Salut tout le monde; Hi everybody!!Je travail comme secrataire, pas mal comme un travail.
j'espere que je trouve ce que je cherche ici.
I'm not so good at english, so i write in french.
If you want to be my friend, easy take my Email and i'm your friend
Don't let them decideThe moment a child grows to become whole, society starts to suffocate him, stifling and cutting him into fragments, telling him what to do and what not to do, what to be and what not to be.Don't let them decide
The fragment cannot know what life is. The humanoid cannot decide on his own.
Others decide, they order; he simply follows. The humanoid is a slave.
They sayHe says: Whatsoever I say, listen to it, try to understand it, implement it in your life, see how it works, and then come to your own conclusions. They may be the same, they may not be. They can never be exactly the same because you have a different personality, a unique being. Whatsoever I am saying is my own. It is bound to be in deep ways rooted in me. You may come to similar conclusions, but they cannot be exactly the same. So my conclusions should not be made your conclusions.They say
We can't live like eachother.
The past corruptsThe past corrupts because it gives you memories, experiences, expectations.The past corrupts
All those combined together make you clever but not clear.
They make you cunning but not intelligent.
They may help you to succeed in the world but in your inner being you will be a failure.
The moon is within meThe moon shines In my body, but my blind eyes can't see it. The moon is within me, and so is the sun, The unstruck drum of eternity is sounded within me,but my deaf ears can't hear it. When I give up passion,I'm left with nothing but this dead body.The moon is within me
She's Not Sure, But...She's Not Sure, But...She's Not Sure, But...
With all seven of my senses open and raw, The nails of these worlds go in deeper I can pick you out a mile away I taste you with four of these senses, And dream of sating the other three The apprehension you hide Leaks into your voice and eyes Were I to offer you a gift, To extend a hand, Could you accept it?
Go ahead and take your shot, gorgeous You are so beautiful and vital, When you brandish that weapon, I could never fault you for killing me I am hopelessly incarcerated within your clutch The end of
Sparks and Open FlameSparks and Open FlameSparks and Open Flame
God doesn't owe you any promises This is usually the first misconception Get moving, And you'll find what He has for you
I should not judge I should not speak I have more guilt than the parties we discuss I am fool enough to discover this After I've gone and opened my mouth I'm pourin' the gas with one hand The other is lighting a cigarette When you're around it long enough, You really start to weigh the chances You find you no longer care In that respect, I'm much like any other human; In love with killin
Joy
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"The nectar falls into your mouth,
And turns to gravel"
-Alain Johannes "Holey Dime"
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Salut tout le monde.
Hi everybody, I want to be your friend, together we can save the
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Salut tout le monde.
Hi everybody, I want to be your friend, together we can save the
for the
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I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve.
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Salut tout le monde.
Hi everybody, I want to be your friend, together we can save the
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Salut tout le monde.
Hi everybody, I want to be your friend, together we can save the
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