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Ne cultivons que le jardin de nos instincts et marchons sans respect sur les plates-bandes où sont alignées symétriquement les idées en cravates blanches - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHr5O5QLTVc
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I sit, in my desolate room, no lights, no music, Just anger, I've killed everyone, I'm away forever, but I'm feeling better,How do I feel,What do I say,Fuck you, it all goes away,
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When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist. Helder Camara | Telling your employees they're "family" is the corporate equivalent of saying "I love you" to a sex worker.