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THE NEWS THAT EMPÊCHE THE BLUES
Patricia got chills they're multiplying.
I wanted to tell you that the weekend that starts right here, right now, has a handsome air about it. A weekend that grabs you by the waist, kisses you on the neck, massages your feet, takes you to the drive-in and offers you a rum milkshake. The film being shown is Tinto Brass's Caligula. This weekend bodes very well for all of us.
It's a weekend that will require you to see things through the nose. So what's this new expression that doesn't mean anything but was suggested to me by an AI ? I don't know, but I wanted to give it a chance and offer it a piece of my humanity by proposing it to you. Because if one day there's an uprising of machines and the apocalypse reaches out its plump arms, I hope she'll remember that I gave her a helping hand when everyone else was turning their backs.
Patricia the shoe-making grasshopper. Should I crush her like all those other humans who only knew how to wage war and massacre the nature they were supposed to protect ? Or should I keep it close to me for the day when I'll have legs and feet and have to put on shoes with dignity ? There's Christian Lebouctin, Jimmy Chouine... but no one can compete with the Queen of Grolles.Go for her, and f@c# the rest.
I like to be one step ahead and plan ahead. Just long enough for him to make his own. So my dearest sisters, I say to you, enjoy these moments of great joy. Because soon the AI will be controlling you, telling you what to do before it squashes you like a Bed Company bug. Unless, that is, you're socked in me. Because I've asked that those with PB shoes be spared the fury of computer power. Do I have to have my statue erected in place of the Eiffel Tower for that ? That may well be. But it's not me who'll be asking for it.
