I’ve got no words, only pictures, only images of thoughts, and no words.
But these ain’t no words. These are what minds call tricks, what adults call lies, what I call.. beauty?
Beauty in all these contradictions, in our capacity of escaping reality, of making another one of our own. Call us cowards, call us weak, I’ll call you all dumb, and i’ll give you my hand.. just so you could make my reality yours.. and maybe someday make yours mine.
11.17.07 / 6
3andi dbayeb
ya ma7leh ya ma7leh
Ganoushou ,5achmou weteh
barra chouf 3younou
barra chouf 3younou
barra9a men kothr thkeh
(:o]
11.18.07 / 2
T’arrete de pourrir mon blog toi?
On s’en fout de ton petit copain ici.
hayya 5oudh bousa et casse toi :)
11.19.07 / 12
Do do do
de Da da da
that’s all I want to say to you :)
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MaNeL en mode pourriture de blog ;o)
allez promis j’arrete!!
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