Zou, j'y vais aussi... Bonne nuit tous (sauf pour Kyt: bonne journée )!
il est quand meme presque 20h
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Posté le 13-09-2003 à 01:45:52
HumanRAGE
Rage d'être un Humain...LIBRE!
Posté le 13-09-2003 à 01:48:16
-6 donc
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When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist. Helder Camara | Telling your employees they're "family" is the corporate equivalent of saying "I love you" to a sex worker.
on a cotise pendant la semaine d initiation pour remplacer le string que j avais sacrifie pour une connerie et j ai recolte 10$ en 1h et des conneries genre sucettes etc.
D'ailleurs, t'es pas grosse. Sur la photo que tu as postée, en tout cas, je ne vois rien de la sorte... T'as les doigts boudinés, par contre, visiblement.
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When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist. Helder Camara | Telling your employees they're "family" is the corporate equivalent of saying "I love you" to a sex worker.
I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put my friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Can't stop growing old