I can't take my eyes off him. He smiles, and I melt. He laughs and I'm as good as a puddle. He cries and I become suicidal. He looks at another and I become apoplectic. He talks to any girl who isn't me and I turn satanic. Love bites, I tell you.
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(Picture : Paulie, the author of the lyrics below) I hate sundays evening. They are depressing. I cannot get out of my head this poem a friend made for me (or rather a song maybe) In a dreamYou were sitting there waiting by the door for meAnd I got the...
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Actually, maybe I should put this in the "Caveau des oubliettes" theme... Anyway, meet : (from left to right) -Benjamin, one of Jonathan's friend. He's an evil musician (all musicians are evil, mind you ;p) -Jonathan (Florian, shut up! I can already hear...
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(/\ Christophe, Gaby, Céline /\ ) Now that's what you get when you drink too much strongbow O.o
Lire la suite-Written on April 22nd- Igern and I have often been speaking of "emptiness" lately. Emptiness, nothingness, abyss, vaccum, void. Basically, she says that Nothing is , nothing exists and accepting this, embracing the void, is the ultimate beauty . That's...
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o/` From Eowgala to Saboth o/` :. Two names there, deeply engraved on a stone, :. Dae shore and its midnight sky were our inn,:. Looking east for a reflection of this time now gone,:. I feel a single, tickling tear dying on my chin. :. I remember the...
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