Stupor Time
by Marco Tulio Thrash
Stupor gun, set to stun.
I've been hit, head split.
Bus Ride. Another Home.
Fashion spreads and countryside,
I can't decide where to look.
Bus Ride. Another Home.
Position closed, join the queue.
Guess the face in front of you.
Sometimes, I ask myself
Is there a point in moving on?
Meeting point, to avoid.
Wait in line, mistaken times.
Sometimes, I ask myself
Is there a point in moving on?
[CHORUS]
Stupor hangs over my face
like a tudor veil.
Tear it away, save my soul!
Tear it away, oh let me see!
Tear it away, save my soul!
Tear it away, oh let me see!
Stupor hangs over my face
like a tudor veil.
[CHORUS]
Letters jitter w/ every bump.
Opposite views, creative slump.
Bus Ride. Another Home.
A house of cards on my lap,
another silo passed me by.
Bus Ride. Another Home.
Crisp notes in my pocket
are slowly replaced by sales receipts.
Sometimes, I ask myself:
Is there a point in moving on?
Cash machines that do not work,
how can I operate?
Sometimes, I ask myself:
Is there a point in moving on?
[CHORUS]x2
as it should have been performed at the Pop In Open Mic Night on January 22nd, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
Not Ready
Extra Mile
by Marco Tulio Thrash
From the road,
the grass is green.
Black tarmac,
trucks boom past.
Can I run that extra mile? (x2)
Can I run? Can I run?
Can I run that extra mile? (x2)
Can I run? Can I run?
Petrol stations,
so iconic.
Bleeding feet,
no assistance.
Can I run that extra mile? (x2)
Can I run? Can I run?
Can I run that extra mile? (x2)
Can I run? Can I run?
as performed at the Pop In on January 22nd, 2006
by Marco Tulio Thrash
From the road,
the grass is green.
Black tarmac,
trucks boom past.
Can I run that extra mile? (x2)
Can I run? Can I run?
Can I run that extra mile? (x2)
Can I run? Can I run?
Petrol stations,
so iconic.
Bleeding feet,
no assistance.
Can I run that extra mile? (x2)
Can I run? Can I run?
Can I run that extra mile? (x2)
Can I run? Can I run?
as performed at the Pop In on January 22nd, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Motorways At Night (Theme)
The blue and orange snow truck sirens flash along the winding service track running unevenly along the motorway.
Les sirènes bleues et oranges des camions anti-neige aveuglent la petite route parallèle mais bien moins droite que l’autoroute qu’elle est censée suivre.
The general perception when it comes to travel is that the arrival should be the most pleasurable moment, may be because it denotes a sense of completion or achievement. However, I tend to derive the greatest of all pleasures from the journey itself, because it's like waiting but the scenery outside is flying past: movement and patience intertwined.
Au contraire de l’opinion générale, pour moi le plaisir du voyage ne se trouve pas vraiment à l’arrivée mais plutôt dans le trajet lui-même parce que c'est une attente en mouvement.
From all those childhood holidays all around Europe, the only vivid memories that remain are those of the motorways: its rest-areas, petrol stations, signs, exits and the comfort of the road markings. All the sights, monuments and landmarks that lay in wait at the point of arrival proved to be irrelevant and thus washed away.
De toutes mes vacances d'enfants, les seules choses dont je me rappelle sont les autoroutes; avec leurs péages, leurs aires de repos, la signalétique et l'assurance apporté par mes yeux qui suivaient les lignes blanches. Tous les monuments qui se trouvaient à l'arrivée se sont effacés, ils n'avaient pour moi aucune importance.
Motorways at Night (Theme) by Marco Tulio Thrash is available for listening here: www.myspace.com/driftingdisco
Les sirènes bleues et oranges des camions anti-neige aveuglent la petite route parallèle mais bien moins droite que l’autoroute qu’elle est censée suivre.
The general perception when it comes to travel is that the arrival should be the most pleasurable moment, may be because it denotes a sense of completion or achievement. However, I tend to derive the greatest of all pleasures from the journey itself, because it's like waiting but the scenery outside is flying past: movement and patience intertwined.
Au contraire de l’opinion générale, pour moi le plaisir du voyage ne se trouve pas vraiment à l’arrivée mais plutôt dans le trajet lui-même parce que c'est une attente en mouvement.
From all those childhood holidays all around Europe, the only vivid memories that remain are those of the motorways: its rest-areas, petrol stations, signs, exits and the comfort of the road markings. All the sights, monuments and landmarks that lay in wait at the point of arrival proved to be irrelevant and thus washed away.
De toutes mes vacances d'enfants, les seules choses dont je me rappelle sont les autoroutes; avec leurs péages, leurs aires de repos, la signalétique et l'assurance apporté par mes yeux qui suivaient les lignes blanches. Tous les monuments qui se trouvaient à l'arrivée se sont effacés, ils n'avaient pour moi aucune importance.
Motorways at Night (Theme) by Marco Tulio Thrash is available for listening here: www.myspace.com/driftingdisco
Monday, January 02, 2006
Roadside Pastoral
As the roadside becomes a blur, we lose sight of its pastoral appeal.
Quand le côté de la route devient flou, nous perdons son essence pastorale.
I can't make out the dead foxes in the snow.
Je ne peux pas voir les corps de renard dans la neige.
I wanted to turn here, I shall miss this turn.
Je voulais tourner ici, cette bifurcation va me manquer.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Journey Home
Hiding behind the corner.
Je me cache derrière le coin.
This is a perfect spot for a tea break.
Voila un coin judicieux pour prendre son gouter.
The view wasn´t worth the trouble.
La vue ne vallait pas l'effort fourni.
It was self explanatory really even if the lemon sorbet cake raised the alarm.
C'était pourtant très clair même si le gâteau au sorbet de citron a fait retentir l'alarme.
Smile and Succeed you Scum!
Publicités et Mot d'Ordre
Sourire Suivant (Publicité)
Cette le formule utilisé dans une publicité de métro pour un supermarché me fait trembler de peur et dégoût. Un sentiment qui s’accroît chaque fois que je la vois. Pour moi la notion de sourire évoque quelque chose de sournois et sinistre. Voyons le ‘sous-rire’ à l’opposé du ‘rire’ pur et dur qui nous fait penser à la joie, la spontanéité, la liberté ou même l’hystérie.
En choisissant le sourire, les créateurs de la pub démontrent qu’ils sont conscients que les supermarchés ne sont pas porteurs de joie. Effectivement la deuxième partie de la formule donne à ce sourire un coté expéditif comme si le supermarché était une machine à sourires.
Le cauchemar qui me travaille l’intérieur c’est de voir un tapis roulant de gens avec des sourires identikit et des sacs d’achats ballant des mains à la sortie d’un un supermarché.
Reussir son Bébé (Publicité)
Cette formule apparaît juste à coté d’une photo d'un bébé qui affiche une expression qui n’a rien d’un rire ni même un sourire. C’est plutôt une expression d’effroi mêlé à un dégoût naissant.
Réussir son bébé, certes... et si on le rate. Est-ce que c’est comme un soufflé au citron ? Peut-être s’était-on trompé et on avait confondu le sucre et le sel ?
Réussir son bébé... c’est plus une épreuve comme le BAC S ou ES, mais si on perd des points, si nos coefficients sont trop faibles est-ce qu’on peut les rattraper ?
De la notion d’épreuve on passe rapidement à l’éprouvette, des laboratoires, des chercheurs regardant à travers un microscope cherchant le meilleur résultat.
Racaille (Mot d’Ordre)
Le ministre de l’intérieur a employé ce mot, les médias s’en sont emparés et maintenant tout le monde l’inclut dans ses conversations journalières.
Il y a quelque temps un documentaire fut diffusé sur un linguiste juif victime de l’Holocauste. Entre 1933 et jusqu’a sa mort il traça le développement du langage du nazisme avec une froideur et une objectivité implacable. Dans ses essais il parlait de comment des mots tels que ‘haine’, ‘hystérie’ et ‘paranoïa’ furent revêtus de connotations positives.
Le ministre de l’intérieur a réintroduit le mot 'racaille' dans le domaine public par des voies de communication officielles.
Je suis convaincu que le nazisme n’est pas arrivé au pouvoir que par l’intimidation et la violence mais aussi par l’introduction d’un langage textuel et visuel (logos, insignes...) ciblé et calculé, au delà d'un discours et de la rhétorique de surface. Ce langage textuel (des mots et des courtes expressions) a facilité le passage de l’idée à l’acte.
La réintroduction du mot 'racaille' s'inscrit dans l'approche décrite ci-dessus. C'est comme un virus du langage. Après l'innoculation médiatique et son heure de gloire dans les conversations après le diner, il rentre dans une phase d'hibernation...mais jusqu'à quand?
Le jour quand le mot ‘racaille’ ne sera plus employé entre guillemets comme il l’est maintenant, j’espère que je serais très loin de la France.
Sourire Suivant (Publicité)
Cette le formule utilisé dans une publicité de métro pour un supermarché me fait trembler de peur et dégoût. Un sentiment qui s’accroît chaque fois que je la vois. Pour moi la notion de sourire évoque quelque chose de sournois et sinistre. Voyons le ‘sous-rire’ à l’opposé du ‘rire’ pur et dur qui nous fait penser à la joie, la spontanéité, la liberté ou même l’hystérie.
En choisissant le sourire, les créateurs de la pub démontrent qu’ils sont conscients que les supermarchés ne sont pas porteurs de joie. Effectivement la deuxième partie de la formule donne à ce sourire un coté expéditif comme si le supermarché était une machine à sourires.
Le cauchemar qui me travaille l’intérieur c’est de voir un tapis roulant de gens avec des sourires identikit et des sacs d’achats ballant des mains à la sortie d’un un supermarché.
Reussir son Bébé (Publicité)
Cette formule apparaît juste à coté d’une photo d'un bébé qui affiche une expression qui n’a rien d’un rire ni même un sourire. C’est plutôt une expression d’effroi mêlé à un dégoût naissant.
Réussir son bébé, certes... et si on le rate. Est-ce que c’est comme un soufflé au citron ? Peut-être s’était-on trompé et on avait confondu le sucre et le sel ?
Réussir son bébé... c’est plus une épreuve comme le BAC S ou ES, mais si on perd des points, si nos coefficients sont trop faibles est-ce qu’on peut les rattraper ?
De la notion d’épreuve on passe rapidement à l’éprouvette, des laboratoires, des chercheurs regardant à travers un microscope cherchant le meilleur résultat.
Racaille (Mot d’Ordre)
Le ministre de l’intérieur a employé ce mot, les médias s’en sont emparés et maintenant tout le monde l’inclut dans ses conversations journalières.
Il y a quelque temps un documentaire fut diffusé sur un linguiste juif victime de l’Holocauste. Entre 1933 et jusqu’a sa mort il traça le développement du langage du nazisme avec une froideur et une objectivité implacable. Dans ses essais il parlait de comment des mots tels que ‘haine’, ‘hystérie’ et ‘paranoïa’ furent revêtus de connotations positives.
Le ministre de l’intérieur a réintroduit le mot 'racaille' dans le domaine public par des voies de communication officielles.
Je suis convaincu que le nazisme n’est pas arrivé au pouvoir que par l’intimidation et la violence mais aussi par l’introduction d’un langage textuel et visuel (logos, insignes...) ciblé et calculé, au delà d'un discours et de la rhétorique de surface. Ce langage textuel (des mots et des courtes expressions) a facilité le passage de l’idée à l’acte.
La réintroduction du mot 'racaille' s'inscrit dans l'approche décrite ci-dessus. C'est comme un virus du langage. Après l'innoculation médiatique et son heure de gloire dans les conversations après le diner, il rentre dans une phase d'hibernation...mais jusqu'à quand?
Le jour quand le mot ‘racaille’ ne sera plus employé entre guillemets comme il l’est maintenant, j’espère que je serais très loin de la France.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Tchernobyl Disco
There we are, the artwork for the debut single out this weekend. The radioactive head is hand drawn using a felt tip pen. The font for 'Marco Tulio Thrash' is Eras Demi Light (I think) and the one for 'Tchernobyl Disco' is Dokyo, sadly an often misused font in club flyers and such things.
As for the single itself the B-sides are Drive To Glory Hole and The Toys are Gone. Drive To Glory Hole is about barely concealed anger in the metro. The Toys are Gone is about a visit to one's hometown after ten years. Lyrics can accessed from the side menu.
All the songs were recorded and mixed by De Rinchy from Club des Chats fame. Their website can be accessed from the Links section in the sidebar. Come on! let the feline punk out of the bag.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Not Bleeding
Try Me
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
You were talking to the cat,
when I came in.
You didn't bring it up,
when I sat down.
You tried to calm me down,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
Try me, try me,
Try me again. (x2)
You're soft like a cat's paw.
But you hurt like a cat's claw. (x2)
Try me, try me,
Try me again.
You were busy making plans,
when I came in.
You didn't even care,
where I sat down.
You tried to fit me in,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
(Chorus)
You already made your mind,
when I came in.
You didn't want me back,
when I sat down.
You tried to make me stay,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
(Chorus)
as performed at the Pop In Club on Nov, 27th.
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
You were talking to the cat,
when I came in.
You didn't bring it up,
when I sat down.
You tried to calm me down,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
Try me, try me,
Try me again. (x2)
You're soft like a cat's paw.
But you hurt like a cat's claw. (x2)
Try me, try me,
Try me again.
You were busy making plans,
when I came in.
You didn't even care,
where I sat down.
You tried to fit me in,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
(Chorus)
You already made your mind,
when I came in.
You didn't want me back,
when I sat down.
You tried to make me stay,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
(Chorus)
as performed at the Pop In Club on Nov, 27th.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Birthday Essayage
Rarely have I felt like such an object.
Rarement, me suis je senti autant objet.
This was my second hexagonal birthday, and I thank DD, F. and G. for making it so enjoyable.
C'était mon deuxième anniversaire hexagonal, et je remercie DD, F et G pour une journée bien taillée.
Photo Credit: Gaelle Fernandez
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Tracks at O'clock
CAMARO'S GANG - Motel Lovers (Super Radio SR-7016a)
RADIATORS - I am Sure (One Round More XX102a)
CHEAPS - Moliendo Cafe (Memory MEMIX - 003a)
MUROMOV- Yabloki na Snegu
BREAKOUT CREW - Break out Theme (FDT 008a)
JUAN HIELSCHER
Disco Terror Weekender on the CBS: www.cbs.nu
RADIATORS - I am Sure (One Round More XX102a)
CHEAPS - Moliendo Cafe (Memory MEMIX - 003a)
MUROMOV- Yabloki na Snegu
BREAKOUT CREW - Break out Theme (FDT 008a)
JUAN HIELSCHER
Disco Terror Weekender on the CBS: www.cbs.nu
Marco Tulio Thrash + Drifting Disco
The Drifting Disco Club is now up and running (click here)
Le Drifting Disco Club est maintenant ouvert au public. (cliquez ici)
Add this address to your Favourites now!
Ajoutez cette addresse à vos favoris maintenant!
You can check out the latest news on both Marco Tulio Thrash (the only crooner with a plutonium heart) and upcoming Drifting Disco Club Nites.
Vous pouvez avoir toute l'actualité sur Marco Tulio Thrash (le crooner au coeur radioactif) et les soirées Drifting Disco à venir.
Lest I forget, you can also listen to some of Marco Tulio Thrash's music here: www.myspace.com/driftingdisco
Sans oublier, que vous pouvez écouter des morceaux de Marco Tulio Thrash ici:
www.myspace.com/driftingdisco
Photo credit: Déborah Douek (www.offthetracks.blogspot.com)
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Burpsome Disco
Old Time Relijun + the Gossip, Point Ephemere, Paris, 19-11-05
The Gossip were up first. Their populist disco was not to everyone's taste. To some it was too 'pop'. On the other hand, the singer's burped intermissions and her drumathon Aaliyah cover was an effective way of giving time to the guitarist to change his guitar strings.
To give you an idea of what The Gossip sounded like, here's a thought: cross breed ESG rip-offs on K records C.O.C.O with The Bellrays.
What a voice, what a badge ! I'd love to have both.
Old Time Relijun's lead singer replaced the Gossip's growl-soul with sundry whines and throat singing. Gone was the dress too and replaced by a fetching pair of grey boxer shorts, which jingled to his every move.
Old Time Relijun's sound combines the disco beat with a much more frenetic and scratchy approach. The double bass is great here, with a wider palette than your usual electric 4-string.
Old Time Relijun's drummer is a sweetie. When she is mid-beat she pulls these tortured expressions of anxiety and anticipation, which make her more endearing but also add to the environing tension.
Comme encore le chanteur de Old Time Relijun à fait un peu de deep throat.
The Gossip were up first. Their populist disco was not to everyone's taste. To some it was too 'pop'. On the other hand, the singer's burped intermissions and her drumathon Aaliyah cover was an effective way of giving time to the guitarist to change his guitar strings.
To give you an idea of what The Gossip sounded like, here's a thought: cross breed ESG rip-offs on K records C.O.C.O with The Bellrays.
What a voice, what a badge ! I'd love to have both.
Old Time Relijun's lead singer replaced the Gossip's growl-soul with sundry whines and throat singing. Gone was the dress too and replaced by a fetching pair of grey boxer shorts, which jingled to his every move.
Old Time Relijun's sound combines the disco beat with a much more frenetic and scratchy approach. The double bass is great here, with a wider palette than your usual electric 4-string.
Old Time Relijun's drummer is a sweetie. When she is mid-beat she pulls these tortured expressions of anxiety and anticipation, which make her more endearing but also add to the environing tension.
Comme encore le chanteur de Old Time Relijun à fait un peu de deep throat.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Late Links
Le Clubs des Chats
As sharp as claws and as soft as paws. The Cats rule.
Efilés comme des griffes et doux comme des pattes velues. Les Chats ont nos votes.
www.leclubdeschats.com
David F Presents
I never thought I would say this but he makes John Peel's death somewhat less unbearable.
Je n'aurais jamais cru pouvoir dire ça mais il fait la mort de John Peel moins dure à supporter.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/david_f/
This update is rather overdue.
Cette MAJ est plutôt tardive.
As sharp as claws and as soft as paws. The Cats rule.
Efilés comme des griffes et doux comme des pattes velues. Les Chats ont nos votes.
www.leclubdeschats.com
David F Presents
I never thought I would say this but he makes John Peel's death somewhat less unbearable.
Je n'aurais jamais cru pouvoir dire ça mais il fait la mort de John Peel moins dure à supporter.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/david_f/
This update is rather overdue.
Cette MAJ est plutôt tardive.
La Flore et la Faune
Ricky Roma: You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?
-- Glenn Garry Glen Ross
Blake: These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. To you, these are gold; you do not get these. Because to give them to you would be throwing them away.
-- Glenn Garry Glen Ross
No Clarity
The Toys are Gone
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.
This seems familiar
but everything's changed.
The sweetshop shutdown,
and the toys are gone.
I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.
Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.
Use the stairs. They say!
Not the lift. Oh no!
As the doors slide shut
I press 5 and kiss goodbye.
Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.
Wider streets and smaller cars.
All those references no longer apply.
The bell tolls for no one.
The warehouse is empty.
Wider streets and smaller cars.
References no longer apply.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes...
...of chasing up all those dreams
that you had as a child of the night.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.
This seems familiar
but everything's changed.
The sweetshop shutdown,
and the toys are gone.
I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.
Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.
Use the stairs. They say!
Not the lift. Oh no!
As the doors slide shut
I press 5 and kiss goodbye.
Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.
Wider streets and smaller cars.
All those references no longer apply.
The bell tolls for no one.
The warehouse is empty.
Wider streets and smaller cars.
References no longer apply.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes...
...of chasing up all those dreams
that you had as a child of the night.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Not Pending
Winter Girl
written by Those College Moments
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
On an icy street,
you sigh a cloud.
Under leafless trees,
you smile at dawn.
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
Wooly scarves and cheesecake smiles,
headphones in the metro.
Thick lappels on duffel coats,
you never finish your glass.
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
Under the bedsheets,
you're never cold.
Homemade jam and perfumed tea
is all you need to keep you warm
these winter nights and winter morns.
-- for Deb.
written by Those College Moments
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
On an icy street,
you sigh a cloud.
Under leafless trees,
you smile at dawn.
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
Wooly scarves and cheesecake smiles,
headphones in the metro.
Thick lappels on duffel coats,
you never finish your glass.
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
Under the bedsheets,
you're never cold.
Homemade jam and perfumed tea
is all you need to keep you warm
these winter nights and winter morns.
-- for Deb.
No Bass
Hurricanes Keep Us Together
written by Those College Moments
I've got a room with a burning radiator.
Paper faces staring back at me.
But sometimes I catch a glimmer of your scent.
(Chorus)
You smell like a Spanish bar.
Whisky, coffee and gin,
As the sun slices through the blinds.
(Chorus)
One fine morning,
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My lips were strangely grey and blue.
Woah! I thought I was a zombie.
(Chorus)
If there's a zombie invasion,
how do we escape?
do we climb on the roof?
or thrash away in a bus?
(Chorus)
-- for L.T Russell
written by Those College Moments
I've got a room with a burning radiator.
Paper faces staring back at me.
But sometimes I catch a glimmer of your scent.
(Chorus)
You smell like a Spanish bar.
Whisky, coffee and gin,
As the sun slices through the blinds.
(Chorus)
One fine morning,
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My lips were strangely grey and blue.
Woah! I thought I was a zombie.
(Chorus)
If there's a zombie invasion,
how do we escape?
do we climb on the roof?
or thrash away in a bus?
(Chorus)
-- for L.T Russell
Not Disco
Space Friend / Kerb Friend
written by Those College Moments
I can see your Soyouz,
You're wearing your fuzzy hat.
Waving from the kerbside.
Space Friend / Kerb Friend (x2)
You hate Nicholas Cage
Whilst I love Maggie McOmie.
So, I guess we're the same.
Space Friend / Kerb Friend (x2)
Beyond walls of VHS,
We're over the counter friends.
THX is 2 quid 50.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
-- for Cath.
written by Those College Moments
I can see your Soyouz,
You're wearing your fuzzy hat.
Waving from the kerbside.
Space Friend / Kerb Friend (x2)
You hate Nicholas Cage
Whilst I love Maggie McOmie.
So, I guess we're the same.
Space Friend / Kerb Friend (x2)
Beyond walls of VHS,
We're over the counter friends.
THX is 2 quid 50.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
-- for Cath.
Commodities vs. Utilities
I should learn to drive in case of a zombie invasion.
Je devrais apprendre à conduire au cas ou il y aurait une invasion de morts-vivants.
She didn't like it so I'll have to do something draconian with it. I think a circle could be a starting point.
Elle n'a pas aimé donc il faudra prendre des mesures draconiennes. Je crois qu'un cercle pourrait être un bon début. Qu'elle sera sa réaction à une telle audace?
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