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Coucou, si tu t'ennuies viens faire un tour sur...
01/08/2014 à 17:47:55 |
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+2 stp c'est rendu
31/07/2014 à 13:43:54 |
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Si tu aimes la mode, passe dans ma nouvelle...
31/07/2014 à 13:08:56 |
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Bonjour, je donne des dollz gratuitement :...
31/07/2014 à 13:08:13 |
big-flawo-boy a 0 points de bonté.
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He wasn't soft and pink
with a fat little tummy;
he was hard and hollow,
a little boy mummy."Tell us, please, Doctor,
the reason or cause,
why our gundle of joy
is just a bundle of gauze.""My diagnosis," he said
"for better or worse,
is that your son is the result
of an old pharoah's curse."That night they talked
of their son's odd condition-
they called him "a reject
from an archaeological expidition."They thought of some complex
scientific explanation,
but assumed it was simple
supernatural reincarnation.With the other young tots
he only played twice,
an ancient game of vergin sacrifice.
(But the kids ran away, saying, "You aren't very nice.")
alone and rejected, Mummy Boy wept,
then went to the cabinet
where the snack food was kept.
He wiped his wet slockets with his mummified sleeves,
and sat down to a bowl of sugar-frosted tanna leaves.One dark, gloomy day,
from out of the fog,
appeared a little white mummy dog.
For his newfound wrapped pet,
he did many things,
like building a dog house
to the Pyrimid of kings.
It was late in day-
just before dark.
Mummy Boy took his dog
for a walk in the park.
The park was empty
except for a squirrel,
and a birthday party for a Mexican girl.
The boys and girls had all started to play,
but noticed that thing that looked like a papíer mâché."Look its a píñata,"
said one of the boys,
"Let's crack it wide open
and get the candy and toys."They took a baseball bat
and whacked open his head.
Mummy Boy fell to the ground;
he finally was dead.Inside of his head
were no candy or prizes,
jast a few stray beetles
of various sizes.
Tim Burton, The melancholy death of oyster boy & others stories
'Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.'Mel Brooks
Nouvelles pièces:Arc-en-cielCharlie and the chocolate factory (1971 version)"So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you."Willy WonkaTerrasseLoneliness makes you turn mad...“She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still.”
― Toni Morrison, A Mercy......Welcome in my head............Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real. What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Nous sommes si accoutumés à nous déguiser aux autres qu'à la fin, nous nous déguisons à nous même...François de La Rochefoucault........................Une simple perruque et me voilà une autre..................Ellanna . 19 ans . .Pessimiste . Rêveuse . .Paradoxale ...................You say you read me like a book but the pages are all torn and frayed.
| Age | Genre | Ville | Pays |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25 ans | Femme | paris | France |
| Célébrité préférée | Musique préférée | Film préféré | Plat préféré |
| ......................................... | stromae | jaki chan | pizza |
| Couleur préférée | Le job de mes rêves | Emission préférée | Loisir préféré |
| jone | .............................. | ........................... | karate |
de plus en travaillant !