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YOU ARE THE SUNSHINE OF YOUR LIFE
Patricia is the sun.
The state decides when the Olympics will be held, when new bike paths will be created, when sales will be held. Sometimes I feel like I'm that little car remotely controlled by the macronie and all that preceded it. So from tomorrow, Wednesday, the sales are over. Now it's full price.
So thanks to whom ? Thanks to Monsieur Raffarin and all his successors, who are making France shine under a rigid framework of rules that nobody respects anymore. Take a look at what's going on all year round: it's now like in the United States, with retailers running disguised sales. Brands do what they want.
I couldn't care less. But then again, laws are made to be bent and mocked by all those heirs to the truth if I lie. But after all, rules are made to be broken, as the Nike or Adidas or who knows who else ads say, to sell, sell and sell some more. Sell bras, tennis shoes, socks, shorts, t-shirts.
What is the limit to the volumetric weight the earth can support without going off its axis ? Because if one day this were to happen, it would be the fault of those sports equipment manufacturers who force us to take part in sport, not for our health, but so that they can pay themselves handsomely in dividends, and so that we kill ourselves at work to buy the latest equipment. So as you can see, there's no salvation in sport, only in the graceful wearing of my shoes, which will secrete torrents of serotonin that not even a dam against the Pacific could stop. I tenderly kiss the tips of your toes.
