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ma belle nicky a noel

yé don cute mon chien =D avec son bo ti collier clochette de noel XD jsuis accro au animaux =P jai un chat ... 2 chein ... 3 hamster ... pis javais un furet ... :P jvais avoir un autre chien au printemps ... un bouvier bernois son tellement cuuuuuuuuute !! aimer vous les animaux vous ? ;-)

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# Posté le dimanche 17 février 2008 23:31

ma belle minoune a noel

est tellement belle avec son collier ! on dirais quelle a 2 ans ... mais en faite elle a 8 ans xD jladore ^^

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# Posté le dimanche 17 février 2008 23:40

sti de belle photo =O (ses moi qui la prise haha ^^')

ses le gros toutou a ma demi soeur ... stun esti de bon chien ... on dirais un gros loup XD

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# Posté le dimanche 17 février 2008 23:47

moi lété passer ... mon frere pis mon chien

TBN :| jétais bronzé en criss !!! (jtravaillais din fraise) ses sa que sa fais plusieur coup de soleil :P loll mon frere a lair dun mongol la dessus -_-

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# Posté le dimanche 17 février 2008 23:56

mon ptit frere =D

ouais nous dans la famille on a tous les cheveux long <3 mon frere, mon pere et moi (bien sur )

LONG HAIR SO BEAUTIFUL

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# Posté le lundi 18 février 2008 00:08

mes ptite cocotte damour !

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# Posté le lundi 18 février 2008 18:21

hurt--

As through the pipes the waters fell
down to the bottom of the well,
in listless apathy I gazed
at the cold waters ... - as he bathed.

I half beheld that scenery
and its most sensual masculinity.
Yet, disappointment,OH CAN'T YOU SEE?!,
is still the cause and the cardinal symptom
of my sick, sad reality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine,
I'm shyly sipping water ... while he drinks whole jugs of wine.
He likes all kinds of women, and I ...I only HATE ...men.
He marvels at all things new to him ... -
and I only wait ... for all things in this sick world ... to end.

The water pouring down his spine,
caresses his strong physique, oh, so well-defined,
calm like a rock he stands,
oh, behold his beautiful body and soul
a friendly God must have built this man
to an well-balanced whole.

What sad bewilderment this brought,
physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred:
an ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me:
it was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal
of perfect neutrality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine,
I'm shyly sipping water... while he drinks
whole jugs of wine.
He likes all kinds of women,
and I ... I only hate ... men.
He marvels at all things new to him,
and I only wait for all things
in this sick world to end.

I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man,
he never knew or encountered
the hatred and shame that I bare.
The doubt, the cloak of disgust
and the all-devouring dread,
and if I told him about it, he might only
shake his head with kindly amused,
melodious laughter, he then would perhaps
merely smile at my ... oh, so stupid silliness ... and the beast

that is raging inside.