I'll try not to... just because I have no idea if death would be worse or better. And I don't know if I'd be allowed to get a small sight of their Spartan-like French Elysium.
I don't know how they can possibly think she was a proto-feminist. I don't know why they believe that the rococo whores founded the "empire of women". I don't know why the fucking Merveilleuses are in charge of our society. I just wish I'd know, but I have no answer. I keep on screaming POURQUOI to the sky well... the ceiling and THEY DON'T ANSWER ME. Note that they probably don't answer because they have no answer either. Or rather, I know what they'd answer. David would have a fit. Le Bas would weep. Saint-Just would sneer. And Maxime would just blink and wonder what my over-dramatic pourquoi is all about. No idea what Couthon would say though. Maybe he should answer me then.
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I don't know how they can possibly think she was a proto-feminist. I don't know why they believe that the rococo whores founded the "empire of women". I don't know why the fucking Merveilleuses are in charge of our society. I just wish I'd know, but I have no answer. I keep on screaming POURQUOI to the sky
well... the ceilingand THEY DON'T ANSWER ME.Note that they probably don't answer because they have no answer either. Or rather, I know what they'd answer. David would have a fit. Le Bas would weep. Saint-Just would sneer. And Maxime would just blink and wonder what my over-dramatic pourquoi is all about. No idea what Couthon would say though. Maybe he should answer me then.
Sure. I sent it to you :D