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Freedom\Beauty\Truth\Love
You can't fool the Children of the Revolution!





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BLOGS
Glitter in Neverland!, by Michael and Peter
Just Another Girl, by Carol
Crazy/Beautiful, by Deede
Cumé quié???, by Gambuthi
Não há lugar como nosso lar, by Marchetti
Vida de Plástico, by Martina
pessimismo em doses homeopáticas, by Pedro Harres
Bloquinho de Notas, by Tietzman
Blog da Tríade, (uuuuuh!! medo)
Blog do Zagaia
CEMITÉRIO DE BLOGS
I'm listening to sad songs, by Brunicos
Carmel na Rússia!
They know that they can dance/At least they know , by Ms. Querolaine
I Dig a Pygmy! by Davi
Bem Vindo à Sicodélia, by Fábio
Frames per second, by Fernando
Fred por Frederico
Synapse, by Henrique
Palavras da Exclusao, by Joao
Mais outro blog, by Pablo
Scatterheart, by Pe
Valton
... Porque Sim Zekinha !! by Vitrola
WHATEVER
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? Entropia - nao leve a internet tao a serio
? Cinestese
? Flashmob Caxias!!!
? Saladestar - a cultura pop revista
? Internet Movie Database
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006
foi a pior noite da minha vida ever.

*** a mãe acordou, sobresaltada. como raramente faz, resolveu checar se a filha estava em casa. e ela não estava. Calma, disse o marido. desgraça a gente sempre fica sabendo logo.
três andares abaixo, na garagem, trancada no carro, ela chorava. chorava muito, e chamava pela mãe. tudo o que ela queria era um abraço. mas não se achou no direito de pegar a bosta do elevador e ir em busca do ninho que havia deixado. não. ridícula, poderia ter tornado tudo muito mais simples, fácil, e nem um pouco trágico. mas não. lá estava ela, arruinando mais uma vez tudo aquilo que lhe era importante. ***
sábado foi a pior noite da minha vida ever.
eu aprendi minha lição e agora quero esquecer e recalcar pra sempre essa noite. estou sem celular. roubaram. em breve voltarei, provavelmente com o mesmo número, mas por enquanto, estou sem. *s*
pelo menos, poli, jorgeeenho e /bombadillo não vão morrer de mofo nas bolas porque trocaram meu pneu e me deram amor, afeto e tesão, e a lu me deu champagne.
Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own -U2.
Tough, you think you've got the stuff You're telling me and anyone You're hard enough
You don't have to put up a fight You don't have to always be right Let me take some of the punches For you tonight
Listen to me now I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror And it's you when I don't pick up the phone Sometimes you can't make it on your own
We fight all the time You and I...that's alright We're the same soul I don't need...I don't need to hear you say That if we weren't so alike You'd like me a whole lot more
Listen to me now I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror And it's you when I don't pick up the phone Sometimes you can't make it on your own
I know that we don't talk I'm sick of it all Can - you - hear - me - when - I - Sing, you're the reason I sing You're the reason why the opera is in me...
Where are we now? I've still got to let you know A house still doesn't make a home Don't leave me here alone...
And it's you when I look in the mirror And it's you that makes it hard to let go Sometimes you can't make it on your own Sometimes you can't make it The best you can do is to fake it Sometimes you can't make it on your own
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