spleen
In a land full of fat and snails
I want to dig myself a deep hole,
Where I can at leisure stretch my old bones
And sleep in oblivion like a shark in the wave.
wills and I hate I hate tombs
Rather than implore a tear in the world,
Life, I would rather invite the crows
to bleed all the pieces of my filthy carcass.
O worms! black companions without ears and without eyes, see
come to you a free death et joyeux;
Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture,
A travers but ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encore quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans âme et mort les morts seems to me!
"Entre if perdre et perdre, pour yourself OPTEA perdant en perdre les autres."
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