<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:19:10.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lousy heart lost in a fucking ocean. I'm your imaginary friend lost in your mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Imagine me with your eyes, 
draw me in your mind 
and kill me with your mouth. 
    This is the sweetest thing in your academy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-2784691541215829138</id><published>2008-11-04T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:24:31.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Nothing.</title><content type='html'>Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-2784691541215829138?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2784691541215829138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2784691541215829138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-nothing.html' title='The End of Nothing.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-3777555980030951138</id><published>2008-09-13T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:41:12.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people around me can't be trusted but I live.  Don't care of this shame.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I sit there&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And think. I think of me, I think of them.&lt;br /&gt;But now my memories are shaken enough&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder. I wonder myself, you should do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pick up a flower&lt;br /&gt;And i count the number of petals&lt;br /&gt;YOU love ME,&lt;br /&gt;a bit&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;passionately&lt;br /&gt;madly&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i'll sit under this famous tree&lt;br /&gt;I've been told there was something magical about this.&lt;br /&gt;And I will sing playing guitar&lt;br /&gt;Then the melody will make me fly&lt;br /&gt;as high as birds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will sure pick up a flower&lt;br /&gt;I will count its petals and then..&lt;br /&gt;YOU love ME,&lt;br /&gt;a bit&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;passionately&lt;br /&gt;madly&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I will sing and fly&lt;br /&gt;So high somewhere in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Escorted by my own melody&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I will live in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Walking with the sun&lt;br /&gt;And at night&lt;br /&gt;i'll become a petal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love YOU,&lt;br /&gt;a bit&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;passionately&lt;br /&gt;madly&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-3777555980030951138?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3777555980030951138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3777555980030951138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-around-me-cant-be-trusted-but-i.html' title='people around me can&apos;t be trusted but I live.  Don&apos;t care of this shame.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-2875143293282164056</id><published>2008-08-20T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:42:35.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancyland shot in your eyes.</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I looked through the window&lt;br /&gt;It was raining&lt;br /&gt;and i dreamt of going to the desert&lt;br /&gt;and walking on the sand&lt;br /&gt;Being solitary in the infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hold the world i don't even hold the words&lt;br /&gt;These flowers grow up in my head and sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's unreal, unreal and magical. It is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance if you grant me a slow&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing me over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and smile at me..&lt;br /&gt;This is your turn so blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;Attack me with your shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i look at through the window&lt;br /&gt;It is sunny&lt;br /&gt;and i dream of going to a raining place&lt;br /&gt;and dancing in the raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Being crazy in my own stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to fly over the world i can't explain it with words&lt;br /&gt;This dream is chiming in my head and singing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's unreal, unreal and magical. It is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance if you grant me a slow&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing me over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and smile at me..&lt;br /&gt;This is your turn so blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;Attack me with your shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fair and unfair at the same time&lt;br /&gt;It's what you think that's what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;A wordly fairytale because we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance if you grant me a slow&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing me over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and smile at me..&lt;br /&gt;This is your turn so blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;Attack me with your shooting star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-2875143293282164056?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2875143293282164056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2875143293282164056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/08/fancyland-shot-in-your-eyes.html' title='Fancyland shot in your eyes.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-3162266477961182981</id><published>2008-07-31T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:38:25.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you guess Baby? Let me know about it...</title><content type='html'>She's driving you crazy&lt;br /&gt;and you know the complications&lt;br /&gt;it's an evidence, it's an evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stick all her photos on the wall&lt;br /&gt;she looks pretty, doesn't she ?&lt;br /&gt;You think of her in every hours&lt;br /&gt;And every seconds of the time&lt;br /&gt;Now baby you want a second kiss&lt;br /&gt;One more kiss an other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's driving you crazy&lt;br /&gt;and you know the complications&lt;br /&gt;it's an evidence, it's an evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's closed to midnight in the dark&lt;br /&gt;it's opened to her at anytime&lt;br /&gt;The night clubs ended up their stories&lt;br /&gt;You've just made up your company&lt;br /&gt;You think of her in every hours&lt;br /&gt;And every seconds of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's driving you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you know the complications&lt;br /&gt;It's an evidence, it's an evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the world where you're from&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl that you want&lt;br /&gt;She's the dream that you desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now baby you want a second kiss&lt;br /&gt;One more kiss an other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the world where you're from&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl that ou want&lt;br /&gt;She's the kiss for your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's driving you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you know the complications&lt;br /&gt;It's an evidence, it's an evidence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-3162266477961182981?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3162266477961182981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3162266477961182981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-driving-you-crazy-and-you-know.html' title='what do you guess Baby? Let me know about it...'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-2899964810607319954</id><published>2008-07-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:27:22.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This goodbye will never last.</title><content type='html'>V.A.C.A.T.I.O.N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-2899964810607319954?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2899964810607319954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2899964810607319954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-goodbye-will-never-last.html' title='This goodbye will never last.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-7947915545502233235</id><published>2008-07-14T07:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:01:13.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before, After and Forever.</title><content type='html'>If Love is a game i decided to cheat&lt;br /&gt;If love is a game then i will win at it&lt;br /&gt;and people will be as addicted as a poker player&lt;br /&gt;It isn't only in their head&lt;br /&gt;It is first in their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is a fight so I will ascend my own army&lt;br /&gt;If love is a fight, i will win the battle&lt;br /&gt;and it will be as bloody as 'the abduction of the Sabines'&lt;br /&gt;If this is the price to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love.&lt;br /&gt;To make the world more magical&lt;br /&gt;By reversing a powder realistic&lt;br /&gt;to delete the crush on the powerless&lt;br /&gt;they'll only be powerless to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is a joke i decided to be the laugh&lt;br /&gt;If love is a joke then i will be the most fun&lt;br /&gt;to become a mad-laughter dictated by the silent&lt;br /&gt;and heard by the deaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in this earth&lt;br /&gt;First i live in my heart&lt;br /&gt;i see you, you see me&lt;br /&gt;i need you, you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love.&lt;br /&gt;To make the world more magical&lt;br /&gt;By reversing a powder realistic&lt;br /&gt;to delete the crush on the powerless&lt;br /&gt;they'll only be powerless to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Love is global i will translate it in every languages&lt;br /&gt;Speaking with the mouth and responding with the body&lt;br /&gt;Babe it's sweet and honey and it's forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Love is in the sky i will go to there&lt;br /&gt;Since Love is in the sky so i will catch the stars&lt;br /&gt;and hooking them up with their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love.&lt;br /&gt;To make the world more magical&lt;br /&gt;By reversing a powder realistic&lt;br /&gt;to delete the crush on the powerless&lt;br /&gt;they'll only be powerless to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Love is bigger than the biggest ruby red of the world&lt;br /&gt;And that's totally why My Dear Lover,&lt;br /&gt;A ruby red wouldn't be enough to proove me your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-7947915545502233235?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7947915545502233235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7947915545502233235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/07/before-after-and-forever_14.html' title='Before, After and Forever.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-2047504452211240012</id><published>2008-07-12T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:39:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck about who I am ?! Do you at least know yourself who you are ?</title><content type='html'>I'm such a paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;A definite sentence from such a crazy mouth&lt;br /&gt;And i become totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So much crazy, such a crazy one&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious but i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't only a traffic in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The biggest one is in my head&lt;br /&gt;There's such a traffic in my minds&lt;br /&gt;Longer than the trafic at the Madison Avenue&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop it but i try&lt;br /&gt;poor crazy head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the eyes looking at me ?&lt;br /&gt;Are these fingers showing me?&lt;br /&gt;Are these words about me ?&lt;br /&gt;Is the clock turnig for me?&lt;br /&gt;Is this crazy world living for me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't only a show on MTV&lt;br /&gt;The loudest one is in my head&lt;br /&gt;There's such a noise in my minds&lt;br /&gt;Louder than a heavy metal concert at the Helfest Festival&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop it but i try&lt;br /&gt;poor crazy head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they kiss me or kill me ?&lt;br /&gt;are they joking ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding&lt;br /&gt;Will they crawl into my bed at night ?&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious but will they ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the riot.&lt;br /&gt;Can they see me smiling ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing a heavy metal concert at the Madison Avenue&lt;br /&gt;I've got my own riot&lt;br /&gt;We're playing, we're laughing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;A definite sentence from such a crazy mouth&lt;br /&gt;And i become totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So much crazy, such a crazy one&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious but i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-2047504452211240012?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2047504452211240012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2047504452211240012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-fuck-about-who-i-am-do-you-even.html' title='What the fuck about who I am ?! Do you at least know yourself who you are ?'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-4078710367274828603</id><published>2008-07-02T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:32:11.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i look at the sky i'd like to be one of the stars.When i look at the sky i'd like to go to 2 stars right with Peter Pan. "If only he could exist"</title><content type='html'>I admit not to be an example&lt;br /&gt;Must i really be blamed for that ?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is in this world&lt;br /&gt;I am like everybody : you can only blame me for this&lt;br /&gt;I am the problem and its victim&lt;br /&gt;We're all the problems and the victims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath all the smiles you can see&lt;br /&gt;The misery is there and will be&lt;br /&gt;We've all got the keys to end it&lt;br /&gt;We must be the change to draw a smile in everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the other side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;to breath a new oxygen&lt;br /&gt;with some new eyes to light my dreams&lt;br /&gt;in this heart only shine the misery&lt;br /&gt;I want to go the other side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;to feed my hopes&lt;br /&gt;with a new mouth to sing some lullabies&lt;br /&gt;in this earth only escapes my bravery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit not to be a perfect girl&lt;br /&gt;Must I really be blamed for that ?&lt;br /&gt;No girl is in this world&lt;br /&gt;I am like every girls : you can only blame me for this&lt;br /&gt;I am the human and its victims&lt;br /&gt;We're all the human and its victims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that after spring summer comes&lt;br /&gt;as much as you know that a dream is never away from&lt;br /&gt;you must keep in hope this happyness&lt;br /&gt;Oh Darling, say goodbye to the lonelyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the other side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;to breath a new oxygen&lt;br /&gt;with some new eyes to light my dreams&lt;br /&gt;in this heart only shine the misery&lt;br /&gt;I want to go the other side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;to feed my hopes&lt;br /&gt;with a new mouth to sing some lullabies&lt;br /&gt;in this earth only escapes my bravery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moon is turning&lt;br /&gt;but i'll stay in the hidden side&lt;br /&gt;This is my secret&lt;br /&gt;so don't repeat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the other side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;to breath a new oxygen&lt;br /&gt;with some new eyes to light my dreams&lt;br /&gt;in this heart only shine the misery&lt;br /&gt;I want to go the other side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;to feed my hopes&lt;br /&gt;with a new mouth to sing some lullabies&lt;br /&gt;in this earth only escapes my bravery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-4078710367274828603?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/4078710367274828603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/4078710367274828603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-look-at-sky-id-like-to-be-one.html' title='When i look at the sky i&apos;d like to be one of the stars.When i look at the sky i&apos;d like to go to 2 stars right with Peter Pan. &quot;If only he could exist&quot;'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-93525942195100159</id><published>2008-06-27T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:24:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not in the room where people speak. Silence is their friend, noise their enemie.</title><content type='html'>Oh this is the place where i've been&lt;br /&gt;My memories are coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so serious, i can't lie, i have lived&lt;br /&gt;It's so serious you don't even imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me guess the futur in your crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;The past is done and gone away&lt;br /&gt;I want to know and get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diaporama is playing&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the pictures (that) are runing&lt;br /&gt;This is an odd movie&lt;br /&gt;The movie of my life playing&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is the place where i am&lt;br /&gt;Where my memories are creating&lt;br /&gt;I'm so serious, i can't lie, i'm living&lt;br /&gt;It's so serious you don't even imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me guess the futur in your crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;The past is done and gone away&lt;br /&gt;I want to know and get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diaporama is playing&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the pictures (that) are runing&lt;br /&gt;This is an odd movie&lt;br /&gt;The movie of my life playing&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stop, No pause&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and push the play&lt;br /&gt;Take the pop-corn and watch away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is the place where i'll go&lt;br /&gt;Where my memories will be created&lt;br /&gt;I'm so serious, i can't lie, i will live&lt;br /&gt;It's so serious you don't even imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me compare what's in your crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;The past is done and gone away&lt;br /&gt;So let me know and go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-93525942195100159?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/93525942195100159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/93525942195100159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-in-room-where-people-speak.html' title='I&apos;m not in the room where people speak. Silence is their friend, noise their enemie.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-7295135228611588054</id><published>2008-06-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:27:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "coincidence" between Pain and Pills of Ativan.</title><content type='html'>This was his alibi : she didn't give him love enough&lt;br /&gt;So her words were cruel but real&lt;br /&gt;These words touched him so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he can only guess red and blue lights&lt;br /&gt;Direction to the emergency&lt;br /&gt;She was cruel but real&lt;br /&gt;Emergency is freaky but real&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it paradoxical, isn't it paradoxical,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tension in him is big&lt;br /&gt;But the beating of his heart are slows&lt;br /&gt;paradoxical, paradoxical, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to operate him now!"&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't finished his own operation.&lt;br /&gt;He thought he was the only one to act with death&lt;br /&gt;He though it was the good moment to experiment death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was there next to him.&lt;br /&gt;Crying, Crying&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that'd be happening ?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what'll be happening ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, react and act.&lt;br /&gt;But not in this miserable way.&lt;br /&gt;Think, react and act&lt;br /&gt;Do it slowly anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took his hand with difficulty&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes to the reality&lt;br /&gt;He won't know anymore what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;Now his heart is congealed, now his body is stoical&lt;br /&gt;She is crying, she is doing it very much&lt;br /&gt;so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A river of pain, of some misery&lt;br /&gt;Last memories of his reality&lt;br /&gt;He will never know what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haleluja, Haleluja"&lt;br /&gt;meant his face to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halleluja, Halleluja"&lt;br /&gt;Told his face to the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halleluja, Halleluja&lt;br /&gt;If only he knew what he could miss in this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halleluja, Halleluja&lt;br /&gt;What are humans supposed to do in front of a broken heart ?&lt;br /&gt;in front of a miserable destiny ?&lt;br /&gt;In front of not any dignity ? &lt;br /&gt;-Halleluja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-7295135228611588054?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7295135228611588054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7295135228611588054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/06/coincidence-of-pain-and-pills-of-ativan.html' title='The &quot;coincidence&quot; between Pain and Pills of Ativan.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-1834566747234628399</id><published>2008-06-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:46:49.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just because i'm loosing, does it mean i am lost ?"          PS : I hate You.</title><content type='html'>It's a cold night&lt;br /&gt;and i'm alone in this town&lt;br /&gt;In a street i can't name&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes on this letter&lt;br /&gt;to guide my tears, to feed my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold night&lt;br /&gt;And the town is asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only drinkers are awake&lt;br /&gt;I whish they could pay me a drink&lt;br /&gt;to kill the pain, to feed the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,&lt;br /&gt;like an offender dimes from some criminal minds&lt;br /&gt;This letter sounds like a trigger pulled&lt;br /&gt;like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold night&lt;br /&gt;and all i remember&lt;br /&gt;are the murderers words&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could understand the game&lt;br /&gt;to kill the rancour, to be the winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very cold night&lt;br /&gt;i used to be in this town&lt;br /&gt;with a vodka next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very cold night&lt;br /&gt;i used to be in this street&lt;br /&gt;the 'street of the Misery'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,&lt;br /&gt;like an offender dimes from some criminal minds&lt;br /&gt;This letter sounds like a trigger pulled&lt;br /&gt;like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm wondering why ?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me alone in this street at midnight&lt;br /&gt;with this fucking letter provided and the cold to survive ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering why, it was a crime.&lt;br /&gt;I was your kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter sounds like a premeditated crime,&lt;br /&gt;like an offender dimes from some criminal minds&lt;br /&gt;This letter sounds like a trigger pulled&lt;br /&gt;like a mortal bullet from a chemical weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I hate You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-1834566747234628399?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1834566747234628399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1834566747234628399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-because-im-loosing-does-it-mean-i.html' title='&quot;Just because i&apos;m loosing, does it mean i am lost ?&quot;          PS : I hate You.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-1027807194833609150</id><published>2008-06-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:56:02.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was 7am but i didn't hear any bells i should change my radio station.</title><content type='html'>It's a serie, a movie&lt;br /&gt;We are the intrigue for the best and the worst&lt;br /&gt;We need to know if it's a tragedy or a comedy&lt;br /&gt;Is it the best or the worst ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science can't prove it,&lt;br /&gt;but we are filming and filmed&lt;br /&gt;Science can't change it&lt;br /&gt;but we're the stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conditions of contract was made for us&lt;br /&gt;the archetypes used to live for our lives&lt;br /&gt;We're the the intrigue and intrigued&lt;br /&gt;We're the film and filmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a serie, a movie&lt;br /&gt;We are Love and Hate&lt;br /&gt;But we need to know if it's a tragedy or a comedy&lt;br /&gt;Is it Love? Is it Hate ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science will prove it&lt;br /&gt;Cause we've got blood in our veins&lt;br /&gt;Science won't change it&lt;br /&gt;That we've got heart and brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conditions of contract was made for us&lt;br /&gt;The archetypes used to live for our lives&lt;br /&gt;We are the hated haters&lt;br /&gt;We are the unpopular lovers... of a so pupular love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no adored adorable&lt;br /&gt;Crush your prejudice, crush it now&lt;br /&gt;turn on the tv, turn on the tv&lt;br /&gt;and admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conditions of contract was made for us&lt;br /&gt;The archetypes used to live for our lives&lt;br /&gt;We are your eternally charachter&lt;br /&gt;We dont write the script... but we survive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-1027807194833609150?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1027807194833609150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1027807194833609150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-7am-but-i-didnt-hear-any-bells-i.html' title='It was 7am but i didn&apos;t hear any bells i should change my radio station.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-6350885938873959521</id><published>2008-06-22T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:48:36.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess we'v all got the keys but are too blind to see.</title><content type='html'>I notice their strange reaction&lt;br /&gt;It's like a movement&lt;br /&gt;but i can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy&lt;br /&gt;to go back to our dreams when we're awake&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy&lt;br /&gt;to go back to the places and wait&lt;br /&gt;no it isn't that easy when we live in the reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice their extreme shouting&lt;br /&gt;It's a demonstration&lt;br /&gt;I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's way to find&lt;br /&gt;I hope there are solutions inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice their big anxiety&lt;br /&gt;It's a real depression&lt;br /&gt;I still can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy&lt;br /&gt;to go back to our dreams when we're awake&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy&lt;br /&gt;to go back to the places and wait&lt;br /&gt;no it isn't that easy when we live in the reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice the anger in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's a revolution&lt;br /&gt;But i can't move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's way to find&lt;br /&gt;I hope there are solutions inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy&lt;br /&gt;to go back to our dreams when we're awake&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy&lt;br /&gt;to go back to the places and wait&lt;br /&gt;no it isn't that easy when we live in the reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-6350885938873959521?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Vodka next to me.</title><content type='html'>I don't like what you say to me&lt;br /&gt;I hate what you do of me&lt;br /&gt;Yours lies are populars for me&lt;br /&gt;Give me more, I need more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel your skin&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your fantastic words&lt;br /&gt;And i really aim to feel your heart beating again&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always talk about me&lt;br /&gt;But there isn't any me without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a book with solutions&lt;br /&gt;Send it to my face&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss me with ambitions&lt;br /&gt;Do it with some grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By ourslef we can change that&lt;br /&gt;we can change us&lt;br /&gt;we can even change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things always have a link with me&lt;br /&gt;My things always move for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night, i can hardly breath&lt;br /&gt;you aren't laid next to me&lt;br /&gt;Late night, i'd like to get wings&lt;br /&gt;to join you in your bed&lt;br /&gt;That'd please me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always talk about me &lt;br /&gt;But there isn't any me without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-11689565001041256?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/11689565001041256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/11689565001041256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-as-empty-as-bottle-of-vodka.html' title='Feeling as empty as the bottle of Vodka next to me.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-5177657806171881622</id><published>2008-05-31T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:48:15.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the 31st May and  tomorow it's my birthday wow, that's driviing me so nostalgic. who knows why..</title><content type='html'>When you look at some of your photos&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes see strangers' faces on it&lt;br /&gt;and then..&lt;br /&gt;you wonder in how many strangers' photos you are&lt;br /&gt;With which face, and in which place&lt;br /&gt;Different memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes see traces of planes&lt;br /&gt;with their buddies, with their souls,&lt;br /&gt;with their happyness and their maladies&lt;br /&gt;with their glorious things and their miseries&lt;br /&gt;Different destinies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;And imagine..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what would be the world without them&lt;br /&gt;without all these unmeaning things that lead you&lt;br /&gt;somewhere new...&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And imagine&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what would be the world today without them&lt;br /&gt;or even without you.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if your focus would mean the same thing&lt;br /&gt;than your focus means today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember some words from you&lt;br /&gt;And then..&lt;br /&gt;You wonder how many people have ever heard the sames one&lt;br /&gt;In which situations, with which ton..&lt;br /&gt;And which changes have caused these words&lt;br /&gt;Different dictionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a music, a word, or even a film&lt;br /&gt;a picture, an engine or even a tragedie&lt;br /&gt;reminds you souvenirs. reminds you why you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;And imagine..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what would be the world without them&lt;br /&gt;without all these unmeaning things that lead you&lt;br /&gt;somewhere new...&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And imagine&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what would be the world today without them&lt;br /&gt;or even without you.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if your focus would mean the same thing&lt;br /&gt;than your focus means today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;To meet new faces&lt;br /&gt;to discover new places&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go somewhere blue&lt;br /&gt;to jump all arround the places&lt;br /&gt;and meet all diferent faces&lt;br /&gt;To come back to life all my memories&lt;br /&gt;And bear in my life brand new souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;And imagine..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what would be the world without them&lt;br /&gt;without all these unmeaning things that lead you&lt;br /&gt;somewhere new...&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And imagine&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what would be the world today without them&lt;br /&gt;or even without you.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if your focus would mean the same thing&lt;br /&gt;than your focus means today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come back to life all my memories&lt;br /&gt;And bear in my life brand new souvenirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-5177657806171881622?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/5177657806171881622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/5177657806171881622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-31st-mayn-tomorow-its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s the 31st May and  tomorow it&apos;s my birthday wow, that&apos;s driviing me so nostalgic. who knows why..'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-3126125986714386768</id><published>2008-05-17T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:54:09.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dirty rumors about a (not that) pure body to make grimp your sex appeal, how do yo feel ? how do you feel ?</title><content type='html'>Sincerely, what do you think of me ?&lt;br /&gt;Is that reality&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't seem the same&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's happening to me ?&lt;br /&gt;I hate your reality&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch my heart, egest its pain&lt;br /&gt;Bring it life&lt;br /&gt;You're a king in my head&lt;br /&gt;Pinch my heart, egest its pain&lt;br /&gt;Bring it life&lt;br /&gt;A jewel crown for your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hide themselves, behind some arrogance&lt;br /&gt;and some indiference&lt;br /&gt;But They just want a romance&lt;br /&gt;Even if ,they don't stop at exits&lt;br /&gt;They just want to exist&lt;br /&gt;But they don't flee the danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch my heart, egest its pain&lt;br /&gt;Bring it life&lt;br /&gt;You're a king in my head&lt;br /&gt;Pinch my heart, egest its pain&lt;br /&gt;Bring it life&lt;br /&gt;A jewel crown for your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sqander, all our free time to dream&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of what could be happening&lt;br /&gt;If we had change this world&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if that'd be happening&lt;br /&gt;Out the naivety&lt;br /&gt;to realize our words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch my heart, egest its pain&lt;br /&gt;Bring it life&lt;br /&gt;You're a king in my head&lt;br /&gt;Pinch my heart, egest its pain&lt;br /&gt;Bring it life&lt;br /&gt;A jewel crown for your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, what do you think of me ?&lt;br /&gt;Is that reality&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't seem the same&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's happening to me ?&lt;br /&gt;I hate your reality&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one to blame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-3126125986714386768?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3126125986714386768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3126125986714386768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/05/dirty-rumors-about-not-that-pure-body.html' title='A dirty rumors about a (not that) pure body to make grimp your sex appeal, how do yo feel ? how do you feel ?'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-1101593170676799190</id><published>2008-05-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:45:07.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration in my dreams and listening to your words in my ears. No I won't change my place cause i'm proud of me.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Let this record play&lt;br /&gt;They gotta go but it sn't up to them&lt;br /&gt;They try to think they will be able to leave me&lt;br /&gt;But hey guys realize! This is a new record for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to wake up !&lt;br /&gt;To do it fast&lt;br /&gt;It's time to break up !&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's as fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i won't change my minds : cause they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;And i won't turn this page : they'll do it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Let this record play&lt;br /&gt;they gotta go but it isn't up to them&lt;br /&gt;They try to think they will be bale to leave me&lt;br /&gt;But hey guys realize! this is a new record for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get up !&lt;br /&gt;with a great sound&lt;br /&gt;It's time to speak up !&lt;br /&gt;strongly and loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Let this record play&lt;br /&gt;They gotta go but it isn't up to them&lt;br /&gt;They try o think they will be able to leave me&lt;br /&gt;But hey guys realize! This is a new record for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i won't cry for them : cause they don't touh me&lt;br /&gt;No i won't run away : they'll do tis for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! let this record play&lt;br /&gt;They gotta go but it isn't up to them&lt;br /&gt;They try to think they'll be able to leave me&lt;br /&gt;But hey guys realize! This is a new record for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-1101593170676799190?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1101593170676799190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1101593170676799190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspiration-in-my-dreams-and-listening_17.html' title='Inspiration in my dreams and listening to your words in my ears. No I won&apos;t change my place cause i&apos;m proud of me.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-9109369028896986229</id><published>2008-05-10T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:01:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mr.Liar lives for my naivety but he's the one to blame. Oh Mr.Liar lives for a tragedy and that's my surprising game.</title><content type='html'>I just want a Café and sell caféine to anybody&lt;br /&gt;to keep them awake to let them seeing my smile&lt;br /&gt;Some people want an empire and sell cocaine&lt;br /&gt;to feel strong and addicted, they are blamed&lt;br /&gt;so blamed. -sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An addiction its a decision&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt expect to see you&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are watching&lt;br /&gt;but i don't see : my opinion is blind&lt;br /&gt;So sad -im blamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the covers of some hearts and musics&lt;br /&gt;the covers of some stories,&lt;br /&gt;of some lives that used to live&lt;br /&gt;We are the reason of nothing&lt;br /&gt;We are just staring our destiny -&lt;br /&gt;staring love, succes and money&lt;br /&gt;so after all we are just the covers of a form of the misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attention, even if its with silly actions&lt;br /&gt;all attention we give and get its in our mission&lt;br /&gt;not randomly : its destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a romance and giving my love to a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;So keep it alive with my words and my smile&lt;br /&gt;Some people want a sex tape as an hottie game&lt;br /&gt;to feel attracted by desire they are blamed&lt;br /&gt;so blamed -sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An addiction its a decision&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt expect to see you&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are watchin g&lt;br /&gt;but i don't see : my opinion is blind&lt;br /&gt;So sad -im blamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the covers of some hearts and musics&lt;br /&gt;the covers of some stories,&lt;br /&gt;of some lives that used to live&lt;br /&gt;We are the reason of nothing&lt;br /&gt;We are just staring our destiny -&lt;br /&gt;staring love, succes and money&lt;br /&gt;so after all we are just the covers of a form of the misery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-9109369028896986229?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/9109369028896986229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/9109369028896986229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-mrliar-lives-for-my-naivety-but-hes.html' title='Oh Mr.Liar lives for my naivety but he&apos;s the one to blame. Oh Mr.Liar lives for a tragedy and that&apos;s my surprising game.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-7098854701097970095</id><published>2008-05-09T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:34:08.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catch me in your world, im just your own character but your minds are just living for me. so catch me.</title><content type='html'>We're all the paranoids&lt;br /&gt;We're the reason of this war in our head&lt;br /&gt;We can't change seasons, but seasons can change us&lt;br /&gt;We just want to know The Reason, but The Reason doesn't know us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black or White, Fake or True&lt;br /&gt;Not any middle visible&lt;br /&gt;But the nuances are desirable&lt;br /&gt;So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all so miserable&lt;br /&gt;Liing behind our own words&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind the decor of our own world&lt;br /&gt;We're all our own prison, bu The Prison isn't us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we try : but almost of the time we admire them surviving&lt;br /&gt;Sometime we want : but always we look at them dealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black or White, Fake or True&lt;br /&gt;Not any middle visible&lt;br /&gt;But the nuances are desirable&lt;br /&gt;So true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we try : but almost of the time we admire them surviving&lt;br /&gt;Sometime we want : but always we look at them dealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't change who we are, but only who we seem to be&lt;br /&gt;the pity face in the mirror, the disguise of the fatality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black or White, Fake or True&lt;br /&gt;Not any middle visible&lt;br /&gt;But the nuances are desirable&lt;br /&gt;So true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-7098854701097970095?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7098854701097970095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7098854701097970095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/05/catch-me-in-your-world-im-just-your-own.html' title='catch me in your world, im just your own character but your minds are just living for me. so catch me.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-3344013526826249742</id><published>2008-04-23T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:39:09.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoah  i just wrote this during less than 3min and i wasnt even awake. i should probably be sorry but i am not : excuses exhaust me.</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep i think too much&lt;br /&gt;i can't breath but im trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to think of me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will move and love&lt;br /&gt;I will catch the sun&lt;br /&gt;I will be a crazy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just want you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me im beautiful and wonderful even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll always be there for me even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all what i want to hear it's a necessity&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you are mine even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you are proud of me even if you lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world foolish lies, stupidities i want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could love your words but now&lt;br /&gt;i could be your dirty desire&lt;br /&gt;Now im juts myself : im proud&lt;br /&gt;everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will change and love&lt;br /&gt;I won't ignore&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a crazy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just want you to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i am beautiful and wonderful even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll always be there for me even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all what i want to hear it's a necessity&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you are mine even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you are proud of me even if you lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world foolish lies, some stupidities i want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll give a damn about it&lt;br /&gt;im sure cause you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i am beautiful and wonderful even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll always be there for me even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all what i want to hear it's a necessity&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you are mine even if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you are proud of me even if you lie&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world foolish lies, some stupidities i want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=9RXNJ8vITnU"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Then Deborah, one of my friends sang the chorus, i totally love how it sounds, check it and tell ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-3344013526826249742?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3344013526826249742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3344013526826249742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/04/woah-its-like-1035am-i-woke-up-like.html' title='whoah  i just wrote this during less than 3min and i wasnt even awake. i should probably be sorry but i am not : excuses exhaust me.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-2962370704426283628</id><published>2008-04-20T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T04:52:27.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being drunk is a pride or a shame for some people i see it like a game. Like the game of love.</title><content type='html'>I read news telling i was with you&lt;br /&gt;They know our feelings now im so with you&lt;br /&gt;it's offiicial&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to know how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;You deserve it I feel so good with you&lt;br /&gt;it'll be official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue in the mouth, kiss in the neck&lt;br /&gt;When i smelll your perfume there's a stomac ache&lt;br /&gt;I just call it Love, it must be Love and i call it Love&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's only Love&lt;br /&gt;A stupid smile and not any lies&lt;br /&gt;We can pour champagne we're at the same side&lt;br /&gt;I just call it Love, it must be Love and i call it Love&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's our own Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is falling i just wait for&lt;br /&gt;I just wait for you to warm me&lt;br /&gt;When my tears are being i just wait for&lt;br /&gt;I just wait for you to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Today I am happy and ill be happier tomorow&lt;br /&gt;Cause my life is with you : we have a Cupid's arrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel asleep in a safe place&lt;br /&gt;In your arms your bed is our best case&lt;br /&gt;wherever i go you are with me&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're alone your minds are for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue in the mouth, kiss in the neck&lt;br /&gt;When i smelll your perfume there's a stomac ache&lt;br /&gt;I just call it Love, it must be Love and i call it Love&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's only Love&lt;br /&gt;A stupid smile and not any lies&lt;br /&gt;We can pour champagne we're at the same side&lt;br /&gt;I just call it Love, it must be Love and i call it Love&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's our own Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play guitar i am next to you in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Writting in a book, and guessing how you look&lt;br /&gt;I am the words you the melody&lt;br /&gt;we're so complete we're our own music&lt;br /&gt;it's a sound called Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue in the mouth, kiss in the neck&lt;br /&gt;When i smelll your perfume there's a stomac ache&lt;br /&gt;I just call it Love, it must be Love and i call it Love&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's only Love&lt;br /&gt;A stupid smile and not any lies&lt;br /&gt;We can pour champagne we're at the same side&lt;br /&gt;I just call it Love, it must be Love and i call it Love&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's our own Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-2962370704426283628?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2962370704426283628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2962370704426283628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-drunk-is-pride-or-shame-for-some.html' title='Being drunk is a pride or a shame for some people i see it like a game. Like the game of love.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-6062098782064087260</id><published>2008-04-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:07:44.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a delirious way to ask 'what &amp; why'. It is a genius way to kiss you.</title><content type='html'>That's what you mean, that's what they mean baby&lt;br /&gt;just let me see, let me be in the move today&lt;br /&gt;That's what you tell, that's what they tell crazy&lt;br /&gt;just let me hear, let me know what is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a puppet in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I am it at the reality&lt;br /&gt;weather is changing but your minds aren't&lt;br /&gt;you let me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculously i could believe you&lt;br /&gt;curiously i could like you&lt;br /&gt;but hey look at me times have changed&lt;br /&gt;and i am not the naive one that you used to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you mean, that's what they mean baby&lt;br /&gt;just let me see, let me be in the move today&lt;br /&gt;That's what you tell, that's what they tell crazy&lt;br /&gt;just let me hear, let me know what is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can use all my malice : you won't act&lt;br /&gt;I am magic : you haven't even realized yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll make appear answers i want from your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you mean, that's what they mean baby&lt;br /&gt;just let me see, let me be in the move today&lt;br /&gt;That's what you tell, that's what they tell crazy&lt;br /&gt;just let me hear, let me know what is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noo, drop me a note&lt;br /&gt;but a good note cause i want the best score&lt;br /&gt;noo, i dont trust you&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe in all the words you say to me&lt;br /&gt;I aim for your real answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you mean, that's what they mean baby&lt;br /&gt;just let me see, let me be in the move today&lt;br /&gt;That's what you tell, that's what they tell crazy&lt;br /&gt;just let me hear, let me know what is okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-6062098782064087260?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/6062098782064087260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/6062098782064087260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-was-deliious-was-to-ask-what-why-it.html' title='It is a delirious way to ask &apos;what &amp; why&apos;. It is a genius way to kiss you.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-4688506383748946652</id><published>2008-03-29T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:04:37.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry, Be happy. =)</title><content type='html'>Before the night, before the day&lt;br /&gt;A fantastic dream is there&lt;br /&gt;I fly, you fly, we are so we fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A charming face with an ugly smile&lt;br /&gt;Please darling read my diary&lt;br /&gt;I try, you try, we are so we try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words I like, words i dislike&lt;br /&gt;Are shaping over us&lt;br /&gt;I cry, you cry, we are so we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight featuring Nightlight&lt;br /&gt;Don't care...&lt;br /&gt;We are just what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;A light in the middle of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good people or bad people&lt;br /&gt;A fake in a bad place&lt;br /&gt;I lie, you lie we are so we lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melodie, a symphony&lt;br /&gt;A sound and a music&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy, you're shy we're so fucking shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight featuring Nightlight&lt;br /&gt;Don't care...&lt;br /&gt;We are just what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;A light in the middle of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no city in Hell&lt;br /&gt;But only our dirty mistakes&lt;br /&gt;there is no hate in Paradise&lt;br /&gt;But still our favourite smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight featuring Nightlight&lt;br /&gt;Don't care...&lt;br /&gt;We are just what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;A light in the middle of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're good people&lt;br /&gt;Our heart bless your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our pen bless your soul&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're just very good people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-4688506383748946652?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/4688506383748946652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/4688506383748946652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, Be happy. =)'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-1137390689115725916</id><published>2008-03-22T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:50:35.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mean girls make you feel alright so enjoy me like a grace. You can't bear any mirrors so hate me like your reflect.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying not to fall&lt;br /&gt;But the relapse is my friend&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Mr.WonderfulRelapse&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to disturb you,&lt;br /&gt;but please dont give me your hand...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i throw the misery in your ocean&lt;br /&gt;my pain is your worst shame&lt;br /&gt;i know the conductor of this reason&lt;br /&gt;Your love is my worst shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is dead, the trouble is there&lt;br /&gt;it's probably laughing at our face&lt;br /&gt;it used to be grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont give you advices&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt dare to make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I will lend you my sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt dare to let you in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im not standing arround&lt;br /&gt;"i only put the hooks where it hurts the most"*&lt;br /&gt;i will leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;But be careful i see lots of ghosts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont give you advices&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt dare to make you feel alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Mr.WonderfulRelapse please give him your hands&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt know how to be polite, his pills aren't shared...'&lt;br /&gt;So wake up! the Relapse is there!&lt;br /&gt;So get up Your rehab can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lend you my sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt dare to let you in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*'put the hook where it hurts most' a line from Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;Jersey is a song of Mayday Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=F-U37Jtkv_k"&gt;Go there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-1137390689115725916?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1137390689115725916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1137390689115725916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/03/mean-girls-make-you-feel-alright-so.html' title='mean girls make you feel alright so enjoy me like a grace. You can&apos;t bear any mirrors so hate me like your reflect.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-6090347439969924571</id><published>2008-03-22T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:51:11.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princess was looking for a Prince. She was assassinted by a kiss from Him. That's what inspired all serial killers.</title><content type='html'>I want to describe you&lt;br /&gt;but you see no aim&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to share you&lt;br /&gt;shame is worse than fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes want to steal you&lt;br /&gt;but im always ready to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll make a pedestal : you'll be into&lt;br /&gt;If i could change your life : i'd be into&lt;br /&gt;but you always make me smile that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;We are set in the best place so we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not in a fairy tale but just in our world&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you have an idea&lt;br /&gt;I trust you whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;So get up, our world is calling us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have to douse the light to see you where i want&lt;br /&gt;even in the dark, my heart loves you in the best form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll make a pedestal : you'll be into&lt;br /&gt;If i could change your life : i'd be into&lt;br /&gt;but you always make me smile that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;We are set in the best place so we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a song always chiming&lt;br /&gt;like a party always moving&lt;br /&gt;but im ready to love you&lt;br /&gt;i dont have to steal you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll make a pedestal : you'll be into&lt;br /&gt;If i could change your life : i'd be into&lt;br /&gt;but you always make me smile that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;We are set in the best place so we do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-6090347439969924571?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/6090347439969924571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/6090347439969924571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/03/princess-was-looking-for-prince-she-was.html' title='A Princess was looking for a Prince. She was assassinted by a kiss from Him. That&apos;s what inspired all serial killers.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-2156424640421630798</id><published>2008-02-09T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:17:55.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive got to joing you in your bed but i don't have any map. Knowledge is less much exciting than the mess in our heads...</title><content type='html'>People never really know what they want&lt;br /&gt;But i really know how much i just want you and noone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl is screaming late on a street :&lt;br /&gt;She's probably crying by your fault&lt;br /&gt;If this girl is crying alone in her bedroom floor :&lt;br /&gt;You are definitevely the reason of her pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell "I love you." to anybody&lt;br /&gt;Without the knowmedge of the weight of this sentence&lt;br /&gt;But when 'Anybody' is telling you 'I need you.'&lt;br /&gt;An "I love you." isn't there, not even a fake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame for people who used to believe in you&lt;br /&gt;They were seeing something not that bad in your soul&lt;br /&gt;But you killed it with all your (fake) actions/words !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your road leads up to my favourite part of the game&lt;br /&gt;The danger is living there&lt;br /&gt;A leaf is being written about us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the shape of my life&lt;br /&gt;Wich disguise ? Wich disguise ?&lt;br /&gt;This, what i want to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the road of my life&lt;br /&gt;Wich town ? Wich street ?&lt;br /&gt;There, where i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll pick me up in Paris&lt;br /&gt;And you will make the visit of your bed/head in New York City&lt;br /&gt;Oh no baby, please stop crying&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave you alone, your world is big enough for two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I need you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word from you to make my minds shine&lt;br /&gt;A sentence from you to make my mouth smile&lt;br /&gt;A point from you to delete what they can lie&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment with you to make me live my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iloveyouorjusthateyou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-2156424640421630798?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2156424640421630798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/2156424640421630798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-got-to-joing-you-in-your-bed-but-i.html' title='Ive got to joing you in your bed but i don&apos;t have any map. Knowledge is less much exciting than the mess in our heads...'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-4542280534469226853</id><published>2008-02-09T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:51:19.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We know that we aren't good but we only want a mask to hide what we want...</title><content type='html'>A cell lost in the middle of a prison filled with your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Prison get used to your faults as hospital get used to your face&lt;br /&gt;You are their best subscriber, their endless character&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you! Don't see it like a game but rather like a mistakes party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you stop your errors ?&lt;br /&gt;You triggered an alarm system in their heads&lt;br /&gt;LOUD ! LOUD ! LOUD !&lt;br /&gt;When will you be able to see you in a mirror ?!&lt;br /&gt;You have to act, to act for a better flavor&lt;br /&gt;LOUDER ! LOUDER ! LOUDER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say : Poor (wo)Man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blood isn't even healthy&lt;br /&gt;You mistakes could have something sweet (in your point of view, in your point of view...)&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this like an other repimant&lt;br /&gt;These words are just chiming like/instead of a waited cure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw what everything around you needs it&lt;br /&gt;Some hard efforts, and the solution, that's it&lt;br /&gt;LEAD ! LEAD ! LEAD !&lt;br /&gt;Take pills to wake up instead of pills to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And you'll become their example, yeah they will see you like a&lt;br /&gt;LEADER ! LEADER ! LEADER ! (of your (ex)misery...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just want you in their weddings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, spreading what it sticks on your face&lt;br /&gt;Is what everybody want to see&lt;br /&gt;You, changing it by a better expression&lt;br /&gt;is the revolution They aim to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just want you in their weddings&lt;br /&gt;Do the best actions to hear a "Congratulations ! "&lt;br /&gt;Even if You probably don't, They deserve it&lt;br /&gt;And you know tis better than us, yes you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have some changes to : BRING ! BRING ! BRING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not to late yet,&lt;br /&gt;The alarm system can stop ringing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACT ! LEAD ! BRING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that they don't want to go to your funeral&lt;br /&gt;But you to go on their engagment parties...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-4542280534469226853?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/4542280534469226853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/4542280534469226853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-know-that-we-arent-good-but-we-only.html' title='We know that we aren&apos;t good but we only want a mask to hide what we want...'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-6456689620671085673</id><published>2008-02-09T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:49:27.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse than a walk alone at midnight in Whore Street, you wrote me a letter with your better shits</title><content type='html'>I am not seeker after gold or silver&lt;br /&gt;I only want you in my searches&lt;br /&gt;It's much better than a diamond crown&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do :You will be mine&lt;br /&gt;I inform you of something : " It's time to love ! "&lt;br /&gt;to love together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't scratch our page&lt;br /&gt;It seems blank, but after reflexion&lt;br /&gt;You can admit that even if you turn it&lt;br /&gt;Our Story continues&lt;br /&gt;Continues to beat with our heart together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can't be real if it's not in our world&lt;br /&gt;Its definition seems better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want such a melody&lt;br /&gt;Just the sweetest sound wich will groove our body&lt;br /&gt;After our ceremony&lt;br /&gt;I can guess your words on your mouth &lt;em&gt;(loud) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in the happyness : i can't see misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before closing the ceremony a question is chiming&lt;br /&gt;" What would you if i was crying on the bathroom floor with your heart like the reason of my tears ? "&lt;br /&gt;Answer ? Answer ?&lt;br /&gt;Is the wedding canceled ? Is our happyness over ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you at the church&lt;br /&gt;I'm beating in your heart&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP !!&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding is calling us ! &lt;em&gt;(our fucking wedding is calling us...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger orders the Ring of Love&lt;br /&gt;My finger orders it as musch as it deserves it &lt;em&gt;(but you maybe don't deserve my love...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want such a melody&lt;br /&gt;Just the sweetest sound wich will groove our body&lt;br /&gt;After our ceremony&lt;br /&gt;I can guess your words on your mouth &lt;em&gt;(loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We're in the happyness : i can't see misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring of Love, Pills of desesperation&lt;br /&gt;Wedding music, Tears of attention&lt;br /&gt;Ring of love, Pills of desesperation&lt;br /&gt;Wedding music, Tears of attention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What a wonderful Drama!' : this is the lesson that everybody will retain&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to drama! Addicted to drama ! &lt;em&gt;(you can even see it on a pretty message board...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want such a melody&lt;br /&gt;Just the sweetest sound which would groove our body&lt;br /&gt;After our ceremony&lt;br /&gt;I can guess your words on your mouth &lt;em&gt;(loud)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in happyness : Now i can only see misery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction of drama ! Addicion of drama !&lt;br /&gt;As dramatic as we were meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-6456689620671085673?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/6456689620671085673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/6456689620671085673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/02/worse-than-walk-alone-at-midnight-in.html' title='Worse than a walk alone at midnight in Whore Street, you wrote me a letter with your better shits'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-6745302285731638441</id><published>2008-02-09T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T05:49:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST BE TRUE ! Or less fake than you already are...</title><content type='html'>You should try to understand that you arent a dream coming true&lt;br /&gt;but just a part of something fake&lt;br /&gt;A game/shame,&lt;br /&gt;that's what you aim for&lt;br /&gt;i think you MUST BE what i am not !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more speach for a better hot dream&lt;br /&gt;words on keyboard aren't allowed to mean what i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;You aren't on a pedestal, just on a full stage&lt;br /&gt;The stage fulled by your misery&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you know that Love only love us in the form of the misery&lt;br /&gt;You know it, and you play with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get used to be seen like an example to follow&lt;br /&gt;But you know that this disguise is far away from you&lt;br /&gt;taking pills on a bathroom floor is the way that people would live&lt;br /&gt;if they followed your road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mask for an entertainment&lt;br /&gt;A disguise for fashion looks&lt;br /&gt;A micro and a guitar to make people dance&lt;br /&gt;And your favourite pills to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try to understand that you arent a dream coming true&lt;br /&gt;but just a part of something fake&lt;br /&gt;A game/shame,&lt;br /&gt;that's what you aim for&lt;br /&gt;i think you MUST BE what i am not !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dont want to guess you but touch you&lt;br /&gt;You want true life in hollywood hills&lt;br /&gt;healthy attention better competition&lt;br /&gt;First, you should try to stop your addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A travel for our mouth&lt;br /&gt;A trip for our minds&lt;br /&gt;Your fellings are mine&lt;br /&gt;Check it in my gossip disguise&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my mask : now you're all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try to understand that you arent a dream coming true but just a part of something fake A game/shame, that's what you aim for i think you MUST BE what i am not !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-6745302285731638441?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/6745302285731638441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/6745302285731638441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/02/must-be-true-or-less-fake-than-you.html' title='MUST BE TRUE ! Or less fake than you already are...'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-1664538807196744841</id><published>2008-01-26T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:10:40.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Clumsy boy! He forgot to never tell a girl that her friend is better than her...!</title><content type='html'>To not feel goof next to superficial beauties isnt a reason to stay there without doing anything&lt;br /&gt;If this boy have to be your thus you have to turn arround him and catch him by every ways&lt;br /&gt;Everything is about rivality in a superficial dimension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about strass and glam&lt;br /&gt;Not about science effect or even better reflect&lt;br /&gt;All about mouth and tongue before words, heart and head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr.Beauty! come on and you will see.&lt;br /&gt;All mistakes you can do : I Agree !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivality is just a part of the conception of your pain&lt;br /&gt;you can even make a smile your blood is hot in your veins&lt;br /&gt;some sentences (un)said classified like assasane&lt;br /&gt;make your heart beat for an other guy : it would be a wonderful grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions are the same&lt;br /&gt;You want to be his addiction&lt;br /&gt;You want him for foolish reasons&lt;br /&gt;PATHETIC how you tell your mission&lt;br /&gt;But you arent the girl in his eyesight, so there's no solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr.Beauty! come on and you will see.&lt;br /&gt;All mistakes you can do : I Agree !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the cocaine on your veins and the adrenalin in your head&lt;br /&gt;like your superficial ambition ill become your first mission : what a great decision!&lt;br /&gt;Its better to guess this like his futur vision than crying for the worst solution of this tention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find an other one&lt;br /&gt;Pick up one in your car&lt;br /&gt;he will want to have your babies&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet, one more tragedy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why :&lt;br /&gt;Keep in hope the sensation of a new romance&lt;br /&gt;your last wish won't be able to stop your breathe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-1664538807196744841?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1664538807196744841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1664538807196744841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-clumsy-boy-he-forgot-to-never-tell.html' title='What a Clumsy boy! He forgot to never tell a girl that her friend is better than her...!'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-7461142666995394755</id><published>2008-01-26T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:41:29.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like what you say to me</title><content type='html'>Wow, that always seems so far from now when we look torward some perfect moments&lt;br /&gt;Talking with people on AIM or MSN isnt intersting anymore compared to a word from him&lt;br /&gt;But after all this 'him' wont get any sense anymore after an other Him, and after an other and an other again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want an everything as an everythings wants wings&lt;br /&gt;You need this solution as Cupid needs an excellent vision&lt;br /&gt;But after all you need impossiblities to find a fucking perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the hearth will turn around the sun&lt;br /&gt;My fingers will tape about you&lt;br /&gt;As longs as my tears wont be deleted of my face&lt;br /&gt;My heart wont beat anymore for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that always seems so unbelivable from the reality how tragedies and fatalities bought our misery in their stories.&lt;br /&gt;So unmeaning as everytime that they drew our ways in their road to bring us the worst melody, What a bitersweet symphony sounds for you like a musical gift from Hell in Your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all have our meaning sound resounding in our head&lt;br /&gt;It's scripted as a movie script : after all Rose had to survive and Jack had to dead&lt;br /&gt;After all you still have lot of things to provide and we have everything in hands to deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry cant be poetry by my hands&lt;br /&gt;Love cant be born as Love for my heart (to your heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall thank anybody whom's dreaming of me at night : i will just adviser you to not do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Im better to become dream in nightmares that to make of your nighmares a wonderfull dream&lt;br /&gt;I stay the best person to put mess in your minds,&lt;br /&gt;Im not a personal educator you can check it in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-7461142666995394755?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7461142666995394755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7461142666995394755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-often-want-to-play-with-word-but-its.html' title='I don&apos;t like what you say to me'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-5753548864600885172</id><published>2008-01-19T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:38:29.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If i had a band? "OH My Lord!" would be its name. If i shared my bed ? Don't dream you wouldnt get any place.</title><content type='html'>This is a new year&lt;br /&gt;so you gotta do a new chorus for my tongue&lt;br /&gt;my lips get bored by your bridge&lt;br /&gt;this is a new year for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you arent in the road to follow your decisions&lt;br /&gt;your life will still be fulled by shitty actions&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find a solution&lt;br /&gt;just look at the botom of his eyes : you'll see a revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we're made to be ridiculous in wagoon made to pick us up in Hell&lt;br /&gt;Yes you know what i mean, you're living for it&lt;br /&gt;As you're made to forget the tears in a dimension made to write the lines&lt;br /&gt;Yes you know what i mean, you're only living it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the color of the sky depends of your mood&lt;br /&gt;tell me why we only see grey : it doesnt coincide with your smile&lt;br /&gt;you cant stop lying to us as long as you wont stop lying to yourself&lt;br /&gt;We dont aim for grey and lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could see the bravery in your eyes and your body showing me all the spine&lt;br /&gt;but i cant see anything : why did the windows stay closed ?&lt;br /&gt;I've got the key of your door, but the light isnt there&lt;br /&gt;And our wonderful sky remains grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah i gotta live of this freaky world&lt;br /&gt;Woah i gotta make new friends and jump into the Best wagoon&lt;br /&gt;I chose the most appropriate Djs, its not conventional&lt;br /&gt;We will be dancing and drinking all night long&lt;br /&gt;Drinking as a drinker can, yes drinking to forget that our sky is grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont want a bad place in my minds : change the mentalities&lt;br /&gt;Create them a definitive smile&lt;br /&gt;If you want a such place in my heart : make the back of the blue in our reality&lt;br /&gt;Now i can see you smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to see it than guessing it&lt;br /&gt;We cant guess any death : you know how we live in the naivety...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-5753548864600885172?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/5753548864600885172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/5753548864600885172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-had-band-sweetest-sound-would-be.html' title='If i had a band? &quot;OH My Lord!&quot; would be its name. If i shared my bed ? Don&apos;t dream you wouldnt get any place.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-3830913393217806352</id><published>2007-12-30T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:44:43.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we can draw a smile in every faces, we're all magicians in/of your imagination.</title><content type='html'>every things are runing around the same thing&lt;br /&gt;not even an evolution, you cant find it&lt;br /&gt;you need a genius fulfilling all your whishes&lt;br /&gt;but you're just a character&lt;br /&gt;nothing more, nothing less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted by your impracticable dream&lt;br /&gt;You're aiming for your nightmare&lt;br /&gt;yes, you know that a nightmares can only be improved&lt;br /&gt;and dreams only spring of disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say believe in it&lt;br /&gt;but your mouth said :&lt;br /&gt;"Nightmares are better than dreams"&lt;br /&gt;And contradiction isn't the best solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtain is raised.&lt;br /&gt;The theater begins.&lt;br /&gt;This act is only beginning :&lt;br /&gt;thus come to taste this new romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doubts settled in heads&lt;br /&gt;by your words and/or your own actions&lt;br /&gt;makes your life&lt;br /&gt;The stinginess is not your qualifier (any more)&lt;br /&gt;The stinginess is your way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You adorn the truth with lies&lt;br /&gt;This is not a revelation just one of your addictions&lt;br /&gt;But you forget to be a puppet in this entertainment&lt;br /&gt;These hands are only driving a disarmed pawn&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that in this life : The control is always in the highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show finished, you return to the wall cupboard&lt;br /&gt;The lights are switched off and the glitter/strass disappear&lt;br /&gt;Your confusion feels the effects&lt;br /&gt;You become again the one that you were before :&lt;br /&gt;a normal person without glory nor silver :&lt;br /&gt;The one that you hate so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up! Dear marionette&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn needs to be cleaned :&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE REALITY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-3830913393217806352?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3830913393217806352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3830913393217806352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-can-draw-smile-in-every-faces-were.html' title='we can draw a smile in every faces, we&apos;re all magicians in/of your imagination.'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-7194566180279548175</id><published>2007-11-23T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T04:46:34.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will show you my love as i was showing you the steps of my private dance of the death last night</title><content type='html'>just because your envy flown&lt;br /&gt;and your malice were growing up&lt;br /&gt;you had spread this "WANTED" paper&lt;br /&gt;and throwing you up in the movie of the misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accustomed condemns you to lead&lt;br /&gt;this infamous anti-hero&lt;br /&gt;who springs and explodes&lt;br /&gt;no mercy for this role&lt;br /&gt;these daggers in those hearts can testify&lt;br /&gt;by their eternal souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should learn of the mistakes of people around you&lt;br /&gt;the solution isn't in the action&lt;br /&gt;but only by the reflexion and the talk&lt;br /&gt;you don't have anybody with talking now&lt;br /&gt;excepted the inanimate bodys laid next to you&lt;br /&gt;what a dramatic revelation!&lt;br /&gt;i will pull for you this trigger&lt;br /&gt;you won't heard any "BANG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merging the regrets in your head&lt;br /&gt;And the future vanishes gradually&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has used this straitjacket&lt;br /&gt;Your wait is not more than a greeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't made to be taught&lt;br /&gt;people aren't born to cried and to died by your own voice&lt;br /&gt;Love won't be able to live on their heart any more&lt;br /&gt;your voice is killing your own dramatic life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should learn of the mistakes of people around you&lt;br /&gt;the solution isn't in the action&lt;br /&gt;but only by the reflexion and the talk&lt;br /&gt;you don't have anybody with talking now&lt;br /&gt;excepted the inanimate bodys laid next to you&lt;br /&gt;what a dramatic revelation!&lt;br /&gt;i will pull for you this trigger&lt;br /&gt;you won't heard any "BANG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know thet your role is so real&lt;br /&gt;no future for your body&lt;br /&gt;you just have to hope that&lt;br /&gt;your soul will survive in this eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should learn of the mistakes of people around you&lt;br /&gt;the solution isn't in the action&lt;br /&gt;but only by the reflexion and the talk&lt;br /&gt;you don't have anybody with talking now&lt;br /&gt;excepted the inanimate bodys laid next to you&lt;br /&gt;what a dramatic revelation!&lt;br /&gt;i will pull for you this trigger&lt;br /&gt;you won't heard any "BANG!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-7194566180279548175?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7194566180279548175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/7194566180279548175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-will-show-you-my-love-as-i-was.html' title='i will show you my love as i was showing you the steps of my private dance of the death last night'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-8114099452394049896</id><published>2007-11-01T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:52:25.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My destiny is here and here i'm with you...       My memories are making and you are into...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorry for this, but im not in the good mood for writing not so bad things :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't millions (of) boys who think like you&lt;br /&gt;you are an exception and that's the cause "i want you"&lt;br /&gt;darling give me just one chance and i'll show you my dance&lt;br /&gt;come on jumping in my sphere and exploring my head&lt;br /&gt;this will be my only test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give an honey look&lt;br /&gt;writte for me in your book&lt;br /&gt;oh baby, i read you diary and i'm crazy about it&lt;br /&gt;just shut up and listen to me&lt;br /&gt;you're going to enter on my game&lt;br /&gt;this is your only fucking chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can i explain? How can I explain this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop the time for this hard party&lt;br /&gt;show me all your spine&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you some advices&lt;br /&gt;just break the clock,&lt;br /&gt;don't let your concentration go away&lt;br /&gt;there's no notion of the time for this pretty crash party &lt;em&gt;( yeah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say "im gonna think about it"&lt;br /&gt;there's no way if you play in this game&lt;br /&gt;don't forget the real reason i love it&lt;br /&gt;it's only because there are my rules and my game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I explain? how can I explain this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop the time for this hard party&lt;br /&gt;show me all your spine&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you some advices&lt;br /&gt;just break the clock,&lt;br /&gt;don't let your concentration go away&lt;br /&gt;there's no notion of the time for this pretty crash party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're in the road of the dangerous game&lt;br /&gt;just for you "good luck!"&lt;br /&gt;and be not allowed to hypnotize&lt;br /&gt;my heart needs your heart now&lt;br /&gt;i need your body next to mine&lt;br /&gt;the pressure is in your veins now&lt;br /&gt;don't forget : the party's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop the time for this hard party&lt;br /&gt;show me all your spine&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you some advices&lt;br /&gt;just break the clock,&lt;br /&gt;don't let your concentration go away&lt;br /&gt;there's no notion of the time for this pretty crash party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get dice and counters in hand now&lt;br /&gt;do not disappoint my lips because my lips wait only for yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, I know this is the worst ever of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know, and i'm sorry for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've never pretended to be talneted for writting, never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorry for this, but my inspirations get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'll catch it and write on it after ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-8114099452394049896?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/8114099452394049896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/8114099452394049896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-destiny-is-here-and-here-im-with.html' title='My destiny is here and here i&apos;m with you...       My memories are making and you are into...'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-1373812245313889080</id><published>2007-10-20T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:59:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't bury me : our wedding is waiting for us. What are you waiting fo carying me?! Our end is just in front of us</title><content type='html'>I'm lost in your world&lt;br /&gt;being  made to repear my mistakes and forget yours&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be there to kill everything i'll have to&lt;br /&gt;being the Killer of your bad/good errors&lt;br /&gt;that's what I'm aimed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shout and Scream&lt;br /&gt;Cry and Cry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go outside your head&lt;br /&gt;to kill the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;they're haunting you&lt;br /&gt;like you're haunting all my worst dreams&lt;br /&gt;that become my wonderful nightmares&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the ghost in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shout and Scream&lt;br /&gt;Cry and Cry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't loose my heart, no don't loose it&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm dead, my heart is still beating&lt;br /&gt;Catch my soul with your tongue&lt;br /&gt;never forget that a ghost has got a soul after the death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shout and Scream&lt;br /&gt;Cry and Cry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm okay for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout and Scream&lt;br /&gt;Cry and Cry angain&lt;br /&gt;give me a sense not to be&lt;br /&gt;the bad Cupids in your head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;But your mouth still opened&lt;br /&gt;I got the gune for ending this "love machine"&lt;br /&gt;i"ll find the keys of my fucking paradise&lt;br /&gt;I shall follow my road thanks to this gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shout and Scream&lt;br /&gt;Cry and Cry again&lt;br /&gt;Your tears are now...&lt;br /&gt;My favourite game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uhm you should know that i am not in depression Xd, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess that sometimes my pen writes what my mouth can't scream or say... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but really, don't think that i am in depression or something like that..., &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was even smiliing when i've been writting that.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-1373812245313889080?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1373812245313889080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1373812245313889080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-bury-me-our-wedding-is-waiting-for.html' title='Don&apos;t bury me : our wedding is waiting for us. What are you waiting fo carying me?! Our end is just in front of us'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-5407036804839784622</id><published>2007-09-30T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T10:08:00.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a dramatic look or a romantic option?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have to be a "party girl" for being your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a fucking option!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't have to feel miserable in front of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a romantic action!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dance my body&lt;br /&gt;Sing my heart&lt;br /&gt;Rock my soul&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be getting your&lt;br /&gt;check the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me tragedies&lt;br /&gt;wake up my minds&lt;br /&gt;You'll be getting mine *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just the weapon in your head&lt;br /&gt;And the tears in your skin&lt;br /&gt;Your tears are red&lt;br /&gt;Your tears are bleeding&lt;br /&gt;You make a smile&lt;br /&gt;it's a beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, it is&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are crying again&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are crying blood&lt;br /&gt;your smile is liing whereas your eyes aren't&lt;br /&gt;you're eyes can't lie to me&lt;br /&gt;and the blood can try,&lt;br /&gt;but the blood can't resist to give the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm as a truth taker as your killer tears&lt;br /&gt;by the way of this worst love&lt;br /&gt;and the better "Lover" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My soul is subordinated by yours&lt;br /&gt;By myself and by this way&lt;br /&gt;i'll make a new reign&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the queen&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be the king(s)&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the queen but not the princess anymore&lt;br /&gt;the princess get away and when she was back&lt;br /&gt;The "princess" was the Queen&lt;br /&gt;The princess lost her way&lt;br /&gt;but The Queen made her way(s) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to be a "party girl" for being your&lt;br /&gt;just a fucking option!&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to feel miserable in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Just a romantic action!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-5407036804839784622?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/5407036804839784622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/5407036804839784622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-it-dramataci-look-or-romantic-option.html' title='Is it a dramatic look or a romantic option?'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-5219256741850306865</id><published>2007-08-27T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:47:27.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more confession by my hands, by my heart but not by my voice</title><content type='html'>the sun gone, you bring me a lot&lt;br /&gt;the heart opened, you tell me “I love you”&lt;br /&gt;but I just want to tell you that the sun never went for me&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's always closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun gone, you tried to bring me a lot&lt;br /&gt;The heart opened, you told me “I love you’&lt;br /&gt;But the sun never went for me, and my heart is always closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fatality!&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t deserve&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t blame&lt;br /&gt;Just catch this hand, and put it in your body&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the pressure growing&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your skin&lt;br /&gt;And imagining your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Take my hands and go away&lt;br /&gt;Put me in your paradise&lt;br /&gt;Put the stars in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And give me some butterflies in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me go away from you&lt;br /&gt;Just go away with you&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess I’m dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Help me to breathe my life&lt;br /&gt;Bring me lots of things&lt;br /&gt;yes, you know I need it&lt;br /&gt;Just go away&lt;br /&gt;From this stupidity&lt;br /&gt;From this fucking fatality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xjust-about-mex.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-5219256741850306865?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/5219256741850306865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/5219256741850306865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-confession-by-my-hands-by-my.html' title='One more confession by my hands, by my heart but not by my voice'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-3079641442356075056</id><published>2007-08-26T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T10:13:42.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, for the last dance... Put your body to the dancefloor and your soul with the very hot DJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Please don't get out of my face&lt;br /&gt;Please just give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Baby just come on and dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance under this starry sky&lt;br /&gt;That you'll put in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby give me just one last chance&lt;br /&gt;My last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to blame you&lt;br /&gt;Because the words aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to go away from you&lt;br /&gt;Because the only place where I'll go is with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a bullet in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Even a bullet in my head&lt;br /&gt;Even the words about you that all people say&lt;br /&gt;Won't be able to change our wonderful love&lt;br /&gt;The only one who can is you&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to be so selfish for ending this reign?!&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was your ring, I was your queen&lt;br /&gt;I was the tears and the blood&lt;br /&gt;In the only life you got by yourself&lt;br /&gt;I was...&lt;br /&gt;But what am I now?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know because without you the blood and the tears can't stop to run in streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful reign&lt;br /&gt;It was a fucking wonderful pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave to you my lasts minds&lt;br /&gt;I gave to you my lasts thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I gave to you my lasts words&lt;br /&gt;I gave to you my last hope&lt;br /&gt;I gave to you the key of the end of our reign&lt;br /&gt;Can you give me just on last chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any empire&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you mine&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be still a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Just be your for the very last time (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to blame you&lt;br /&gt;Becsause the words aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to go away from you&lt;br /&gt;Because the only place where I'll go is with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xjust-about-mex.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-3079641442356075056?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3079641442356075056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/3079641442356075056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-dont-get-out-of-my-face-please.html' title='Come on, for the last dance... Put your body to the dancefloor and your soul with the very hot DJ'/><author><name>your sedated heart.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802152224022572353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XE3b2Tp0cA/SLaRmeEDUPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECUGCa7sUn8/S220/P1050671.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121517714889076811.post-1396475479864597333</id><published>2007-08-25T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:15:33.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A life without sex, drugs and alcohol? That would make me wonder if you have ever existed</title><content type='html'>There's a fact&lt;br /&gt;No fact you did&lt;br /&gt;But without fact&lt;br /&gt;My life would be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go away right now&lt;br /&gt;But not away from me&lt;br /&gt;Just away with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the eternity won't change&lt;br /&gt;The futur wins the past&lt;br /&gt;And our eyes loose their ways&lt;br /&gt;Now you can drop yourself &lt;em&gt;(and just by yourself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows stay closed&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still opened&lt;br /&gt;In the light where we are&lt;br /&gt;The dark our enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't draw me in your fall&lt;br /&gt;Your descent isn't for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fact&lt;br /&gt;The fact of our life you did&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing in this fucking emergency&lt;br /&gt;And even the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;won't be able to change this amazing thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music of our world is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;yes, our music is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Our music found Itself&lt;br /&gt;And us,&lt;br /&gt;We just found ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just don't go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;The beginning let to want it&lt;br /&gt;So just don't go back to our start&lt;br /&gt;The futur is waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't find it&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xjust-about-mex.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121517714889076811-1396475479864597333?l=fuckinglord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1396475479864597333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5121517714889076811/posts/default/1396475479864597333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckinglord.blogspot.com/2007/08/theres-fact-no-fact-you-did-but-without.html' title='A life without sex, drugs and alcohol? 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