Presque aussi blonde que les blés d'été.

She was waiting at the station
he was getting off the train
He didn't have a ticket so he had to bum through the barriers again
Well, the ticket inspector saw him rushing through he said 'girl you don't know how much i missed you but we better run 'cos i haven't got the funds to pay this fine'
she said, 'fine'
so they ran out of the station and jumped on to a bus with two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud,
and he said 'you look well nice'
well she was wearing a skirt and he thought she looked nice and yet she didnt really care about anything else, 'cos she only wanted him to think that she looked nice and he did.
but he was looking at her all funny in the eye
she said come on boy tell me what your thinking now don't be shy
he said alright ill try, ill try.
all the stars in the sky and the leaves in the trees. all broken bits that make you trip up and grassy bits inbetween all the matter in the world, is how much i like you.
she said what?
he said let me try and explain again.
right birds can fly so high
or they can shit on your head
they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that theyre beautiful thats how i feel about you. right birds can fly so high
or they can shit on your head
they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that theyre beautiful thats how i feel about you. yeah thats how i feel about you.
she said, 'what?'
he said, 'you.'
she said, 'what are you talking about?'
he said 'you.'
right birds can fly so high
or they can shit on your head
they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that theyre beautiful thats how i feel about you. right birds can fly so high
or they can shit on your head
they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that theyre beautiful thats how i feel about you. yeah thats how i feel about you.
she said, 'thanks'
'i like you too'
he said, 'cool'

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Puisqu'on peut, la vie changechangechangechange
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Lolita est une pétasse,elle nie en bloc, Chuck et Ned ne sont toucheront pas. Tout est faux, tout est justifié.

La vie sonne faux, America et Paul se sont gourrés, et Obama est magnifique, c'est bien la seule chose.
Un coup de soleil. Il reste plus qu'à relire JaneEyre. Et regarder FamilyMan. Qu'est ce que c'était le kiff n'empêche!

Tout compte fait, j'ai besoin d'un désert, tu vois genre nevada, une méga route qui tue tout, une cadillac bleue mer décapotable avec des coquillages collés partout, martin sexton à fond sur l'auto radio, la pause au bar du coin genre carrelé noir/blanc sièges vynil rouge matelassés, le bon vieux jukebox et des tartes à la pomme, j'y snifferai du sucre, l'air électrique pour ne pas avoir à brancher ma tv/vhs. oui plus tard je ferai que l'air sera électrique et je relancerai la production de films polaroïd 600 mais pas les appareils et aussi il y aura minimum 2 mcdo par aéroport&avion.


sinon tu me fais devenir un dessin animé, tu m'introduis ni vu ni connu dans les razmoket.
si tu crois que je raconte n'importe quoi, c'est simplement que tu es très con. va plutot nager avec les phoques, avec un peu de chance tu t'intègreras dans leur société.