renaissance

How do you make it stop?

Woke up a gazillion times last night, hearing “L’homme armée” inside my head, over and over again. It’s such a catchy song, and I’ve been singing it, singing it, singing it all day long. In the shower, at the dinner table, at work, at the grocery store, when working up a sweat exercising. Whenever. It’s about to drive me crazy. L’homme, l’homme, l’homme armé. L’homme armé. L’homme armé doibt on doubter. Doibt on doubter. On a fait partout crier que chasqun se viegne armer d’un haubregon de fer. L’homme, l’homme, l’homme armé. L’homme armé. L’homme armé doibt on doubter. Doibt on doubter.

Aah, it’s magnificent and I’m in torment!

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