The freak and geek manifesto

by Nicolas

This text is totally free. You are free to do absolutely anything you can imagine with it. Translate, modify, cut, perform, sell, print, publish, claim as yours… Don’t give me any credit for it. Just make it evolve. It NEEDS to mutate and to travel. Please change something, and incitate people to do so. There will be multiple versions, none will be wrong. It will live for the ones who don’t.

Here is the version performed in Spoken Word, June 7th.

The freak and geek manifesto


For the ones who sit at home in front of their computer while their friends are outside being someone they are not.
The ones who were last picked in sport until they found the way to skip it.
The ones who watch ugly, cold, disgusting things on the internet but still need a hug because they just want to be loved.
The ones who pray, even if it does nothing.
The ones who pray, because it does something.
The ones who don’t like “woman on top” because there’s a woman involved.
The good guys who never get the girl.
The bad boys who don’t get her either.
The ones who don’t have the chance to feel the heat of a body when they’re getting asleep.
The quiet one, who is the sweetest, funniest, cutest girl but who never gets a second glance.
The ones who got their 18th birthday wished by their mother and automatic emails from amazon and ebay.
The ones who reply “Thank you, you too” when the waiter tells “Bon appétit”
The ones who got their high fives ignored.
The ones who inherited a body unable to give birth, and whose genitals are an artifact of the past.
The ones who act like texting when friends go to the bathroom.
The ones who open a chatbox when you’re online but never type anything.
The ones whose life is a parade of missed chances and social misfires, hiding behind a mask of happiness.
The crippled baby animal with no chance of contributing to the gene pool.

For the losers of the galaxy, the freaks and the geeks
For all the ones living in an evolutionary dead end.


Breeders ! Giant SUV, mortgage and dog !
Breeders ! Wedding photo album, frames on the bookshelf !
Breeders ! Endless production of happy and undomesticated humans, immature midgets !
Breeders ! Children picture as profile picture !
Breeders ! Bronchiolitis !
Breeders ! Nanny, stroller, nursery places !
Breeders ! Self reproducing sources of flesh and meat for humanity since the beginning of times !
Breeders ! Prom queen and team captain in the hatchery from the day the stick hit the fan !
Breeders ! Surrendering at the game of life, hoping their offspring will do better.


Revolution !
This is a call for all the losers of yesterday, jesters, monsters, deviants, outcasts exiled from the cities ages ago, banished from the everlasting kingdoms of life. Come back for revenge through our voice. We hacked your way out of the evolutionary litter you were put too much time ago.

Freaks and geeks connected their dirty intelligences and melted into the hivemind, endlessly flashing silicon and twirling electrons, interconnecting a series of tubes to spread this verse :

O Endless September, O Ides of March
Let the foul witches wake from the dead
Burning the world with their cursing word
Dancing on the grave of the Old Darwin

The name of the game is no longer the survival of the fittest.
The insane mens in insano corpore, I call the insane, the fools, the freaks, the creeps, the weirds and the geeks to build, produce and share art, instillate ideas into the innocent flesh beings while their breeders are too busy working and providing food and shelter and consomming what we produce.

I can hear the moan of the ones ejected since the days of yore
and the howl of the self dismissed winners of the Darwin awards.

They’re with us in twisted poetry
They’re with us in awkward moments
They’re with us when we sabotage our mating chances
They’re with us in freakiness and geekiness

Let them speak through our voice,
Spread their tainted vision through our presence
For the previously excluded from the gene pool deserve a revenge.

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1 Response to The freak and geek manifesto

  1. Anonymous says:

    The embarrassment , I no longer feel it.I have become numb to it. But I do feel it but it doesn’t bother me , the heated twinge and urge to take it back to go back. It’s a familiar friend to me now.Even if I joyfully walk down a sunny beach without realizing the large glob of seeweed on my face or head only to see it in my car window, I just shrug, smile, “ Hello embarrassment my old friend”

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