compulsive incestuous libido, obsessed by baptizing – with his lifted sex, he kept referring to as ‘Tinckerbell ‘- altar boys of the Protestant church who had come for a Tribute to Herbbie Hancock. There, Marilyn is a done in rock crybaby, his voice is totally has been. I guess he’s bored all the worshipers of Satan who still listen to his records » she adds. Ozzy – although shocked for his friend, but nevertheless, with a numbed mind – looks at her with eyes loaded with alcohol, fatigue and other illegal substances « no he is still starting out, nothing to do with the time I urinated on the face of the driver of the tour bus we shared for the Ozzfest. The bus driver was already struggling with the GPS, stuck in German… There Marilyn yelled his guts right. By the way, the cops who fined us had thought we were slaughtering goats inside the bus for a satanic mass. But you do not know my wife … Take away her subscription to Home Design magazine, and Halloween is a soft version of The Sound of Music compared with the cult scene of the Exorcist… Sharon is a complete hysteric possessed by a legion of demons, all roomies and often there are conflicts at the general meetings of trustee of the Fallen Angels, owning the head of my wife, it would squirt evangelist orgasmic cum of fucking vaticanists fundamentalists Archbishops – active members of the S&M Papale medievalists Bible jerks – aaaaaahhhh my Sharon… She’s the best fucking wife who’ll always give the marital Durex picket a hard-on » Ozzy stutters.
Celine swallows her slightly dazed glottis. René Charles – her son – just asks if she can pay his movie tickets to facilitate the salacious sex date with a preppy and very scatterbrained girl, for the cherub of Quebecer. Celine looks at the list of films showing « no, no, no my love, not ‘Tarzan’ … It’s too much of a barbaric basher this film, don’t go watch how beautiful Animals are cut and eaten by these wild and naked Cro-Magnons. It is as if you watched the Las Vegas attraction zebras be decapitated and violently eaten before the fans of your international superstar mom, by the villain Squaws illegally on American soil who always make a fuss in the queues to your Platinum superstar mom shows, in an environmental documentary for National Geographic Chanel, with scenes of abominable lint … Hey, go and see that that one, it’s a beautiful movie about Vincent van Gogh. You know this is the famous homeless, depressed and schizophrenic painter who has plenty of followers on Twitter. This is the painter who inspired Justin Bieber for his hip-hop show in Vegas. Van Gogh committed suicide shooting himself in the head. He was tired of the harassment of the imaginary voices that tortured his crazy bum life, to the point where Van Gogh cut his ear with a lousy box cutter. He mucked his hotel room up with his blood. And so it will teach you about the work values you need to live like an international pop star, a pop star who’s thoroughly Twitted. You see, Van Gogh sold his paintings to eat stale bread and drink from random water basins, like fountains casinos in Vegas. Try to educate yourself in Paris my love, ok?! … » she says. On his iPhone6 Ozzy looks at the most appropriate movies « Fuck … Do not listen to the screaming chicks, fucking reminder playlist. This fucking iPhone6 was reactivated on the porn videos I checked out last night not to booze and have a hangover during the day in studio… (Porn actresses scream in agony)… Shut the fuck up, satanic iPhone6 … Fuck you bitch … Oooooohhh, wait man, but she’s giving me a boner in this indecent position, we’ll have to test it with Sharon. Hey Marilyn, look how this hipster Playmobil unhinges his bitch » lets Ozzy aloud to Marilyn, who hones his lyrics in the recording booth.
Celine looks at the list of other movies advertised in the newspaper with the ratings of highly educated journalists « Ah look my love isn’t this a good one there with Ben Affleck and Ben Stiller against Dolph Lundgren and Mr. T., it’s about a conservative Republican pastor who teams with an fundamentalist Episcopalian exorcist. Together they chase an ugly nymphomaniac Soviet S&M Satanist who schemes an illegal pedophile traffic with a nasty gay Congolese mafioso – cocaine abuser and a drug dealer – during the Republican election campaigns in America. It is a pro-Jesus film sponsored by Unicef, baby love … No?!! Otherwise there’s this movie where Kevin Spacey kidnaps and rapes Julia Roberts’ pets to sell them on the Chinese black market, because she refuses the joint custody of their adopted children, suffering from AIDS in terminal phase. Or if not, there is the movie with Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling saving the United States of America, freeing Anne Hathaway who’s held prisoner in Eddy Murphy’s Islamist harem, he’s the Salafist terrorist villain who wants to kill nice poor innocent Americans, to glorify Allah. By the way, Anne Hathaway’s Chador and all the jihadists burquas in the film are sublime Haute Couture creations by Christian Lacroix, I saw them in Vogue Magazine. Or else, there is the film directed by Marc Dorcel, with Clint Eastwood playing a nymphomaniac transsexual Buddhist with AIDS who dresses up as a girl on the streets of Tokyo and contaminates all Japanese Sex shops in the Name of Tibet. After, he struggles to organize a patriotic Tibetan gay pride, but is chased by the Dalai Lama in Shanghai. He returns to Tibet – after an intensive training in American GIs’ camps – to saw up and torch down with Napalm all Tibetan Buddhist Monasteries. At the end, he sodomizes the Dalai Lama with a Brazzers strap-on. It’s a beautiful philosophical porn on accepting queers, the Tibetans porn actors are well-endowed what’s more. Eastwood is remarkable when he orders the Dalai Lama to squeal like a pig when he gets fucked in the ass… Amazing movie, Eastwood won the AVN Award for Best Senior porn actor… All anal sequences without Viagra or Poppers… (Rene Charles indicates a different choice, Celine is against) ah no, not ‘The Reader’ this film is too disgusting and sick, it will hurt your fragile child minds with pure innocent souls » says Celine. Meanwhile, behind them, Marilyn and Ozzy salaciously comment aloud because they enjoy the top 20 of the X videos playlist, stored on Ozzy’s iPhone6. The two rockers are delighted by the videos « fucking bitches, they love stuffing themselves with abundantly spurting cocks, these Sunday nymphos… What a pack of hotties » smiles Marilyn.
Celine, having scarcely understood, sings the praises of sexual abstinence. « See René Charles, it’s important to remain a virgin until the Wedding in Vegas. Because a girl is tender, fragile and delicate. Like a pretty modest, innocent and fresh flower which saves herself for her beautiful celeb wealthy Prince, hounded by paparazzi and advertising contracts for famous Design Couturiers » she says. Marilyn fires « what a bunch of bitches, look how she polishes his cock while she licks his glands, her face dripping with cum while he grabs her hair and his buddy’s slapping her ass… Motherfucking depraved bitches, Jesus! What a hard-on she’s giving me » he says, « wait look how this tart performs this satanic doggy style, she’d vasectomize a whole pilgrimage to Lourdes… Hell yeah, fucking bitch… but hey, she’s swallowing the whole gremlins semantic waterfall like a goddamn Japanese high tech dishwasher. Hell this chick gets unhinged good by caricatured with anabolic steroids hipsters. My undies are flooded with sperm » stutters Ozzy. The teenagers seem unsettled in front of Celine « you have to be a gentleman with girls, they will only appreciate considerate, courteous, respectful and very faithful gentlemen » she continues. Marilyn and Ozzy rampage « wouaaah look how she zigzags from cock to cock with her bitch eyes during this very dirty sodomy. Jesus motherfucking Christ how many liters of sperm can they swallow. Looks like they store an illegal clandestine Boat People of sperm. If they get knocked up, they will increase the marketing profitability of Republican of abortions clinics in Texas. Even a Lebanese pimp in legal bankruptcy could afford a luxury designer villa in Palm Beach to hide from immigration services if these whores had the energy of these porn stars. Forbes magazine’s cover pronto for the pimp » adds Marilyn. Celine ends her argument « a girl will remain fragile and very sensitive before her prince charming, he will need to listen to her carefully, he will be kind to ladies and preserve their modest virginity » she smiles to her son flabbergasted by the virulent screams of the 2 rockers behind Celine, « BIIIIIIITCHES!!! » they shout in symphonic synchronization » aaaaahhh I’ve got a boner man, I’ve got a boner Christ almighty!!! It’ll squirt karcher demonic cum in the studio. Fuck, it fucking excites me how she comes while they finger her and fucks her in the ass » says Ozzy » oh damn, they’re thrusting a dwarf in her ass for fuck sake… Jesus motherfucking Christ, the chick is completely turned on » exclaims Marilyn.
They carefully look closer at the iPhone6, dumbstruck… Marilyn moves back and vomits in a corner of the studio « oh fuck, stop that it’s too disgusting the way she expels the dwarf from her vulva full of bloody cum on West Indian porn actors. Jesus motherfucking Christ, stop this crap Ozzy, it looks like the scene of Rosemary’s baby where Satan viciously rapes Mia Farrow and ejaculates his tektonik gremlins in her vulva, » says Marilyn looking at Ozzy, before spitting a morning absinthe rest. Ozzy stares at the porn on his iPhone6, looking both fascinated and slightly haggard « damn, my hard-on’s tearing my trunks » stutters Ozzy fully excited and drunk. He slips away taking his iPhone6 for a very solitary moment to meditate with Madame5.
The sound engineer records another session with Marilyn « Satan’ll rape your anus, Angels sucked your Jesus … God burn your motherfucking Venus » sings Marilyn before the frightened teenagers escape « enjoy the movies love » adds Celine. Ozzy then returns to Celine with an organic salad from the fridge in the next room « a small snack Quebecer, just to recharge your Energizer vocal performances and satanically massacre the material? » he offers Celine. The latter gobbles up the salad at full speed « thank you rockybally grandpa from the Sixties, this salad is tip top. See how you can have a lovely mouthwatering treat, with nothing but the organic kitchen and keep the silhouette of an International Pop Star massively twitted on Peoples Networks » she says. Marilyn finishes tweaking his lyrics with Ozzy while Céline comes to see them excited and completely hysterical. Celine is almost completly loaded on all illicit pharmaceutical substances that Ozzy has in his organic body. Ozzy ejaculated his semen – full of banned chemical drugs – in Celine Dion’s organic salad. She hops in every direction holding a portable radio on a pirate frequency, intended for rave party, of techno trance music « hey kitties, it’s gonna rock dead freaking fags’ undies… With this fucking junkies, we’re flipping platinum and hell we make tons of dough. We’ll flood profitable marketing on the back of fags. Once we get the whole moolah, I’ll suck both your dicks!!! Go rockabally grandpa, I’ll vasectomize your softy bubbles so seriously, we will go make a ‘wedding show’ live on CBS in Las Vegas. Americans will pay a lot to see how I will seriously wank your cock on stage with a symphonic orchestra. Leave your wife, I’m Zéline Fion, The International Pop Star in Vegas between the streets of the Bellagio Casino and the Stardust Casino sidewalk from 7:30 p.m. to 11:45 p.m. … 23:45 p.m. as we say, at 0:00, I’m live world exclusive in the Kurdish grocery on 123rd Avenue » Celine yells full blast, hopping around, completely hysterical.
Marilyn looks at her flabbergasted, Ozzy laughs « Jesus motherfucking Christ, she’s high as a kite!!! What did you fucking do again Oz » asks Marilyn “I came in the Quebecer fucking organic salad, thanks to my iPhone6 porn playlist. It’ll spice up the featuring with a zest of Heavy Metal, we’ll make a hell of a mess at the Hellfest. We will unleash pogos against the Wall of Death » says Ozzy. Marilyn stands gaping « fucking shit Oz, you got the Quebecer stoned for our CD… Damn, how will I explain Nicolas and especially the cops you got Celine Dion high on amphetamines, cocaine, LSD and X through your sperm loaded with narcotics that you’ve spunked into her organic salad for fuck’s sake? Especially since we received specific instructions from the record label ‘be kind to Celine Dion and don’t traumatize her. No black masses, no S&M gang bang and no drugs’ it was no rocket science Oz ??? » says Marilyn « no worries dude, she’ll be fucking good in a fucking trance teknival for severe junkie punks and other homeless high on Speed lads » adds Ozzy. The 2 Artists listen to trance music, in pace with Celine freestyling nonsense while abusively snorting lines of synthetic cocaine – stashed in Ozzy’s stuff – and also smoking a joint of hash « yeeeaaaaaahhh fucking hell trance music’s so cool kitties » she stutters.
The 2 joyful rockers share lunch in a kebab snack ‘Jamal’s and his halal faritas’ with the rapper Jul. Nicolas Noguier, accompanied by two young lesbians having taken Refuge in his association, joins the Artists « so guys having a blast? » lets out Ozzy. Jul look at them gawking like an idiot « huuu you’re broad fags?! Yo Yo… If Booba hears I made a flow for chick fags, Trainee dealers will piss on the bling bling Hummer from the States. Booba will ding me all around the hood. Fucking fuck freestyle, I won’t be able to screw sluts in the discooooo. I didn’t manage to fuck Vitaa while we were in the studio for her feat, and yet I had blown 15 euros in rubbers. Vitaa, she loves discos. Vitaa is too hooooooooot Yo… her ass makes me too horny Hmmm … Yeeeeaaaah aaah » chuckles Jul « Yes, we had some technical problems when it was mounted this idiot. But we didn’t have enough cash to pay for Kanye West. We treated ourselves to a Domino’s Pizza outside day promotions. So we took stock at Ikea and here we are… We’ve got was a big fat nag, completely thick who raps commercial diarrhea. We will smash your motherfucking Twitter, and we are sorry for the lack of fiscal professionalism. But those Domino’s pizzas inspire us so much, we couldn’t resist… » quips Marilyn. The 2 girls ask the artists for photos and autographs. Marilyn and Ozzy do this with conviviality, when Jul grabs the pen, thinking it is a micro « Yo, Yo, chick fags have emotions. Pussy eater instead of cocks, Hell so not the right pubes… Yo, Yo, Yo.. Vitaa is toooo hot » he freestyles looking amorphous « Jesus motherfucking Christ!!! This moron is completely fucked, bastard!!! We will record a new concept album, like Funny Home Videos TV Theme style, it will prevent us from getting burned by exorcists Episcopalians Bikers. Overdoses of first price sausage and beer, right during Hellfest » Marilyn says. During the collective kebabs tasting, Jul listens, fascinated, to the radio information where a journalist lists tragedies on a rhythmic pop tempo « Yo, his fucking flow’s too damn good, he must be doing right fine with hot Gadjis, his album concept smells good cash and platinum sales… I need to be in feat with this fucking MC, news reports seriously rock. I only had a feat with Vitaa, and Vitaa she’s too damn hooooooot » stutters Jul.
The 3 buddies find Kevin, a gay friend of the 2 rockers, he’s a salesman in a luxury Hip-Hop clothing boutique in the mall. Jul – strutting around like he owned the place – makes a fuss « Yo, Yo, rap rocks emotions … (Marilyn and Ozzy, ashamed, try to hide by staying back) Hey bitches, you wet your pussies because I’m too handsome and I did a feat with … Vitaa Vitaa, she is too hoooot » says Jul with a weak smile and drooling « Jesus motherfucking Christ, it is very bad!!! » mumbles Marilyn. The girls look at Jul with dismay « actually, we’re fans of Black Metal… We’d prefer to take selfies with Ozzy Osbourne, if that’s okay with you. Besides, your albums are total crap man » one of them replies Jul « Yo, you trully shat on my emotions, » he answers. Ozzy comes closer, triumphant « Come feel the old fart of heavy metal girls” smiles Ozzy. Kevin stares at Jul with a mischievous look « Yo, these baggies they’re tight, tight like the STD whore from Mouloud ‘the Trick’s’ hood (Kevin offers to help him choose in the fitting room) Yo, so Vitaa’ll be okay with me fucking her. Vitaa she’s hooooot » mutters Jul, drooling. While they are in the fitting rooms, children ask the 2 Gothic rockers for autographs, they get stuck with it enthusiastically. The young single mothers flood them with questions about their current projects, while inside the fitting rooms, Jul is sexually tamed and controlled by Kevin « Yo, it’s real hard and it rubs … I’ve got funny feelings » worries Jul accompanied by Kevin’s strident and piercing laughter « we’re cooking a new cake to support a gay association. These kids were ditched from home by their families and they live exclusion. Marilyn and I were really surprised by the kids’ fucking kindness » starts Ozzy, interrupted by Jul’s misery cries « Yo, Yo, my ass seriously hurts from trying on these baggies, motherfucking STD bitch from Samir ‘Jigsaw’s’ hood. Not cool my emotions » he adds « squeak like a sow motherfucker, squeak to the rhythm (Jul gradually snout) mimic the 93 Walt Disney bitch… » howls Kevin. Jul starts to squeak and grunt like a female pig executed in the slaughterhouse, before Kevin’s piercing and strident laughs.
Others enter the shop between Jul’s frightened squeals and Kevin’s sadistic screams, followed his strident and piercing laughter « 50% Sale on the summer collection, we’re testing the goods’ reliability. Since we’re delivered by Cambodian children, we want to be sure this is not unsalable junk for your ungrateful gremlins. If you want to become grandmothers, you need to bluff elitist bitches so your little ones can sufficiently knock them out and squirt a kid in their priced puss-purchasing power vulva. We’ve got GHB for sale, for the purchase of a set of 3 sweaters and 2 tracksuits, it will ensure stupid egocentricity when your rug rat gets his flabby willy out to impress these Damsels » says Marilyn « Hell Yeah, it’s the fucking undies’ fiesta Ladies » adds Ozzy. Awkward moment in the store. Some mothers with their children hear Jul’s squeals and Kevin’s piercing sadistic laughter, they wonder. Marilyn looks at the children and single mothers with a satanic ecstatic smile « we’re reinventing porn music for children. That way, you’ll avoid unnecessary purchases of crappy Tchoupi stories. With Ozzy, we’re writing the new Tchoupi adventures… Tchoupi goes see whores and gets AIDS. Tchoupi ODs on LSD in an illegal rave party. Tchoupi pisses his beer in a punk teknival. Daesh Tchoupi decapitates with a machete his mother with a Burqua for adultery in Kabul. Tchoupi gets sodomized by the Aryan Brotherhood of the KKK in the showers at the prison in Riker’s Island… Or, Tchoupi is in an S&M pedophile orgy in a black mass and slaughtered goats while praying Satan… Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon, the Archangel St. Michael will ejaculate acids in your Chocapic synthesized by illegal immigrant workers » adds Marilyn sarcastically. Ozzy looks at the young children « so isn’t this life amazing little brats » he smiles as Jul squeaks and cries, knocked off by Kevin and traumatized by his strident and piercing laugh. The shop radio plays Claude François full blast « it goes away and it comes back, it’s just a little nothing » sings Cloclo.
Back in the studio, Marilyn dutifully reads his lyrics, he looks at Jul to check with him if he wants to add his literary signature on the lyrics. The latter shakes his head back and forth at great speed, listening to Techno Trance Hardtek from a pirate FM radio « Yo, Yo, serious, it rocks to fuck Vitaa like Bébert’s jackhammer when he sodomizes Romanians and Congolese whores who work for Momo ‘chopper ‘. Bebert is the skinhead neighbor of the B5 tower in the hood, Vitaa she’s too hoooooot » chuckles Jul with a stupid smile and the volume of his radio at full blast, »Jesus motherfucking Christ, what an incredible shit this dickhead » whispers Marilyn to Ozzy. They record a first session. Marilyn begins with his voice from beyond the grave « difference is crucifixion, religion is exclusion, people stab alienation Inside gays’ communion. Hell’s praying for Aryan domination » « Pileup on the A20 motorway, the CAC 40 is rising. RATP Strike, Manuel Walls invokes the Article 49-3. Yo yo, so many emotions huuuu » mumbles Jul « fucking fuck, what the hell are you giving me??? » Marilyn gets worked up » well I’m just Freestyling a fucking platinum hit single to fuck Vitaa, becauseVitaa she’s too damn hoooot » replies Jul. Marilyn looks astounded « Jesus motherfucking Christ, everything’s in encrypted porn handjobs, and nothing in the noggin. You’d make one hell of a Biblical massacre if the Archangel Michael had you in his army, all by yourself you’d suicide with Xanax the entire Divine Genesis. After the Archangels have listened to your albums, they get the hell out of heaven to burn themselves circles and join Sirius and join the OTS sect. You’d make a majestic symphonic slaughter in a gathering of skinheads on acid at the KKK Fair. Hello collective suicide. You’re even worse than a Syrian missile in the music industry, with you the possessed girl in the Exorcist would clean up her demonic puke and apologize for having mucked up the floor, begging you to go back to hell and fuck off from haunted room… Jesus, I have a featuring with the guy who exterminates the rats in Amytiville and that can make all the conservative Republican Associations subscribing to Fox News completely nuts, who send me death threats during every tour. You alone, you’d play gay porn on prime-time during the snack time of cherubim, policed and educated by fundamentalist conservatives, without a hitch. Damn, tougher than Alester Crowley, Steve O and Charles Manson in a McDonald in Lourdes… This triso is an MTV weapon of mass destruction… Internationally classy motherfuckers » smiles Marilyn « Yo, when is Vitaa getting here? Vitaa she’s too damn hooooot » adds Jul. Marilyn looks at Ozzy and the sound engineer, which are speechless. They nod « Hell Yeah buddy » says Ozzy.
Around the release of the disc ‘The Refuge’ to support the Homosexual cause, Marilyn and Ozzy sell their new album on the sly in the Polygone shopping center in Montpellier. Passersby watch the two artists with a snobbish air « Hell Yeah motherfucking little rascals! Worse than the zombies of The Walking Dead, in your brats’ party. Worse than Hitler taking a SS dump on the face of Jean-Louis Debré in the sandbox of the National Assembly, it gives a memorable hard-on to Maxime Gremetz who fiercely ejaculates on all drunk members of the French Communist Party, Live on Public Senat TV. Worse than a football match between Daesh kamikaze Dihadists and fundamentalist Protestants Texan Sheriffs, all fans of Chuck Norris. Worse than a minimum wage salary for Julia Roberts and Meryl Streep in a marketing lesbian porn – sponsored by Dominique Voynet – to urgently boost flapy memberships to the ecology Green Party… » says Marilyn pointing his CDs to nuns. They walk past him and recite exorcists Rosaries, while pointing medievalist rosaries « Glory to God Mercy, you will burn in hell gangs of thugs, » says one of them. Marilyn takes the megaphone, laid at his feet « After the church!!! Medievalist disco night to give thanks to the publication of our Gothic Gospel in Atheists dance floors. Liven and shake the debauched Gay Pride in broad daylight in the streets of slanderers. (He puts the megaphone down) With Ozzy we documented ourselves thoroughly to write our subversive lyrics, we watched all the latest porn films produced by Marc Dorcel, to be descriptive enough to feel the philosophical depth when your faithful desert the Eucharist to go sodomize and wank the manly cocks of Carthusian monks on pilgrimage in Gay Saunas. Besides, tonight’s ‘Jourdain Durex’ party. I hope the Chippendales will have enough sperm in their thongs to baptize with facial cumshot all S&M monks! (He grabs his megaphone and screams violently) Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon, it’s gonna seriously swing, we’ll make the ‘Village People’ has-been and we’ll ace in night clubs. (He takes his voice from beyond the grave and stares at the nuns with his Gothic look) Ladies and gentlemen … The motherfucking ‘Holocausts Brothers’ » yells again, but happily, Marilyn into the microphone of his megaphone » Hell Yeah » says Ozzy drunk on License IV alcohols.
A few Municipal cops escort the Anti-Nuclear Protesters outside the Polygone as they were trying to protest in the shopping mall. Marilyn looks at them, the procession is closed by CRS, bundled up in their protective combinations. Marilyn takes his microphone and says in his Gothic voice from beyond the grave « Ladies and motherfucking gentlemen, Playmobile, start up the stories » « Hell Yeah » says Ozzy, intoxicated, taking a sip in a bottle of wine. The Polygone radio – turned on Skyrock – plays a Techno Trance Hardtek tune by Jul in featuring with Celine Dion « Yo, Yo, Yo, there’s traffic jam in the dressing room, pile-up on the A20 highway… Cloclo fucks my emotions. Vitaa is not in the dressing room. Vitaa is too damn hot when I shake my prick » raps Jul « orgy loaded on X in Barbara’s teknivaaaaal » hysterically screams Celine Dion « yo, that was Jul’s new sound in feat with Celine Dion ‘ LSD Bison Fûté traffic information service ‘ this shit seriously Twittes on social networks… If you buy a copy you support the ‘Beat up the homosexual in Smith & Wesson’ FN Action sponsored by Booba » says the radio announcer in the Polygone’s speakers « Hell Yeah » adds Ozzy. Then Marilyn and Ozzy start again selling the album for The Refuge facing ordinary passersby « Ladies and motherfucking gentlemen… Who wants our Rock and Roll music to make salacious porn ‘Walls of Death’ and ejaculate a motherfucking rural Jourdain karcher during the next Gay Pride sweeties » darkly says Marilyn staring at terrified passers with his Gothic eyes « Hell Yeah « retorts Ozzy.