Poor Lost JessyJess

encore moi je fais un peu la gueule je crois

voilà une photo de moi quand même

By Nancy Sinatra

sex pistols c'mon everybody

And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain You cunt, I'm not a queer I'll state my case of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full And each and every highway And yet, much more than this I did it my way Regrets I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do I saw it through without exemption I've planned each charted course Each careful step along the highway And more, much more than this I did it my way There were times, I'm sure you knew When there was nothing Fucking else to do But through it all, When there was doubt I shot it up or kicked it out I faced 'em all and the world And did it my way Knocked out in bed last night I've had my fill, my share of losing And now the tears subside I find it all so amusing To think, I killed a cat And might I say not in the gay way Oh no, oh no, not me I did it my way For what is a Brit, What has he got When he wears hats and he cannot Say the things he truly feels But only the words Of one who kneels The record shows, I've got no clothes And did it my way

Un grand classique punk...

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Allongée,

Stagnante.

Decidez d'entamer votre théorie du moindre éffort.

Allanguie,

Un peu perturbée.

Dans l'alcool trouvez votre réconfort.

Manger de la dentelle.

Prenez le temps de vous laisser pousser les cheuveux.

Observez vos pieds,

Et laisser venir à vous toutes sortes de théories.

Faites cuire vos obsessions.

A ébullition,

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Faire mijoter,

refaire bouillir.

Vous endormir.