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Coke & Sun

Sep. 18th, 2008 | 02:16 am
mood: nostalgicnostalgic

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как Sea & Sun только по скромнее :P
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Fallen Empire

Apr. 19th, 2008 | 01:39 am
location: Home Sweet Home
mood: calmcalm
music: sonnambulismo


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прогулки по меа шеарим

Oct. 15th, 2007 | 03:54 am
location: home
mood: tiredtired
music: elvis - a little less conversation

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эксперименты на кухне

Oct. 9th, 2007 | 02:59 am
mood: artisticartistic
music: Stone temple pilots

киш с козьем сыром, шери и пэсто.
Есть можно, но возни много... :)

P.S.
я официально схожу с ума
как фотку под кат поставить??

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שנה טובה

Sep. 12th, 2007 | 04:41 am

שנה טובה

hebrews and shebrews - happy new year! :)

שנה טובה חברים

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Check this Fucking Shit out - this is pure gold

Sep. 7th, 2007 | 05:51 pm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6gosoh_c_8

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Overdose

Sep. 5th, 2007 | 04:51 am

We both are sick.
Hope in small doses, day after day hinted by chance
reassurance of your state - this is the real overdose.
Every night going to sleep with a fake smile, hoping to
cheer myself up. Trully frustrated by all means, sick and
tired and simply tired and simple sick. The days are
endless. I count the hours and the minuts, each and every
one of them seems like an eternity. But in the evening we
light a cigarette together. Smoke covers our eyes, I guess
we're shamed. Despair rules our tired and yet almost honest
conversation. The Café is closing and the waiters are
looking nervously at the big clock on the wall, hoping we
get the hint. "Check please". We walk home, same path
everyday. A tired and almost honest hug and a promiss to
meet again tomorrow parts us for the night. Another fake
smile and Im fast to sleep. Please, don't give me no more
hope. I cannot wait forever. My logic tells me there's not
chance, but the heart has a will of his own. A deadly
overdose of hope, eventually kills. We are both sick, but
none of us ponders about youthonasia. I feel rather dumb.
You're the jem on my crown of golden routine of despair.
Hope in small doses is the real overdose.

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Dont cry baby, Champions never cry!

Jun. 22nd, 2007 | 04:21 pm

Don't cry baby, Champions never cry.

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יזכור עם ישראל את בניו

Apr. 23rd, 2007 | 06:26 am

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Shopping

Feb. 5th, 2007 | 03:24 am
mood: rushedrushed

Shopping

не люблю покупки.

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