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# Enviado el viernes 14 de marzo de 2008 14:56

Modificado el miércoles 16 de abril de 2008 09:01

Oui, mon blog a duré assez longtemps, mais pas mal de choses ont changé, je change donc de blog, je vérifierais les commentaires sur celui-là régulièrement.

Par là.
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# Enviado el domingo 17 de febrero de 2008 14:58

Modificado el martes 19 de febrero de 2008 14:16

Happy birthday Bille Joe (L).
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# Enviado el domingo 17 de febrero de 2008 06:53

Envie de crier haut et fort que je les emmerde!

Faut faire quelque chose.
Putin j'aime pas les homophobes, vous avez quoi bande de cons? C'est vous des malades mentaux!
C'est quoi qui vous dérange?
Les lesbiennes c'est exitant, et encore vous les prennez parfois pour des merdes, mais les gay par contre ca vous dégoûte, j'vois pas c'qu'il y a de dégoûtant là dedans...
*Antifascist*

Tu peux me dire ce que tu veux, qui que tu sois, ca ne me fera pas changer d'avis.


J'ai réalisé à quel point tout ca n'était que des conneries, il m'a seulement fallut réfléchir et voir, et sincèrement ca m'a foutu la gerbe.
Personne ne me connait vraiment...


Paul je t'aime, je sais que je suis bizarre en ce moment, mais je t'en supplie, ne m'en veux pas, c'est sûrement passager, je crois toujours en nous, je t'aime toujours, et même de plus en plus, et tu le sais. Je suis juste un peut démoralisée, j'ai besoin de toi plus que tout, je suis dégoûtée par tout sauf par les gens que j'aime et la musique...

Depuis ce week-end, depuis samedi, je n'arrête pas, je ne le montre pas, mais... Je pense à elle.
J'écoute ces deux chansons qui me rendent heureuse, mais aussi triste. Non je ne plublierai pas tout cela sur mon blog, simplement car beaucoup de cons peuvent passer par ici. Je ne me confirais qu'aux gens à qui je fais confiance (si peu soient ils), et si j'en ai besoin. Quelque chose que je garde pour moi, mais qui a maintenant besoin de sortir, simplement j'ai peur de blesser cetraines personnes, ou qu'elles le prennent mal. Ils ne sont pas beaucoup à pouvoir me comprendre.
Je ne sais pas si elle... Non elle ne sait pas.
Sur la photo c'est Mathilde, magnifique, j't'adoreuh (L).
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# Enviado el miércoles 13 de febrero de 2008 09:12

Modificado el domingo 17 de febrero de 2008 06:20

Je m'en fous , je l'aime toujours autant .
T'as intéret de clicker sur ca * , plus bas , et si t'en aimes pas au moins une , baaah , pends toi =) .

Disarmonia Mundi. * [T'en fou des images, c'de la merde, écoutes juste.]
I find it's a bit oppressive. To think that the world is running around. And waste your time in search of an image. If you can't see there is a mirror behind. Break the default feelings. And then kick the ass of the habits. Don't live in search of the attitude. Just be and fuck the other lies. I've got the impression, and I'm not alone. That in you boys something's going afraid. I don't like a hand on my back from behind. But I'm not frightened by myself. Pretend my will. The spinal marrow of life. And not alone we'll find a source. Where I drink the most forbidden wine. A mind set.The meaning of a borrowed life. Not a move in the right direction. Just on and on the same old try. Give me back that treasure. I'll be twice at the same time. Or follow my realizing way. Just be and fuck the other lies. I know who you are. Cold tiredness inactive desire. Take my hand now. Recall the primordial era. Give me back that treasure. I'll be twice at the same time. A mind set in permission. The meaning of a borrowed life.
Sonic Syndicate. *

Green Day. *
I'm the son of rage and love . The Jesus of suburbia . From the bible of none of the above . On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin . No one ever died for my sins in hell . As far as I can tell . At least the ones I got away with . And there's nothing wrong with me . This is how I'm supposed to be . In a land of make believe . That don't believe in me . Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix . The living room or my private womb . While the moms and brads are away . To fall in love and fall in debt . To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane . To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine . And there's nothing wrong with me . This is how I'm supposed to be . In a land of make believe . That don't believe in me . At the center of the Earth . In the parking lot . Of the 7-11 were I was taught . The motto was just a lie . It says home is where your heart is . But what a shame . Cause everyone's heart . Doesn't beat the same . It's beating out of time . City of the dead . At the end of another lost highway . Signs misleading to nowhere . City of the damned . Lost children with dirty faces today . No one really seems to care . I read the graffiti . In the bathroom stall . Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall . And so it seemed to confess . It didn't say much . But it only confirmed that . The center of the earth . Is the end of the world . And I could really care less . City of the dead . At the end of another lost highway . Signs misleading to nowhere . City of the damned . Lost children with dirty faces today . No one really seems to care . I don't care if you don't . I don't care if you don't care . I don't care . Everyone is so full of shit . Born and raised by hypocrites . Hearts recycled but never saved . From the cradle to the grave . We are the kids of war and peace . From Anaheim to the middle east . We are the stories and disciples . Of the Jesus of suburbia . Land of make believe . And it don't believe in me . Land of make believe . And I don't believe . And I don't care! I don't care! Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying . Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure . Oh therapy, can you please fill the void ? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed . Nobody's perfect and I stand accused . For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse . To live and not to breathe . Is to die In tragedy . To run, to run away . To find what you believe . And I leave behind . This hurricane of fucking lies . I lost my faith to this . This town that don't exist . So I run . I run away . To the light of masochist . And I leave behind . This hurricane of fucking lies . And I walked this line . A million and one fucking times . But not this time . I don't feel any shame . I won't apologize . When there ain't nowhere you can go . Running away from pain . When you've been victimized . Tales from another broken home . You're leaving... You're leaving home...


Symphony'x. *
In the cold misty morning .Gleaming rays awake the dawn .Here I stand, a stranger in this land .Does your conscience betray you? Falling from grace .Feel the sun on my face does desire still hold you? Mistyfied by her beauty .Does the honor give his pray .On the starless skies all love must die, fade way .Take my hand divine and .Tell me make a stand seize the day .Ohhhh .Use your mantle, GO Divine and join the line, come with me .Looking down from the furious skies .Sudden crystaline tears I cry .For all must say their last goodbye .To paradise .My yearning silence by angelic skin of white .Love conquers all go heavensfall this faithful night .Ohhhh .Use your mantle, GO Divine and join the line, serpentine .Love is a tragedy, .All that I have, all that I ever need is what you're inside .Love the wits of freedom, be my guide .Looking down from the furious skies .Sudden crystaline tears I cry .For all must say their last goodbye .To paradise .Say goodbye, goodbye .So I've cheated and I've lied .Been the victim on my foolish pride .And I've begged and I've crawled and I battled it and betted for it all .So I'll save her with downfall of Paradise .Looking down from the furious skies .Sudden crystaline tears I cry .For all will say their last goodbye .To paradise


[ Au cas où tu serais con(ne) , ca s'appelle des PA-ROLES ]

Je ne cesse de les aimer...

J'ai l'impression de devenir folle .
Et les rêves prémonitoires ?
Est-ce notre futur qui est déjà tracé , des choses que nous ne sommes pas sencés voir, mais que l'on voit quand même , que notre esprit ne peut s'empêcher de nous montrer , tellement ceci est important , bête , blessant ... ?
En tous les cas je m'en fou , j'aime ...
Nous sommes fous l'un de l'autre et tout va bien .
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# Enviado el viernes 08 de febrero de 2008 14:10

Modificado el domingo 17 de febrero de 2008 06:56