Les Vacs Vaks Vaques...

Les Vacs Vaks Vaques...
Wai Bah Sa Fait 3 Jours K'on Est En Vacances && Vs M'mankez Ts Déja Trop !! Putain Koment On A Trop Pleuré Après Les Buttes ! xD
&& Pis Le Train Pr Poudlard Ac Clarounette Etienne && Marguerite xD Rhalala Tt Les Déliires K'on A Ts Eu... Sa Va Me Manker ! Serieu Cette Année C'était Trop Une Bete D'année (A Part Pr Kelke Trucs... ='( )
J'vs Aime Trop ♥
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# Posté le dimanche 28 juin 2009 12:57

Modifié le jeudi 02 juillet 2009 07:40

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Juste Une Foto D'moi... Kom sa... =P



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# Posté le vendredi 19 juin 2009 11:57

Teen Hearts Beating Faster by Panic At The Disco

Rhalala Je SURKIFFE Cette Chanson ♥
Comme toutes les chansons mais bon... =P

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# Posté le dimanche 14 juin 2009 15:15

Ma Clarounette D'Amour De La Viie Ke Je SURKIFFE De La Viieuh ♥

Ma Clarounette D'Amour De La Viie Ke Je SURKIFFE De La Viieuh ♥
Trop sympa, trop marrante, trop belle (insanely hot), ki sais toujours koi faire kan j'vais mal, rassurante, ac ki on s'ennuit jamais, complètement tarée, && bla bla bla =

CLARA

J'te SURKIFFE de la viie ma tite gamelleuse-de-tabouret-trop-maladroite-ki-m'fout-des-yeux-o-beurre-noir
hihi =P

Rhalala... tous nos déliires k'on a eu =D

"Oh non ! Ils z'on encore augmenté le prix des Dragibus !! C'est vraiment la crise !"

"Sale porc !" && "Oh, t'a vu le cochon passer là ! En même temps, tu pouvais pas l'râter vu comment il était gros !" *

Et L'arbre A Saucisson hihi =P
P.J, sorry this is is CENSORED !

Mr Patate de Smallville "I'm no superman...la la la"

"Joseph, Rodolphe, on a un truc TROP WOW à vous dire... **rire** mais on arrive pas !! C'est trop putain d'marrant (bla bla bla, 3 stations de métro apré)... PIPI CACA !! ** on s'pète de rire"

Jay && Rodo : "Ah. Euh... Ok... C'est... euh... marrant"

Rhalala on est trop des tarrées et on s'éclate trop =D

Michel - toi, Michel - toi, Michel - toi & JosEPH !! xD

En plus on est trop des télépathes en plus !! && notre magnifike Crouple ac Hasnouch, A*******, toi &&... MOI !!

"J'paris k'vous savez déchirer un CD !!" Mouahaha

On s'konais depui preske 2 ans et ça va durer encore longtemps, (sa rime en plus hihi, henhen), donc vu tt les déliires j'ai un peu la flemme hihi =P

"Jean-Louis, c'est koi ton animal préféré ?"
"Moi ? Le Stroumph duh ! Kestucroi ?"

"He's maybe not as fat as a horse but he's a Jackass !"
"Merde j'ai épuisé mon stock de mouchoirs..."

"Oh really ? Are you fucking me up ?" xD

You Can't Hurry Love, Whatever I like, I Love Rock'n'Roll, Fuck It I Don't Want You Back ♥♥ Oh, and by the way, what is a "hoe" ?? This is a real question and you're supposed to answere it...

SEX, DRUGS, && ROCK'N'ROLL !!
BLOOD, SEX, && BOOZE !!

T'rappel sinon kan on r'gardait Leo "marcher" comme un poulet vers Jay, Michel, etc...
"Nan mais il a un problème ce gars" xD
Ma Clarounette t'es insanely hilarious !! xDD

En gros j'taiime, j'tadore, j'te SURKIF-oups-FE de la viie ! T'es la meilleure Meilleure Amie k'on puisse avoir =) Toujours là pour moi, (oh mais c'est bon calme toi), et tu sais toujours koi dire ♥

I LOVE YOU MY BEST FRIEND ♥
I LOVE YOU MY GIRLFRIEND ♥
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# Posté le vendredi 12 juin 2009 14:23

Ma Choupinounette D'Amour De La Viieuh ♥

Ma Choupinounette D'Amour De La Viieuh ♥
C. ool =)
A. *******
R. halala J'tadooore !! ♥
M. arrante tout court =P
E. rotikement marrante
L. a viie sans toi c'est nuuul ♥

T'es trop une fille géniale, déja =) Trop kool, trop belle, trop sympa, trop marrante, trop délirante !! J'kiffe trop passer du temps ac toi ma PDette =P Rhalala le bain d'minuit, nos excurscions dans la cave à 2h du mat, le pot de nutella, le Wouf, le Choufleur Mariné, la tenue de fête, etc... =D && le samedi soir :

"Carmel ?"
"Ouais"
"Si t'étais detective tu s'rais nul"
"Pk ?"
"Paske logikement si j'ai la tête penchée du côté droit les larmes couleront pas du côté gauche"

En fait j'ai passer ke des bons moments ac toi =) On devrais serieusement inventer la Machine A Remonter Le Temps =P C'est le remède à tout, t'rappel ? Mais juste pour nous =P Ca m'fais penser à un truc sa :

"C'est vrais k'ils sont beaux. Fais sa pour voir. Ah ouais y sont bien fermes, chui jalouse ! Tu montre pas sa a José hein !"

Y'a tellement de trucs à écrire en fait !...
... Pata pata pata pon !... hihi =) C'est trooop chou !!

Sinon le 1er soir, après l'evenement "dramatik" =P (on s'comprend) :

"Merde, Mona aide moir j'trouve pa le ****" xD Et le Samu, "euh, on ouvre la porte komen ??"
Rhalala ma choupinounette d'amour de la viie, tous les déliiiires k'on a !
"Eh mais... Pk tu lui sens le trou du Q ??"
"Embrasse moi les pieds !" && pis les culottes Garfield, Grominet, && Mickey ♥

"Nan mais sa c'est pas pour moi"
"Nan moi non plus..."
"Euh... si"

Bon allez j'arrête...

Ah nan, j'allais oublier... j'ai un truc trop croustillant à te dire, un truc ke j't'ai jamais dis...
"TU SENS MON DEO A******* !!"

En gros, t'es une de mes meilleures amies, t'es inoubliable && irremplaçable ! && maintenant à chake fois ke j'mangerais une Waffine j'penserais à toi ♥
Ah ouais && je SURKIFFE chez toi && ta famille =)
Allez, Bon Ménage William ! =P

Gros Bisou Ventouse
J'taime && J'tadore ma Carmelita préférée ♥♥♥

P.-S.: Je sais k'on est au tel là, mais bon, devine ske j'écoute =P (chui trp conne mé ta labitude)




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# Posté le mercredi 10 juin 2009 12:31

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J'aime Trop Cette Photo ♥

Carmelita

&&

Moi
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# Posté le dimanche 10 mai 2009 14:03

Modifié le mardi 12 mai 2009 12:49

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# Posté le mardi 05 mai 2009 15:35

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# Posté le jeudi 30 avril 2009 15:45

Modifié le dimanche 10 mai 2009 13:46

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A trail of dark dreams slithered out of her mouth,
Watching me from the corner of her eye,
Waiting for something.
A clock ticked out of nowhere,
Breaking the dead silence.
She shuddered and dropped a kiss on my wet cheek.
Sorrow flooded her intense gaze.
Agony shot up my crumpled heart.
The wind blew into her hair,
Lifting it like a old vale of paited cobwebs.
She wimped and dropped on her knees.
She grinned and hummed a deep sad tune.
She spat out her sickness.
Smiled her anger away,
And looked up at me.

I cried memories of lost love,
The thick warm air weighing on my shoulders,
Clinging on to dear life,
Waiting for hope,
Waiting for light.
She grabbed my ankle,
Pulling me down deep,
Into the burning waters,
And deadly fires,
Of a new war after a broken life.
I screamed silently,
Blinded by a new feeling,
Eaten up by a new face.
I closed my eyes and roared.

Her grip loosened.
She dropped to the floor,
One last shadow crossing her pure wet eyes,
As her innocent soul left.
The creamy moon laughing histaricaly into my face.
Histaricaly. Wickedly. Into my lost face,
Threatening my already damned spirit.
They killed me that night.
Even as I walked the empty streets,
I felt my heart dry up, go down.
I wistled.
I cried.
I spat.

I died.






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# Posté le mardi 31 mars 2009 12:36

MARRY ME DEATH

I wrote this story for History in English - and had a 20 out of 20 ! =P I love showing off ! It had to be about the plague. So here it is.

MARRY ME DEATH



Saturday, August 1348

I quickly chased the chicken to pick up the eggs before William came back. He'd beat me if I hadn't finished everything I had to do. I put the eggs on the big wooden chest and ran out to the nearest well. Three people were queuing up before me. “Oh Mary, Mary ! Hurry up !” I thought. The church bell rang. Eight. I dropped my bucket and ran out to the neighbours, Claramunda and George. Claramunda was taking care of Ann and Joseph, my children. I was supposed to pick them up at ten-to ! And William would be back any minute now ! Oh dear ! Oh dear !
I was just about to reach Claramunda's house when I saw George ! He didn't know my children were at his house ! But the worst was that William was with him ! I ran even faster to the house, trying not to be seen. Claramunda pushed Ann and Joseph towards me . I rummaged for some money in my dress pocket but she just shook her head. “Later !” she whispered as William and George's voices drew closer. I picked up Joseph and took Ann by the hand. We crouched behind the only chair in the house. George came in and sat on it. Claramunda took his hand and tried to take him out so we could get back home.
“Darling, do come with me. Let us watch the sun go down for I have something to tell thee”
“Nonsense” he started.
“Please...!”
He reluctantly took her hand and followed her. We ran out. Though we were neighbours we didn't actually live that close. It was just that her house was apart from the village. I knew all the shortcuts to our house and William didn't – well, not as far as I knew. We took the shortest shortcut. On the way we met Red Head Peter, who was always looking for a job so he could marry the beautiful Claire. I took out 1d from my pocket and handed it to him.
“Fetch me a bucket of water and deliver it to my house at exactly... NOW ! Please...” He ran off to the closest well.
We arrived just in time for William was on our lane. But luckily, he had stopped to talk with James the butcher. We sneaked into the house and suprise ! suprise ! The bucket of water was already on the doorstep ! I took it in and commanded Ann to put the water in a pot and the eggs in the pot and the lot on the fire. I heard some footsteps at the entrance and a quick “Goodbye dear James !”. I looked up and saw William.
When we married, each time I looked at him I saw a perfect young man : good, handsome, generous, and loving. But now, each time I looked at him, I couldn't see his spirit, I just looked through him. It was like “we can't see the forest for the trees”
Anyway, he came in and sat on the only comfortable chair in the house. His chair.
We ate and put the children to bed. As I hugged Ann goodnight, I noticed a bump under one of her armpits. I didn't say anything but – to tell the truth – I worried all evening.
That night was Saturday night – august 1348 to be more precise – and on Sunday was the Lord's day, a day of rest. So every Saturday we went out. I usually went to Alice's house, the butcher's wife, and William went to spend all the money he had earned on coaffing ale with his friends.
On our way we saw a group of people – well, most of the village really – standing around something or someone. We pushed through and saw Oliver the traveller. He always brought news from London.
“Dear friends ! I have very bad news from London. A terrible disease is spreading through England as fast as the king's mare runs from the wolf ! Beware my friends, for the Black Death will all reach us one day ! God is punishing us ! We should find the witch or wizard who has cast a spell on us !” He said.
“How should we now when we catch it ?” someone cried out. “Describe in to us !”
“It will...”
William grabbed my arm and dragged me away.
“Fairy stories ! Go to James woman now !”
I ran to Alice's. I told her everything : the bump in Ann's armpit, the Black Death, everything. She listened without interrupting. When I finished she took her dress off and showed me : there was a big red bump between her legs and one under her armpit. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.
“Oh dear ! What do you think this is ?”
She knew. But she just stared at her feet. Empty gaze, already dead...
She didn't speak a word of all evening. I tried to comfort her but it was no use.
I went back home and slipped into bed. Though Joseph and Ann were keeping me warm I shook. I shook with fear. There was no way I could sleep ; the thought of Ann's and Alice's bumps and the plague kept me awake.
An hour or so later William was back. As he lay in bed, snoring heavily, I could feel bumps on his body, in the same places as Alice. What happened next hadn't happened to me for a long time. I felt the skin around my mouth stretch around my mouth to form a wicked grin. At least I had a pleasant feeling in the middle of all those horrible ones : joy.

Monday, August 1348

I woke up with a terrible feeling and the sour smell of blood filling my nostrils. William wasn't in bed anymore. I woke my children up and went out. Yesterday had been a catastrophe but today was worse. Half the village was standing outside my house, in a line. Some of the women and children were crying. A horse was pulling a carriage. In it was a couple of bodies. I couldn't recognise them from where I was. I ran over to an old man – about forty years old – standing in the line and asked him who had died.
“My little young lady, I am afraid it is thine husband and...”
I didn't let him finish, which was a big mistake. I rushed to Alice's shop laughing like an idiot. Closed. I went to her house. I knocked. No answer. Her only daughter – Margot – was lying in the middle of the room, her head on a pig's belly. She was staring at me. No, through me. There was no more life in her eyes. Her soul had left to the horizon. The girl was naked. I noticed a bump between her plump little legs. A trail of her saliva was coming out of her open mouth, running down her chin and dropping onto her belly. She was bathed in vomit and blood.
Pity stung my heart. But she wasn't the only victim and there wasn't any point mourning for someone so insignificant to me.
I ran back to the “funerals”. I looked for Alice but she was nowhere to be seen. I spotted Alice's sister, Juliette. Tears were flooding her pink cheeks. I ran over to her.
“Alice ! Oh Alice !” she sobbed. Then the terrible truth struck me. In the carriage, next to my dead husband, was my friend's body. I followed the carriage. It stopped in front of a gigantic heap of corpses. Four men came down from the carriage and threw the two bodies into the pile of dead meat. Tears started running down my cheeks.
“What dost thou think thou dost ?!” I screamed. “Can't thou offer them a decent home so that their spirits may find peace ?!”
“Sorry ma'am but there be no more room in the cemetery or in the graveyard near the church because of the Black Death. Beware of buboes !”
I had to be strong to save my Ann and protect my little Joseph. I went back home. Ann was on her knees, puking like the Devil himself. I ran over to her, patted her back and gave her water. When she'd finally stopped I took her to the apothecary. He wrote me a potion for curing Ann. I dropped my gaze.
“I'm sorry, I can't read” I felt so embarrassed. But he understood and told me. I had but little time so I gave him all the money I had on me – 14d – and promised him more. He made Ann sit on a chair and applied a peculiar mixture to her bumps. Then he took frogs and put them on the buboes. They all burst in an explosion of gut-sparks, but not the buboes. In the end he took me apart and slowly shook his head. I screamed. He tried to hush me but it was no use. I picked my children up and ran out. I hugged them tight. But I could see Ann was in agony. She groaned and rolled on the floor. Every now and then she let out a scream. I couldn't bare it anymore. I didn't want her to suffer. But there was no cure for her. Whatever happened she'd die anyway. All I could do now was offer her a quick and painless death.
I left Joseph at home and took my young Ann to a field.
“Twill be but brief darling. I promise. Thou won't feel nothing anymore. No more pain. I love thee darling...”
“I love thee too mother” she choked.
I kissed her wet cheek.
A lot of people had left their lives here, and with them, their tools for harvesting. I took a sickle and with a scream of love and despair, I let it drop on her thin soft neck. Her beautiful little head fell to the floor. Her body dropped on it's knees as if in prayer. Blood poured from everywhere. I screamed and cried and hugged my lifeless daughter.
Then I finally calmed down. I lay there next to my darling Ann looking at the setting sun, taking with him the soul of my offspring. After a moment the stink of blood and death started floating in the air. I stood up and took the two separate parts of the corpse and carried them out of the village. There was no way I was leaving her on the heap of dead meat. After and hour or so I managed to light a fire. When the flames were high enough I stood up and sobbed a prayer to God who had taken MY Ann away from me. No-one else's. Not William's, not God's. Mine.
I cried some more then threw the body into the fire. Then I kissed Ann's forehead and threw the head in.
“What art thou doing !”
I span round and saw Red Head Peter running off towards the village. He looked quite funny because of his buboes forcing him to run with his arms and legs apart. But I wasn't in a mood for laughing.
I let my beautiful Ann's body burn and ran back to the village to pick up Joseph. I was too late. As I drew closer to my house, all the people left from the village closed in on me with their sickles and forks. Two men stepped out of the crowd of furious people. One was George, Claramunda's husband and the other one was Michael, the baker. They grabbed me and dragged me to James, Alice's widower. I tried to wriggle free but they was no way I could escape. I screamed that I hadn't committed murder or practised witchcraft, that I had only killed the Black Death and that I had a son to take care of. But a all they said was :
“Well, next time thou willst think about it !”
“There will be no next time !” someone chuckled, and they all laughed wickidely. I started crying and screaming. I couldn't control myself anymore. I had killed my daughter and knew I would be a witch and would be burnt alive. If I drowned I wasn't a witched. But I was dead. So in any case I would die. Dirty deal.
George made a few jokes to witch everyone leaughed except me. Then James pushed me over the bridge.
I closed my eyes and waited for what seemed to be a lifetime. At last I felt my feet slip into the cold water followed by my whole body. There was a loud splash as my head hit the water. I held my breath. I wanted to let the river carry me further away so I could resurface somewhere else and run away with my little Joseph before we caught the plague. But the chain was dragging me down deep and my survuval instinct and the lack of air forced me to wriggle mi legs. I couldn't swim but I somehow managed to reach the surface. I breathed in deeply. Someone caught me by my collar and pulled me over to the river bank. I was hauled up on the ground. I closed my eyes. I could hear the village people screaming “Witch ! Witch !” Then someone untied me and put my arms and legs around a stick and tied them up again. I opened my eyes. I was upside down and carried on a long stick, like a little pig !
I thought about Ann and Alice and started crying again. All I had left now was my four years old Joseph.
When we arrived to the village they untied me again and lashed me to the stake. George came to light the fire. Then Joseph appeared. I screamed and cried. He would soon be alone. Then I saw the apothecary. I shouted to him to take care of my son, that he could have my house, my chicken and my goat.
“I swear I will Mary ! I swear !”
Then Joseph opened his mouth and these were the last words I ever heard “I love thee mother !” he cried.
“I love thee too my son !”
Pain shot up my legs. I screamed as the flames came licking my face. I was now blind, deaf, but not dumb. I sceamed until the heat wrapped my throat and turned it to ash. The last thing I thought of was “Joseph” as I – Hello Ann...

THE END
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# Posté le vendredi 06 mars 2009 12:14