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  • Sousuke
    Banned
    • 14/12/07
    • 16244

    #7096
    Spensierata.

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    • Kyra
      Disappointed Idealist
      • 24/10/05
      • 22455

      #7097
      Isolato.
      I'm laying down, eating snow
      My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
      On a bed of spider web
      I think of how to change myself

      A lot of hope in a one man tent
      There's no room for innocence
      So take me home before the storm
      Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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      • dark lady
        la viaggiatrice
        • 09/03/05
        • 70446

        #7098
        acuto
        “Io e il mio gatto... siamo due randagi senza nome che non appartengono a nessuno e a cui nessuno appartiene” [cit. Colazione da Tiffany]

        Noi vogliamo cantare l'amor del pericolo, l'abitudine all'energia e alla temerità [cit: Manifesto futurista] .

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        • lady cotard
          vagamente snob
          • 25/07/08
          • 1636

          #7099
          elegante.
          - diana. link. subito.-

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          • Kyra
            Disappointed Idealist
            • 24/10/05
            • 22455

            #7100
            Paperella.
            I'm laying down, eating snow
            My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
            On a bed of spider web
            I think of how to change myself

            A lot of hope in a one man tent
            There's no room for innocence
            So take me home before the storm
            Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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            • lady cotard
              vagamente snob
              • 25/07/08
              • 1636

              #7101


              btw itinerante.
              - diana. link. subito.-

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              • anonima01

                #7102
                Deliziosa

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                • Sousuke
                  Banned
                  • 14/12/07
                  • 16244

                  #7103
                  Irrazionale.

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                  • anonima01

                    #7104
                    Semplicista

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                    • Kyra
                      Disappointed Idealist
                      • 24/10/05
                      • 22455

                      #7105
                      Partita.
                      I'm laying down, eating snow
                      My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                      On a bed of spider web
                      I think of how to change myself

                      A lot of hope in a one man tent
                      There's no room for innocence
                      So take me home before the storm
                      Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                      • anonima01

                        #7106
                        Serpentino
                        ( come le tue domande in pm)

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                        • Kyra
                          Disappointed Idealist
                          • 24/10/05
                          • 22455

                          #7107
                          Diretta.
                          I'm laying down, eating snow
                          My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                          On a bed of spider web
                          I think of how to change myself

                          A lot of hope in a one man tent
                          There's no room for innocence
                          So take me home before the storm
                          Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                          • anonima01

                            #7108
                            Curiosone

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                            • Kyra
                              Disappointed Idealist
                              • 24/10/05
                              • 22455

                              #7109
                              Mercante.
                              I'm laying down, eating snow
                              My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                              On a bed of spider web
                              I think of how to change myself

                              A lot of hope in a one man tent
                              There's no room for innocence
                              So take me home before the storm
                              Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                              • anonima01

                                #7110
                                Contrattatore ( se esiste ) azzardato

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