Leon BLoy

The new riches have an all other lookalike, who can’t recommend themselves from anybody even in good or bad, they recommend themselves with a cynicism and a wonderful endearing, They won’t declare positively they’re thieves or assassins of the poor, but it won’t displease them that one can admire their skill. Think, make a fortune while ruin menaces the world, use to aggravate catastrophe, engross desolation, fertilize despair, to be the prosperous flies of the feasting dead vermin, after being the last torture of the dying. Wouldn’t it be the heap of silliness not to profit of the curious silences of the gallows, Trust subsistence, sophisticate or rarefies the food of a whole people to to ten the value of it use to be rewarded by the rope in the old days and nowadays it rises but envy. There are big and petty profiteers, the odd is to know which is the worst. The greats kills generally from far protected by such and such more or less mysterious administrative decisions, The pettier called the retailers moonshines the fallen who fell inevitably under their hand each day a little bit. Very befriended amongst them, the establish the prices at their will, realizing important gains. It’s war, they say triumphing in their turpitude knowing very well that no sanction will arise

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