September 2011
9 posts
Eaian
Comishtá?
FUMANDO QUE NEM UMA PUTONA.
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Eram três bixinhas.
Beeeeem bunitinhas até, mas
TODAX PASSIVAX.
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fixação ridícula.
Hard to be sure…
Sometimes I feel so insecure
and love is so distant and obscure
remains the cure….
August 2011
11 posts
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That boy is a monsteeeer
He ate my heart
(I love that grrrl)
He ate my heart
(wanna talk to her, she’s hot as hell)
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When I was young, I never needed anyone… And making love was just for fun… Those days are gone. Living alone, I think of all the friends I’ve known… When I dial the telephone Nobody’s home
All byyyyy myyyyyyyyyyself Don’t wanna be; All byyyyy myyyyyyyyyyyyself Anymooooooore…
GRÅOS
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Nobody is business if I walk, talk, make love, sing, but i’m able to love.
June 2011
3 posts
You gotta walk on SUPER HIGH HEELS. Good luck.
É engraçado começar alguma coisa inútil, não preciso nem explicar porque.
Mas nesse momento faz sentido por isso vou deixar fluir…