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mardi 28 octobre 2003 (5 posts)
The lunatic is on the grass
Careful with that axe, Eugene !
One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
You lock the door, throw away the key, there's someone in my head, but it's not me
And I am you and what I see is me.
Love is the shadow that ripen's the wine
I hate fish ! My least-hated, favourite fish, would be sole.
By the grace of god almight, and the pressure of the Market Place, the human race has civilized itself.
The monkey in the corner wrote the lesson in his book
The piano lids comes down, and break his fucking finger
It's a miracle.
What is the hope life of a color TV ?
Is absolute zero cold enough ?
The dream is gone, the child is grown, and I've become comfortably numb.
Year after year, running over the same old ground, what have we found ?
The same old fears.
No tears to cry, no feeling left, the species has amused itself to death
The time is gone, the song is over, I thought I had something more to say

Corsac@21:08:35 (Echoes)

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