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Daydream spills from my gold head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves. Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candle swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds. The men all played along to marching drums. And boy did they have fun behind the sea. They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks. And we’re all too small to talk to god. Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god. Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs. To us from the dock. 01/02/2009 at 9:59 AM.
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Brendounette & ' Rydounette sur la place . . . . . . de la concorde xD Rien avoir xDD. Une fiic faites par nous deux. Brendounette & ' Rydounette. Vampires il y aura . . . . Laissez une traces de votre passage, attention à la morsure . . elle peut être mortelle! 02/03/2009 at 12:50 PM. 17/05/2009 at 8:38 AM. Subscribe to my blog! Return to the blog of xBloody-meetings. Point de vue de Charlie. H je vais me le faire! Je regarde ma classe, je parcour les nom, m'ouais, on verra bien . . Ha tu dessines aussi?
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Brendounette & ' Rydounette sur la place . . . . . . de la concorde xD Rien avoir xDD. Une fiic faites par nous deux. Brendounette & ' Rydounette. Vampires il y aura . . . . Laissez une traces de votre passage, attention à la morsure . . elle peut être mortelle! 02/03/2009 at 12:50 PM. 17/05/2009 at 8:38 AM. Subscribe to my blog! Return to the blog of xBloody-meetings. Point de vue de Lou. On réveil sonne. - '. Je regarde l'heure il est 7hoo. Hé oui le temps de me préparer hein! Z'avez vu le résultat?
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Daydream spills from my gold head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves. Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candle swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds. The men all played along to marching drums. And boy did they have fun behind the sea. They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks. And we’re all too small to talk to god. Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god. Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs. To us from the dock. 01/02/2009 at 9:59 AM.
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Daydream spills from my gold head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves. Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candle swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds. The men all played along to marching drums. And boy did they have fun behind the sea. They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks. And we’re all too small to talk to god. Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god. Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs. To us from the dock. 01/02/2009 at 9:59 AM.
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Daydream spills from my gold head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves. Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candle swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds. The men all played along to marching drums. And boy did they have fun behind the sea. They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks. And we’re all too small to talk to god. Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god. Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs. To us from the dock. 01/02/2009 at 9:59 AM.
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Daydream spills from my gold head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves. Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candle swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds. The men all played along to marching drums. And boy did they have fun behind the sea. They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks. And we’re all too small to talk to god. Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god. Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs. To us from the dock. 01/02/2009 at 9:59 AM.
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Brendounette & ' Rydounette sur la place . . . . . . de la concorde xD Rien avoir xDD. Une fiic faites par nous deux. Brendounette & ' Rydounette. Vampires il y aura . . . . Laissez une traces de votre passage, attention à la morsure . . elle peut être mortelle! 02/03/2009 at 12:50 PM. 17/05/2009 at 8:38 AM. Subscribe to my blog! Return to the blog of xBloody-meetings. Oint de vue de Charliie:. La pointant du doigt. Retiens bien ce que je t'ai dis. Salut Charlie. Dis pourquoi tu souris? Il me fait rire.
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Daydream spills from my gold head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves. Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candle swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds. The men all played along to marching drums. And boy did they have fun behind the sea. They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks. And we’re all too small to talk to god. Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god. Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs. To us from the dock. 01/02/2009 at 9:59 AM.