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avril 10, 2026
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"Chris Morris: When dancing... lost in techno trance. Arms flailing, gawky Bez. Then find you smacked on frowns, and slowly dawns... you're jazzing to the bleak tone of a life support machine, that marks the steady fading of your day old baby daughter. And when midnight sirens lead to blue-flash road-mash. Stretchers, covered heads, and slippy red macadam, and find you creeping 'neath the blankets, to snuggle close a mangle bird, hoping soon you too will be freezer drawered. Then welcome... mmm... ooh, chemotherapy wig, welcome. In Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jaaaaam."
"Chris Morris: When roped to concrete, and noose your bauble for car-powered head divorce, then find your scheme all twunted by a Honda. And when all your taxi journeys come to this:"