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Je vous aime et c'est tout ce que je vous dit !

some random send this to me on msn:

Понедельник, 07 Ноября 2005 г. 07:13 + в цитатник
ОбычныйТерминСписокопределенийАдресЦитатыФорматированныйконецформыначалоформыПриходит парень в музыкальный магазин и спрашивает:
- Скажите, а у вас запись Дюна есть
- Эээээ... пройдите в последний отдел.... Там покемоны есть... может и запиздюны найдёте....

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Понедельник, 07 Ноября 2005 г. 02:15 + в цитатник
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Its been three or four moths n i still cant get over u...

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libriary

Понедельник, 07 Ноября 2005 г. 01:24 + в цитатник
nu chtosh , biblioteki okazalos' vse zakriti v subottu posle 12 chasov nochi .. a tak hotelos' 'pouchitsya' ... prishlos' zabratsya na samij poslednij etazh v  kakomto iz zdanij univera , v toronto ,, sest' v uglu s butilkoj MOuntain Due ,, v kotoroj na samom dele bilo perelito vino ,, i chitat' Paulo Cohelio .  
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Пятница, 04 Ноября 2005 г. 06:42 + в цитатник
I still cry for you .
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aa pomenyali dnevnik !

Среда, 02 Ноября 2005 г. 07:54 + в цитатник
hmm .. nu vot i vse .. Ophelie uehala ,, i ya eje ne uvizhu do fevralya :( ...ostavili eje v aeroportu .. ona eshe letit ... ej ostalos' 2 chasa .. neznau chto delat' .. kuda ni posmotru vse o nej napominaet .. budu zhdat' .. vremya bistro letit .............

haloweeen !!!

Вторник, 01 Ноября 2005 г. 07:41 + в цитатник
so much kandy! omg !! ,,, so sad cuz tomorroe SHE is leavin :(( DSCF0022.JPG (700x525, 101Kb)

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Вторник, 25 Октября 2005 г. 06:29 + в цитатник
hipo:
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
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my french reflection (kartina damhurca)

Понедельник, 17 Октября 2005 г. 06:09 + в цитатник

Sons du silence …

 

Chacun de vous, même une seule fois avais rencontré le matin dans une foret, au bord d’un lac, d’une rivière ou dans une montagne. Bien sure vous gardez dans votre mémoire ses moments magnifiques : fraîcheur d’air pure, chants des oiseaux, éclaboussement de l’eau de ruisseau, miroirs des eaux dormantes, chuchotement des arbres majestueuses, cristaux de rosée du matin sur des feuilles émeraudes, premiers rayons tendres et  doux du soleil souriant.   

 

Alors vous pouvez facilement imaginer une petite cabane inclinée en bois avec des vielles fenêtres demi-fermées de fatigue, comme des eux d’un vieillard de cents ans. Cette cabane est cachée derrière deux sapins solennels dont les sommets soutiennent le ciel sommeillé couvert du brouillard mou et profond. La lumière du crépuscule du matin touche doucement avec ses doigts longs et minces le brouillard et le transforme en crème fraîche. Derrière la foret sombre, grincheuse et somnolente est visible d’énormes ventres appartenant aux grosses collines gourmandes. Les petites molécules d’air froid des montagnes réveillent chaque existence de la nature si fragile et timide. La magique de la nature reste toujours une énigme pour les êtres vivants.


crystals get together was jokes !! ah

Воскресенье, 16 Октября 2005 г. 07:32 + в цитатник
a lol ..  so much fun .. :)

first time we did somethin out of school with the ppl we c every dae :) ...

gunna do t a gain ,, :)  many itimes ,,we just need more ppl , n more alcooooool :)

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niagara falls again .....bili

Вторник, 11 Октября 2005 г. 04:26 + в цитатник
so vsemi ,, opyat' na niagare .. adubeli :) .. babochek pofotkali :) .. DSCF0013.JPG (525x700, 117Kb)

gii

Воскресенье, 09 Октября 2005 г. 23:51 + в цитатник
"Des enfants dans le noir sa fait d bétise,
des bétise dans le noir sa fait des enfants!!!"

v shkolu sednya ne poshli ...

Вторник, 04 Октября 2005 г. 07:04 + в цитатник
Настроение сейчас - spat' hochu

no zato bili v Marineland !

posle campa zaboleli malen'ko ,,, :S ... no sil hvatilo poehat' posmotret' na del'finchikov !! .. :) gii ..


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im back !

Понедельник, 03 Октября 2005 г. 01:26 + в цитатник
and a year older !! ;)


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Четверг, 29 Сентября 2005 г. 07:55 + в цитатник
niagarskie vodopadi :) gii
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lol

Четверг, 29 Сентября 2005 г. 00:57 + в цитатник
dis is jokes !! ;) lol :
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LOL

Понедельник, 26 Сентября 2005 г. 05:47 + в цитатник
http://carte1.dromadaire.com/descr/1970.html

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Суббота, 24 Сентября 2005 г. 09:24 + в цитатник

vsem komu nravyatsya strashilki .. rekomenduju posmotret' "the saw" ... ofigitel'nij fil'm !!!! ...sorry na russkom neznau kak budet ... a kto uzhe videl .. pozhalusta proshu .. podelities' vpechatleniyami ..

just a thought

Пятница, 23 Сентября 2005 г. 04:17 + в цитатник
Not only life copy art but it derives from art its real reason for being lived !

so sad ....

Среда, 21 Сентября 2005 г. 01:32 + в цитатник
Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to f**k moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cuz he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hessitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to proof to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto ... capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherf**king coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherf**ker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to proof he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her

walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the
floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the f**k up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped
moving
blood leaking through the corpse, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but he ????? turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from 'Survival of the Fittest' by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cuz he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cuz now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cuz he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cuz god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it

after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cuz the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever


shutka

Среда, 21 Сентября 2005 г. 01:26 + в цитатник

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