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52 - I wanna be beside her, she wanna be admired.

"I feel the loss but she does not care. That may be what she is looking after all. I certainly tired force. Everything is done and discards, we all know, but I thought that we would dispose of it so quickly. She releases my hand, I do not want more than the tips of her nails. She likes to hurt me mentally and physically, it amuses, and I am silent because I have nothing to say not to aggravate this situation even if offensive. I have often blue, sometimes I bleed, but "it" must be for good cause. When I look into your eyes, it's more that I see it, but the girl that hundreds of people cross the street without knowing. And when she looks at me ... in fact it does not even look at me more, she placed in the landscape in the background, yes, deep down behind the trees, in dark colors. In the same table, we see few other figures in the foreground. They are painted with care and thoroughness, it was applied to draw them into his world. And I'm just a squiggle there, deep down, buried.

But all that she does not care ... she does not care ... She cares. "


Mood: babebibobu.
RB: What Ever Happened - The Strokes.
Pic: Nina Hartmann .

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51 - LAVOISIEEEEEEEEER !

is stoned to forget twice in two days, and violently. Blowin ti that I put myself to become a Lambda Lunch? Good. Telling. I know I'm not obliged.

Saturday evening. It crunches under your teeth, c ' is yucky, too bad more is moldy. I wonder at every moment, "Why we do this already?" Jude and I answer "Because we're unhappy" with a laugh. I agree. So here, eat eat eat, then isolated all three, along with our faithful acolytes who held the role of nanny in case of sore tonight. After half an hour, we burst out laughing for no reason, it was hot, then cold, then hot, then trembles as ever. The light in the room has changed, it seems that everything is in fact not so smoky. Me (and I am the only obviously), I see my friends in contrast, the curtains move, then the walls, and I also see the shot glasses to fill in all alone. Wow. After I can not say what happened, I know we went through lots of phases, euphoric, philosophical ("If you drink no water, we meeeeeeeeeeurt! "), posed like hypnotized. In short, completely skewed the babes. It was cool, but not génialissime coolosse.
Well then we sleep blah, the next day I'm going in the direction of Father Lachaise with Vincent and his (two) friends for booze in honor of the Lizard King. Unfortunately the nasty guards have kindly understand that 1) alcohol is prohibited in the cemetery 2) they track us if we do not respect the 1). bah So we went into hiding at the side of Montand, Signoret and Bernhardt. Hop, a bottle over. Then came the second. Finally, the cold was due to us, and we decided to continue the warm evening. Episode 2: here we are at Vincent, zouip, a bottle of white rum down. Then after it was quickly attacked that of his cousin Amber. After I do not remember much of what happened, apart from some minor shouting matches, two or three doors slamming, and loud music in the ears. I like to see us all gathered around the microphone screaming lyrics into yogurt. But I also remember The end, where we were seated at three, by taking him by the shoulders, being completely other, completely disconnected. Exhilarating. This is more than adequate as a word want.

After these adventures of the soul, nothing was forgotten. Confessions on the pillow ":" There's only one guy who never liked Myself, "" I never see him again and it breaks my "versus" I'm afraid of being alone. " Oh JOY.

Mood: haggard (it says?)
RB: The End - The Doors.
Pic: Post Secret.

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50 - A gun and me alone... Let me collect dust.

"Just Because I Do not Say Anything,
Does not Mean I Do not Like You.
I open my mouth and I try and i try
But no words came out.

(...)

And besides your probably holding hands
With some skinny, pretty girl that likes to
Talk about bands and
All I wanna do is ride bikes with you,
And stay up late and maybe spoon."

TOUT SIMPLE MENT.

Humeur : Fatiguée de faire le yo-yo.
B.O. : Nothing came out - The Moldy Pe ac hes.
Pic: Post Secret.

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49 - Twist away the gates of steel.

A nail in hunting another nine yards. I do not want to piss me off to play without the leech than it ever worth the effort. I do not want to say goodbye but do not have much choice, there. So that's how it finished. Finished finished finished, and now I ENJOY (unless of course you say the right words, and you're doing the right things, and you put your eyes in my eyes as there is one which nzaine of days, but you will not do it, Jove) .

Good if not, my bug tracker to death, it has been months I have and I still have no hits. Yet I'm sure plenty of people who qu'y'a googlent "assholes", "I want to die", "I love him he is too good," "Miss Amanda," "I understood the lesson I will repeat not, "all that.
So I'm like I can with this tracker, and I enjoy combing through the tab "geolocation". There's something that bothers me. Who the hell lives in (or near) Yvette, in the center? I swear it stresses me out every day or almost Yvette Anybody who visits me and everything and I do not know who it is. Apart from the mysterious stalker Yvette I also Americans, Canadians, Brazilians, Belgians and of course (but that I know who I reckon it's finally, kind people who live their life through that of others). Brief.

So, you, who lives Yvette, you manifest. I am sure that it is actually not a stalker but it's a mystery (e) dude (ess) with the IP is based there and the coup that I "will fall down", but good. I like to think that j'intéresse strangers.

Mood: I want, thank you.
RB: Gates of Steel - Devo.
Pic: Jonnie Craig.