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There is no network here.

There is no network?

Do you want a coffee?

No.

Look straight in front of you.

I want it to be visceral.

Start.

I am no longer Hamlet.

I no longer play any role.

My words have nothing more to say to me.

The setting...

devours his words.

...is a theatre.

It represents a growing faith.

A historical character.

Look at his mouth.

His name is interchangeable.

Yesterday I stopped killing myself.

I am alone.

With my breasts.

My thighs.

He feels desire.

My belly.

I no longer play any role.

The setting is a monument.

It represents a growing faith.

A historical character.

And the noise of the world.

I am no longer Hamlet.

I no longer play any role.

I break the window.

My words have nothing more to say to me.

My thoughts tear the blood of the images.

I tear the photographs of the lovers I loved.

And who used me.

On the bed.

On the table.

On the chair.

On the ground.

People who don't care about my drama.

Neither do I.

I no longer play any role.

I'm

no longer interested in you.

I'm no longer a character.

The woman with the head in the kitchen is or is enjoyable...

The setting is a character.

It represents a growing faith.

It represents a growing faith.

A historical character.

And the Maoism we put in it, we have Mccaptified.

The petrification of hope...

his name is interchangeable.

I am no longer Hamlet.

I am no longer Hamlet.

What the river has no keep.

Look, the woman on the rope, the woman with open veins, the woman with an overdose.

Look, the woman on the rope, the woman with open veins, the woman with an overdose.

I did everything.

I gave everything for the revolution.

I don't know what failed.

Me?

Comrades, life would have been beautiful if we had continued to find ourselves in

the local, with all the friends, like in the time of the university,

pure moments of happiness, if nothing had changed.

We laughed.

And then we stopped laughing.

What do you think?

It's going well.

I'm fine.

And when did you meet Charles?

He came looking for me.

For you?

Didn't he tell you?

No.

No, you're his assistant, though.

I didn't want to at first, but he helped a lot.

Helped.

Continue, look in front of you.

Look over there.

Come on, I want to hear you.

Say your line.

I'm no longer Hamlet.

I'm no longer playing a role.

My words have nothing to say to me anymore.

Do something, choose an emotion.

Give me anger.

Look at me with anger.

My words have nothing to say to me anymore.

More, go on.

My words have nothing to say to me anymore.

But I was thinking of saying the blood of the images.

My drama is no longer happening.

Give me your anger.

Go on.

Continue your text.

Go on.

Behind me, plant the decor of the people that my drama is not interesting to me,

for people who don't concern me.

Neither do I.

I'm not interested in any of them.

Leave me alone.

I don't want any more roles.

Relax.

How do

I raise my self-esteem now?

How do I raise my self-esteem?

From the amulets of my bloody hands... and who used me.

On the floor.

On the bed.

On the bed.

Under the bed.

Under the bed.

I put the fire in my prison.

I throw my clothes at the fire.

I love you.

From my chest.

The watch that burns my heart.

I don't care anymore.

I don't care anymore.

I'm going alone in the street dressed in my blood.

I'm going alone in the street dressed in my blood.

What do we start with today?

I don't know.

I have a headache.

I think I have aspirin in my bag.

No.

I would be better than her.

You just have to test me to see.

Once.

Who is the body in the corbillard?

For whom are these complaints and these tears?

The body is that of a great donor of hormones, the hate of the population,

work of his art, of the government.

It was a man who took everything for himself.

That to all.

I stopped the funeral procession.

I opened the coffin with my sword.

The blade broke.

And I managed, with the rest of my trunk, to distribute the dead, meat-like genitals

that look alike, look alike, or miserable.

The grief turned into joy.

Joy into gluttony.

On the empty coffin, the assassin, that's it, the widow.

I know you have a hole too big.

I would have liked to have one missing.

To my mother.

When you were flesh.

I would have been spared to myself.

We should sew the women.

A world without mothers.

We could massacres each other quietly.

And with a few hopes, when life becomes too long

for us, or the throat too tight for our cries.

What do you want from me?

National funerals are not enough for you?

Old skiers?

Don't you have blood on your shoes?

Whatever happens to your corpse, be glad that the spear goes over.

Maybe you will go to heaven anyway.

What are you waiting for?

The shells have been killed.

The dawn will no longer take place.

I beg you, because it is the use, to push a piece of iron into the nearest

flesh, or the one after, to grip it, since the earth is spinning.

Lord, break my neck when I fall from a bistro table.

Ha ha ha.

I was 14-15 years old.

The two of us in addition.

He made me crazy.

Completely crazy.

I was completely fascinated by his rebellious side.

His smell of cigarettes.

But hey, he never really dared to go.

I think he didn't like it.

We became friends, that's all.

Then one day I get in the bus.

We were there.

Flying around to my best friend.

He saw me and he kept on fixing me.

I went home.

I tried to kill myself.

For the gas.

Ha ha ha ha.

You don't think he's getting weirder and weirder?

No, he's like that, Charles.

I find him mean.

When he laughs, he scares me.

Why did you leave?

Because of the war.

I was young, it was my other life.

We were in a world where people died like flies.

There was nothing.

It stinks like hell.

But now it's over.

Yes, but peace also leaves bloodstains.

Another monstrosity.

The slightest disobedience leads to blows.

I've already told you about this guy.

Who, at the time, was filmed with a little child.

And it was filmed while cutting it and cooking

it in his flesh while addressing his father.

And during his interrogation, he was asked why he had pushed

the barbarians until they mutilated them and ate them.

And he replied that the child's meat is more tender.

And less greasy.

It's horrible.

It's horrible.

Militiamen often did that.

Sometimes, they would catch women and cut their breasts.

And they would tell them that it was well done for them.

So that they could no longer feed the others.

In fact, we were a gang of girls.

We lived in a community.

We were the wedding uncle.

We wanted to reverse the roles.

To become guys.

You tried not to be submissive, in fact.

Yes, we can say that like that.

But hey, it didn't work out.

I was spoiled, that's all.

Is that good?

Do you feel like living your life?

No.

Yeah, me neither.

In fact, it's not true.

But it's just that the problem is that I always want to get away.

You see?

I just have the feeling that it would be better elsewhere.

With other people.

In another world.

I've always wanted to live in another body for a while.

You're not happy, in fact?

I don't know.

It's since your mother died.

When was that?

Two years ago.

But hey, she never really took care of me.

But she took care of me.

I just had to make my way on my own.

Do you think she's beautiful, Anna?

Yes.

But more than me?

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

You're all inactive.

You don't understand what I'm asking of you.

You're not doing what I want.

And you're the one who's always stuck.

You stupid bastard, get out.

Stop it!

What inspires you, Charles?

I want you to look like me.

Me neither.

It doesn't matter.

I don't care anymore.

I don't care anymore.

Do you understand?

I admit that the body is inside of you.

I just want to protect you.

But don't get caught up in it any more.

Do you love him?

Yes, of course.

At first I loved him.

Then I met my lover.

And I started to love him more than I loved my spouse.

I'm going to leave him anyway.

I can't keep it like this.

What do you mean by that?

Where is your husband?

He works in the transport business.

He's making a good living.

Something has changed in me.

Get down, get down, that's it.

I'm going down the road, covered in my blood.

Caress his cheek, caress his cheek, that's it.

Feel powerless.

Always wanting to kill him, but you're powerless.

Not that, not that, not that.

Continue your text, don't give up, continue your text.

Continue the text.

But where do you want me to take it?

You don't stop until I ask you not to stop, you don't stop, okay?

We respect your husband.

I'm clear on that?

You respect the author.

You respect the author.

Shh, you respect the author.

I'm demolishing the happiness of my activity, the bed, the table, the chair.

I'm ruining the battlefield for my home.

That's it, that's it.

Where is my sachet?

Where is my sachet?

Where is my sachet?

It's you, Dora?

Dora!

It's you, Dora, who threw my sachet at me!

Bitch!

I'm going to kill you!

My sachet...my sachet...

my sachet...

My sachet...my sachet...

my sachet...

Where were you?

We walked around the house.

I am Ophélie.

That the river did not keep.

The woman with the rope.

The woman with open veins.

The woman with the overdose.

On the lips of the snow.

The woman with the head in the gas cooker.

Yesterday I stopped killing myself.

I am alone.

With my breasts.

My thighs.

My belly.

I am destroying the instruments of my captivity.

The chair.

The table.

The bed.

I am destroying the battlefield that was my home.

And I am opening the doors.

May the wind penetrate.

And the cry of the world.

Why don't you do what I ask you to do?

Why do you say your text like that?

It's you who asked me to change the tone.

You're playing here!

You are reciting!

I play or I recite.

It isn't the same thing.

You must iron the guts.

You must iron her interior!

Do you hear that?

No.

Your text... You are throwing it in the trash!

I set fire to my prison.

In

France, who holds the power of sexual power?

How many generations separate us from the first man?

Who is the head of state in power for the longest time?

When does a Boeing 747 fly back?

What is the third party's record?

How many generations separate us from the first man?

When does a Boeing 747 fly back?

Who is the head of state in power for the longest time?

Who holds the power of sex?

On the bed, under the table, on the chair, on the floor.

I put the gun in my prison.

I throw the gun away.

I open my chest, the clock that smokes my heart,

I go alone in the street because of my blood.

I am alone with my sister.

Yes, it's the 28th.

My heart... I am alone with my sister.

I travel the battlefield.

I open the doors so that the wind may be so pleasant.

And I scream in the world.

I break the window.

With my bloody hands, I tear the photograph of the men I loved.

And I scream in the world.

On the bed, under the table, on the chair, on the floor.

I am alone with my sister.

And I scream in the world.

I burry her on the bed, nobody�� I don't mind.

And I scream in the world.

I told you during the night.

I am alone with my sister.

It's the same mistake as the first time I laughed.

I close my eyes.

This is the time that has passed.

A little pause.

..

and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause...

and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

We are dead!

What's happening to us?

There may be a crazy train running in the corner.

Or several.

I don't know.

It may be a corpuscle that kills the identity.

People who kill like that.

Without cause, without reason, without ideology.

Killed to kill.

Just because we came here.

Just because we are here.

We entered their zone.

In their territory.

What are we doing now?

We are waiting.

We are waiting for what?

We are waiting for what?

The day is rising.

And then we'll see.

If it happens to us, it may be because we deserve it.

What an idiot.

What an idiot.

Stop the car!

Stop the car, I tell you!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

But Donna!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Yeah, it's me.

For this group, it's over.

I'll bring you back in a few weeks.

Stay on guard.