IRC-Galleria

Nyt en tiiä onko noi kirkot sekottanu mun pään, mut hitto vie mä pidän ensviikon datauksettomana! Eli amigos, mua ei tulla näkee gallerias toivottavasti enne ensmaanantaita. Et PALJON KOMMENTTEJA! (Milli ja Janina, mä pyydän ettette muistele teijän reissukommentteja pahalla.. :D)

♥ 8)

You can fool yourself
I promise it will help
Now every single day
I just wanna hear you saying

I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lucky lucky
I'm so lovely lovely
I'm so lovely lovely

Ja sitte spyro ja pokémonit ja crash ja salkkarit!
Kalle on ultimate dancer ja laulaja, Benkku on kipee emo ja mä teloin itteni oksaan ja pyörin ja Ville saatiin laulamaa.
Ja mä osaan kaikkien biisien sanat ! Ööööö ja Make ja Kalle on kyllä oikein nättejä neitejä, khyllä. Kalle varsinkii.

PS; Huomen on kuukausipäivä (3kk ♥) ja mä meen ristiäisii..

ADIOS!
ja saa muuten antaa mulle puhelinnumeroita, koska melkee kaikki men tos päivä sit.

Painoimpa itselleni paidan ja se onnistu aika kivasti 8)

Vois vaikka mennäkki, ettei myöhästy dösäst |)

Meen itkemään huoneeseeni ja jotain kun ei ihan onnistu - mikään.

http://sassemon.livejournal.com/

ja
http://www.harhakuva.org/view/62223
http://www.harhakuva.org/view/89091

^- ♥

HUOMENTA!
Heräsin jo vähäc vaille kuus.

I know
The sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know
The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed
Manipulate me if you can
Go on and fool me like your biggest fan

I know
The arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hear
I know
The bigoted tongue that tears away all your fear
Pontificate you faded star
Go on and show me who you really are

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill and depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

I know
The illness behind the image you create
I know
The tedious need to turn all you love into hate
You poor pathetic paranoid
Is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?

Sleep

You play the victim very well
You build yourself indulgent hell
You wanted someone to understand you
Well be careful what you wish for because I do
You've got a fancy turn of phrase
You set your trap
You made your plays
You're so fond of games
You must never lose
Funny how the only one in your bed is you

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
(Fake, crawl, search, kill)

Oh my god
I touched you
I can never live it down
God save the queen
I love you
I can never live it down
Oh, oh
I fucked you
I can never live it down

I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your ...shh!... bed

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can run from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill and depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you' played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

I'm wishing you the best of luck
And by the way
(Your poetry sucks)