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mietin tuossa äsken, että olen melko tyly ihmisille, joiden tietän välittävän minusta ..
mutta älkää rakkaat ihmiset ottako sitä pahalla tai suuttuko
en voi sille mitään, mutten myöskään tahdo loukata teitä :)

hennn sanoo (15:58):
älä nylkyttele :c
Jani sanoo (15:58):
nylkytänhän
eikuuu
hennn sanoo (15:58):
nyökyttele*
D::D:D:DD FEWGDAFHSJK

hehe nora repes

ps, puhuin siis hymiöstä

yääääääää
kalleria ei muuttunukkaa mitekää
ja viimene päivä töissä
jajaja :::(

nyysangst

hehe toimii vieläki vaikka minuutin yli 8)

apuaa kallerian käyttökatkoo viistoistaminuuttia ::c
valmistautukaa henkisesti ihmiset :)

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ei oo ees hauskaa mut räkätin vedet silmissä

NISKA KUOLEEEEEEEEEEEE
SE RUSAHTELEE PELOTTAVASTI JA KU PÄÄTÄ KÄÄNTÄÄ NI VINKUU JA TUTISEE KOKO PÄÄ
pelottavaa, haluun hierojalle tai jotakiiiiiiin

au

äiti ehotti tätä ..

:) jjep

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.