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Wots u up to 2nite?!?!?!?
Dunno, shall we..... Get crackin!!!!!
Get crackin
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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUD S GOOD!!!
Get the MAGIC OUT!!!!!
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Wot MAGIC, thats bullcrap, theres just
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SSSSHHHH u dont wanna be censored!!!!
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# Posté le jeudi 13 novembre 2008 07:51
Modifié le jeudi 13 novembre 2008 12:30
We're goin to London, we're gunna by a Heat Magazine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
Except for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, and go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out and draw another breath
London calling and I don't want to shout
But when we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning and I live by the river
Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
And you know what they said?
Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a' like
Now that war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
Except for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, and go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out and draw another breath
London calling and I don't want to shout
But when we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning and I live by the river
Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
And you know what they said?
Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a' like
# Posté le dimanche 29 juin 2008 16:18
Modifié le mardi 01 juillet 2008 05:25
Trop
Trop de choses a faire et trop peude temps, je n'ai qu'une seule envie: m'evader.
L'ecole finit demain, et le procés est en appel pour 2 semaines...
Suite logique: je m'envole pour Londres...
[ l'année prochaine je rentrerais dans la vie, la vraie, je ne sait pas comment m'y prendre]
L'ecole finit demain, et le procés est en appel pour 2 semaines...
Suite logique: je m'envole pour Londres...
[ l'année prochaine je rentrerais dans la vie, la vraie, je ne sait pas comment m'y prendre]
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# Posté le mercredi 25 juin 2008 11:02
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Il me dit que je suis belle, et glisse sa main sous mon t-shirt, les vitres ouvertes de la limo font defilees Paris sous mes yeux, et je pleure, parce que chaque partie de mon coprs est redevenue douloureuse, en un seul apres midi, il a repris son pouvoir degueulasse, je n'arrive meme pas a le hair!
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Encore un proces, le monstre veut sortir de prison, deux heures passees samedi avec lui, dans a peine 50m2, je le vomis!!!!
# Posté le dimanche 01 juin 2008 14:50
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Elle porte le chignon haut, marche d'un pas leger, fait glisser ses pieds "pointes" sur le parquer, leve ses bras au ciel et la musique lui coule dans les veines...
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Elle porte le chignon haut, marche d'un pas leger, fait glisser ses pieds "pointes" sur le parquer, leve ses bras au ciel et la musique lui coule dans les veines...
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# Posté le mercredi 28 mai 2008 16:55
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