What's up Tonton Skol A.K.A L’ambassadeur Du Crime? In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. I keep searching for you between the cushions. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity.
Alors, tu n'as pas participé au Méga Couscous? Ou j'ai loupé un épisode... Nous, nous y étions le soir pour un spectacle de 50 minutes. Bonne continuation!
on est la gros!!! on joue le 21 au point fmr a paname c'est un mercredi on fait le morceau avec toi et izno je te tiens au jus on se capte au quartier. bonne soiree gros!
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