Et en plus Didi il est beau et toc !
Méchant !

Mais c´est pas la première fois en plus.

ah ok je suis touche car tu dis que adiom est beau
...

J´ai pas demandé ton sentiment éprouvé à ce moment.

Les gouts et les couleurs ne se discutent pas.

Quoique...

Il est 10h du mat´ chez vous ?
Ici on est déjà l´après-midi...

I´m the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of

Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there´s nothing wrong with me
This is how I´m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don´t believe in me

Get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
A living room on my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And mary jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else´s cocaine

And there´s nothing wrong with me
This is how I´m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don´t believe in me

{Part II: City of the damned}

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone´s heart
Doesn´t beat the same
It´s beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
Noone really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn´t say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really careless

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
Noone really seems to careeeeee
HEY!

{Part III: I don´t care}

I don´t care if you don´t
I don´t care if you don´t
I don´t care if you don´t care X5
I don´t careeeeeeeeee

Everyone´s so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe
And it don´t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don´t believe
And I don´t care!
I don´t care!

{Part IV: Dearly beloved}

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can´t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that´s in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody´s perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that´s my best excuse

Part V: Tales of Another Broken Home

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe

And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don´t exist

So I run
I run away

The light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don´t feel any shame
I won´t apologize
When there ain´t nowhere you can go

Running away from pain
When you´ve been victimized
Tales from another broken HOME

You´re leaving...
You´re leaving...
You´re leaving...
Ah you´re leaving home

J´y gooooo au revoir les nains.

nikki007 Posté le 18 mars 2006 à 10:05:58 Avertir un administrateur à propos de ce message !
Il est 10h du mat´ chez vous ?
Ici on est déjà l´après-midi...

I´m the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of

Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there´s nothing wrong with me
This is how I´m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don´t believe in me

Get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
A living room on my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And mary jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else´s cocaine

And there´s nothing wrong with me
This is how I´m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don´t believe in me

{Part II: City of the damned}

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone´s heart
Doesn´t beat the same
It´s beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
Noone really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn´t say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really careless

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
Noone really seems to careeeeee
HEY!

{Part III: I don´t care}

I don´t care if you don´t
I don´t care if you don´t
I don´t care if you don´t care X5
I don´t careeeeeeeeee

Everyone´s so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe
And it don´t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don´t believe
And I don´t care!
I don´t care!

{Part IV: Dearly beloved}

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can´t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that´s in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody´s perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that´s my best excuse

Part V: Tales of Another Broken Home

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe

And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don´t exist

So I run
I run away

The light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don´t feel any shame
I won´t apologize
When there ain´t nowhere you can go

Running away from pain
When you´ve been victimized
Tales from another broken HOME

You´re leaving...
You´re leaving...
You´re leaving...
Ah you´re leaving home

De quoi augmenter tes statistiques personnelles lol

t´etais obligee de flooder?
j´vais pas tarder a m´absenter pendant quelquesm inutes

je comprend rien a leur nouveau systeme de qualifs là, pourquoi schumi est si loin avec le temps qu´il a fait ?

flo7713 Posté le 18 mars 2006 à 08:07:23 Avertir un administrateur à propos de ce message !
a tous
gomazou Posté le 17 mars 2006 à 22:27:03

désolé, mais je devrais eteindre mon ordinateur.

AIE
Il fallait dire MUST a la place de SHOULD

must c´est quand un truc peut se produire!

MUST => Devoir
Exemple => I must clean my room!

flo7713 Posté le 18 mars 2006 à 09:58:13 Avertir un administrateur à propos de ce message !
ah ok je suis touche car tu dis que adiom est beau

--> Soit pas jaloux

https://www.jeuxvideo.com/forums/1-4662-9579117-1-0-1-0-0.htm
Je fête mes 1an

Pour la peine, je refais peter le pseudo

non mais y´a un bug là sur project yoshi ou quoi ?
j´ai a peu près 20-25 défaites d´affilée la, meme contre des gars qui ont 40 XP de moins

20defaites sans une victoire?

ah enfin une victoire

adiom Posté le 18 mars 2006 à 12:12:21

flo7713 Posté le 18 mars 2006 à 09:58:13 Avertir un administrateur à propos de ce message !
ah ok je suis touche car tu dis que adiom est beau

--> Soit pas jaloux

je suis pas jaloux, je suis deja assez beau

super_benj Posté le 18 mars 2006 à 13:53:28

Pour la peine, je refais peter le pseudo

pour combien de temps

aujourd´hui
3 victoires, 2 defaites

Je viens de gagner 2000pièces chez peach
J´en profite pour faire plein de coupe champignon