"Let every emotion be capable becoming an intoxication to you.
If what you eat fails to make you drunk, it is because you are not hungry enough."
- André Paul Guillaume Gide. French author, Nobel prize awardee, married to his cousin.
In layman's terms, a philosophical leeway to first starve oneself, then commit acts of unspeakable gluttony. A concept thoroughly depraved; then again, one would expect no less from the French, the people who invented perfume just so they could skip bathing. I assure you that when the world ends, it will have been single-handedly brought about by none other. One day the French are going to do something so unspeakably obscene, that whatever higher entity is running the cosmos is going to go "Oh hell no" and drop the curtain on us all. Sure, everyone believes it'll be the Jews that get us there; meanwhile, no one's minding the Frogs.
I have become ascertained that the Antichrist shall be of Belgian/Jewish descent. Kosher waffles are the herald of the Apocalypse. And all of his minions shall be, guess what, French.
Rx feed - Truth. The kind that comes in dissolvable capsules.
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