La liberte et la maision |
Donc, au jourd'hui je roulais dans ma voiture, et je regard par la fenetre, une maision, grand, belle, neuve, je dirias un chateau d'une style plus moderne. Un panneau en bois peinte ... Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 18:37:00 GMT |
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Me and Life are at each other throats.We're like two caged bears, we sleep at each other's backs, snarl, and grawl at one another. Hit each other where it hurts the most, destory one another, piss on ... Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 13:48:00 GMT |
Pauvre Jack |
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"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy"
Oui, Je cederais qu'ainsi peut-etre notre cher Jack est un gar ennuyant, terne, mais la vie coute, coute cher meme. Mais je veux savoir de quoi i... Posted by on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 10:21:00 GMT |
Il fait longtemps |
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Il fait longtemps depuis que j'ai saigne un peu... peut-etre j'en deversera ce nuit. Ou bien lundi. Je sais pas.
Je me coupe parfois toujours les ... Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 12:07:00 GMT |
Pourquoi...??? |
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Pourqoui est-il amusant quand les filles dancent et elles tombent par terre, et c'est amusant quand elle font n'importe quoi,ect... mais c'est embarassant quand les gars les font?
Repondez m... Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 15:31:00 GMT |
Tea time at the looey bin |
"What's your name, given born?"
So say the goose to the duck
One sunny, summer morn,
And say the duck to the goose,
"I say, I think I've none!" Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 13:16:00 GMT |
Je n’etait pas le tien (pour Sophie) |
She let her wet hair down.
The smell of fresh locks of summer infatuation over came my senses.
I wanted to loose all sanity.
Even now I slip into pure ecsasty in imigination of the faintest waft... Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 07:33:00 GMT |
Tremors in the night (pour ceux qui ne revent pas) |
A cold shiver,
no warmth, no light,
Afraid of the darkness,
afraid of the night.
You don't dream alone
under the starry skies.
Illusions whisoer in your ears,
and dance past your eyes.
And you fear i... Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 07:12:00 GMT |
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Parting is such sweet sorrow.
In my acount, 'tis proven false
I found not sweet yet it's bitter sorrow.
The tragedy of tragedies, all is lost.
My tears have dried cold.
In scale of the sea's salts.
In... Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 06:57:00 GMT |
My symphony |
Standing near the edge,
looking out into the abyss.
Near the edge of my mind
And the edge of lost longing.
I stand on a crumbling tower,
the bricks are my sanity
And the mortar is dreams.
See how it t... Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 06:42:00 GMT |