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Simone Simons

holaa
coo tan
jejejejjejeje
oi dia me dio atake de risa con un viejo en la consulta medica..
es ke estaba esperando ke mi mama saliera de aserse radiografias, y un viejo estaba detras de mi
y se afirmo de mi silla
me dio miedo .oo., y empeso a golpiarla con los dedos y a aser arto ruido
io no sabia ke onda
pro taba afirmado
me empese a reir despz no se keria sentar, y taba kgao de la risa, el viejo era coo iperactivo, nodejaba de mover alguna parte de su cuerpo, y se sento al frente mio, ke miedo!, y empeso a mover la pata como si fuera un ventilador, y io taba leyendo un libro
.....O___O, viejo wn, me desconsentraba...y despz me miro feo, no podia dejar de reirme, ademas cuando me reia, una niña se reiaa fuerte, una cabra chica ¬¬....y io decidi algo...arrancarmee!!! xDDD
fui a leer a otro lao xDDDD....
al final iego mi mama
y too volvio a la normalidad
despz fuimos al mall, vi unas parcas pa mi, lastima ke no abia plata, jejejeje, aunke nisikera me gusta mirar ropa, solo ke demostre interes pa ke no me retaran...xD
en fin
pondre una cancion

[»Playing] Catastrophe - Grendel
Within the wreckage - Lying behind the rusted door
The pleasures so cold - The pleasures so cold
Under the leaches - Blood so red, it starts to fall
The method so old - The methold so old
Within the closet - Child in need scratches and brawls
It's parents are gone - It's parents are gone
Outside the wind blows - Cry havoc in the darkend halls
No one hears their call - No one hears their call
From nation to nation- The same stories told
Catastrophe
From ages to ages - The cruelty in souls
Catastrophe
Under the lampshade - Scratching into her fragile skull
The flesh, it's all gone - The flesh, it's all gone
Beneath the brown soil - Murder rots in covered holes
The millions are cold - The millions are cold
Within the damp cell - Man hangs from bloody cords
He couldn't have more - He couldn't have more
Behind the station - Virus takes it's deadly toll
The needle was old - The needle was old
From nation to nation- The same stories told
Catastrophe
From ages to ages - The cruelty in souls
Catastrophe
Don't cry my child
This is the end

weno
adios
ke ten bn *-*
[†] die künst des selbstmørds