::ariane::
version: i am case sensitive.
and now i'm serene.

::sorrow's native daughter::

i know that you would like me, if only you could see me, if only you could meet me.
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    :: sexta-feira, fevereiro 27, 2004 ::

    Sloppy wet kisses to make up for missing you hehe


    :: ariane 2/27/2004 10:44:00 PM [+] ::
    ...
    humanamente i-m-p-o-s-s-í-v-e-l.


    :: ariane 2/27/2004 08:29:00 PM [+] ::
    ...
    :: quinta-feira, fevereiro 26, 2004 ::
    INCONSTÂNCIA

    Meu buscar busca!
    Mil vezes me transformo
    Me apalpo
    E tateio-te
    E te apanho!
    Anseio-me!
    E a ti, a ti, tu
    Mil vezes tu
    E sempre tu
    Multivia tu
    Nosfusão
    Confusão
    Circunfusa
    Cada vez mais difusa
    Através da
    Ambifusão
    Tu
    Te
    Me!


    :: ariane 2/26/2004 06:42:00 PM [+] ::
    ...
    :: quarta-feira, fevereiro 25, 2004 ::
    Centre glow
    Lights flood over old ground
    Only the brightest stars can show
    For what its worth, for all its worth

    Streets catch breath
    Foxes learn when the best time
    Make escape on a warm summers night
    Drunk on a future that makes you sick

    What have you got to lose?
    She could pick and choose from the boys
    You could have it made, you shone so bright
    Before he made you fade

    She lost her nerve
    For a 60’s moment
    Lights flashing across the dance floor
    Comes to you split second
    Get away, get away, get away

    Got lost in a world of cheap drinks and half smiles
    Weekends you can’t remember
    How could you, how could you end up like this?
    Come on, gather up, you still have time

    Sitting pretty, smile at the driver
    Panic stations, to move up the ladder
    Get sad on brick walls, scuffed shoes
    Got stuck on that one far too long

    Whitened skin, luminous black water
    Hair caught on rocks like an anchor
    There’s a tight grip on the latest fall

    She lost her nerve
    For a 60’s moment
    Lights flashing across the dance floor
    Comes to you split second - Get away, get away, get away, get away



    :: ariane 2/25/2004 12:10:00 AM [+] ::
    ...
    :: terça-feira, fevereiro 24, 2004 ::
    After a long time longe daqui....

    - Mamãe, quero ser leão!

    Isso pode não fazer sentido pra ninguém... mas quem tem que entender isso aqui, entende.
    Love ya, sis =o)


    :: ariane 2/24/2004 11:53:00 PM [+] ::
    ...

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