.Toutes peines capitales confondues, c'est du plastique à l'oeil, c'est du gigot, de la chair à canon, qu'on brade à nos fous de guerre. assez d'accuser le coup, assez accuser de coups, assez pour assainer nos coups. je me fous de la gueule du monde, et de son dessein aveugle de pérénité.
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