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A First Lady-in-Waiting for Elisabeth of Austria Jeanne arrived in front of a double door made of solid ash wood. The door was adorned with the coat of arms of Queen Elisabeth, displaying both the fleur-de-lis of France and the silver lion with forked tails from the escutcheon of Maximilian II of Austria. The countess paused for a moment to compose herself. Her conversation with the Duke of Guise had deeply unsettled her. True, the duke regarded her almost as an enemy, which she was well aware of. However, there was more to the threat he had uttered than just the pleasure of unsettling a rival. No, something was brewing at the Louvre, and neither the Countess of Mourniac nor the Count of Oustremont were invited. Jeanne gently knocked on the door, which immediately opened to reveal a woman in her forties. She was dressed in a long black surcoat concealed under a warm and lengthy ermine pelisse – rather surprising for such a warm day – which she wore like a cape with the sleeves

Jeanne of Mourniac The small coach jolted along the dirty cobblestones of the glassworks path, struggling to navigate through the bustling crowd on this hot day of August 23rd, 1572. Seated on the rear seat of the carriage, Jeanne, Countess of Mourniac, faced the Count and Countess of Oustremont. However, the attention of the young Countess of Mourniac was not directed towards her uncle William or her aunt Justine. She rather had her eyes fixed on the handheld mirror she had just purchased on the Saint-Michel Bridge, gazing at her reflection for quite some time. Jeanne was a rather tall and attractive young woman – though rather slender by the standards of the time. She was dressed in a long scarlet silk houppelande with white sleeves and fringes adorned with speckled white and tawny stoat fur. The houppelande was adorned on the front with a long pearl necklace that accentuated the shape of her chest otherwise discreetly concealed by the rigid corset she wore beneath her gown. Her

The man leaned against the crenellated parapet of the small turret of the staircase. This narrow turret rose more than two fathoms above the large tower of Nesle to which it gave access, and which itself overlooked the Seine with its fourteen fathoms in height. Thus, at over sixteen fathoms above the ground, the man had an unobstructed view of Paris and the Louvre that stood proudly on the other bank of the Seine. However, his gaze was not directed towards the royal palace; instead, he was watching a young woman dressed in red and white who had just come out of the grand hotel of Nesle. After a brief hesitation during which she glanced at the roof of the hotel, the young woman entered a small mahogany carriage to which were harnessed two chestnut mares who pawed the ground in anticipation of departure. A few moments earlier, two other figures, a man and a woman of a certain age dressed in the rich attire of nobles, had taken their places in the coach. But it was not these two that

Assimile mon être, laisse-moi à peine en vie Gave-toi de chacune des parties restantes de mon esprit Piétine la carte routière De mon imaginaire Plus rien au cœur J’en suis conscient Admire ton forfais Vois mon véritable visage embossé De force, désocculte Mes idéaux ne demandant qu’à s’exhiber Toi, femme Femme unique Se balançant d’un ciel fendu, impossible à cicatriser Pour exploiter le temps d’une nuit Infinie L’état de santé De ma réalité Il n’y a que toi Heureusement Qui peut me blesser Il n’y a que toi Malheureusement Qui peut me soigner

S’entêter à se traîner Arguer d’être décédé Le prétexte du moindre effort Être mort-vivant ou vivant-mort La mode de la génération fourvoyée Dont tous prétendent fièrement personnifier S’entraîner pour le cynisme; ce nouveau sport Ou ne pas savoir quoi faire de son corps L’enthousiasme est l’ennemi Une tragédie tournant à la comédie Rhapsodie tellement tendance Brûler dans le poêlon de l’indifférence Boucaner le marasme, pour un jour, une vie La satisfaction de faire du mauvais esprit Lypémanie des âmes comme science Mais secrètement heureux en silence

So, after taking a look at my journal, I found a few things I will need to focus on for February: 1- I spent too much time on YouTube at work, and not enough writing; 2- I don't exercise enough; 3- I am almost done with my list of PixaiDiffusion(CG) pictures; 4- I finished playing my Steam games; 5- Oatmeal and apples are not enough to keep me sustained at work. 6- Three night shifts' worth of energy drinks cost about 10$ (since I usually buy a cookie at the same time). This means that if I can buy GamerSupps instead (or something the sort), I can probably save money. I will have to check at the local Popeyes' Supplements for the best option. 7- Given that I don't really know what I want to play in "Master Duel" that can get me to Master Rank, I will have to check what the next pack (which will show up in a week) will have. So, this means that I should focus on writing, exercise and work, as well as find better options to eat at work. ------- DAY 1 ------- - Recyclables and trash

Il y a tant de formations qu’on classe dans la catégorie Musique alternative mais qui pourtant ne sont que des groupes de rock moderne. Eh bien, My Bloody Valentine ; en voilà un VRAI groupe de rock alternatif ! Car MBV fait ce qu’ils appellent (“ils” étant l’industrie de la musique) du Shoegaze. Alternatif... vrai rock, faux rock... bla bla bla... d'accord, mais tout d’abord, le Shoegaze (ou shoegazing), c’est quoi ça ? Le Shoegaze, qui partage quelques éléments avec le grunge, est en théorie un style qui résulte du mélange gazeux ou vaporeux du son des instruments de leurs musiciens afin de donner une espèce d’atmosphère planante mais aussi assez psychédélique et cacophonique, ce qui fait que les mélodies, souvent répétitives, des pièces sont moins évidentes à déceler… en général. Naturellement, malgré cette définition ou malgré n’importe quelle autre que vous trouverez sur Internet, ce style reste difficile à se figurer alors je ne peux que vous conseiller d’en écouter pour vous