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Шутник что ли до*уя?!

зато наверно питбуль обожаеш?

Ненавижу лансдэйл!

Кепка "Лонсдейл", толстовка "Фред Перри",
Вишневые "Мартенс", рубашка "Барберри",
Ливайсы, носки от "Ламбретты" до кучи:
Неплохо оделся, да только я круче!!!

Я выбираю спортштаны и "Стоунайленд"!
© з. о.

Ктото бредит не по теме хД

You know what's next for Eddie as he dives behind a pillar,
Looking back on his motorcycle,
Oh too late for Eddie.
Turning around to face the cackle behind him

With a heart as black as coffee he smashed into John and Betty,
Screaming, "No one will ever love you!"
Too late for John and Betty,
And the realisation hit them like a fist,
Like this.

Under shadow of the chapel he saw Jimmy run for cover, And pushing down on the accelerator,
Oh too late for Jimmy,
Ducking down as the young man flew over the bonnet.

On a night of weddings he decides to change the setting,
And as he feels himself start to sicken,
Oh too late for Jimmy,
Adjusts his goggles as the fog begins to thicken.

Outside a Train roars, the clatter is deafening
Louder than everything, drowns what you were saying
And the Boys get on the back of that train
Their clamour is deafening, It is louder than everything
And they accept no warning
And me in my brilliant red shirt
And my shirt hangs open at the neck
The Train is always passing through
Male passengers turn their heads, following the passage
of a beautiful Ducchess running from carriage to carriage
And it ploughs through the city, and everyone rides the Train
It ploughs a primal instinct to rail against better sense
The Train is always passing through
And me in my bloodstained shirt, my body hangs open at the neck
It is always passing through, through me
The bodies on the back of the train they stink of greedy sex
Leave a trail of instinct and roses and things

Sheena's ambition sneers at your routine,
And behind that glass she sits, cold.
If Sheena was buried no one would care,
She hates everyone she knows (no one)

Send her back to the sea they cried,
But Sheena spat bile til they let her lie.
She claims she's working for the Lord,
But you know what she's looking for.

Sheena is a champion of self-reliance
As soon as she needs it
She knows just where the knife is.
Her fingers aren't so fast anymore,
It's been 29 years since she came to these shores

All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lined up and labelled in neat little packets
The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about
I'll think twice before I pick it up this time
Since I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged to
And I'll twice before I pick it up this time
I thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to
The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it
And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage
Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crush imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body... and I couldn't take it any more, I said, I've got to go, I've got to get out of here, and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go..

Today I found a baby's glove
Lying on the drainage board so still
Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman
The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..and I...Now I have my own private collection

Tally tally.

Oh yeah,

if you try to deceive me
I fell it burn in my hand.
Now watch the numbers run to me as
I count them in fives

Oh yeah,
another number confronts me
and I force it to divide.
The first time with someone holding my hand. The second, me holding it out.

Oh yeah,
if you give me too many
I will multiply.
Force too many into my hand and
I will not comprehend.

Irrespective of the subject
I will make it apply,
no matter what the object
I will count in fives,
just tell me the location
I will stand outside...

"Count In Fives"

Count
Yeah I count in fives.
I do it everytime.
And If another number confronts me
I will cut you in half.

А ты наверное из тех кто верит в стереотип что если фп крокодил лансдэйл бш и тд это значит хулс!иди гуляй лучше!

ты ещё забыл написать о таких фирма как Бэн Шерман, Лонсдейл...это ведь в ту же степь

Не тогда лучше в нижнем белье хД

да пусть голыми ходят

Агитируем эмарей одеваться на кэжлс!

Кэжл не обязательно хулс!

мамин ежик эмофан получаетсо хДД

Ну а че ж ты так не ходишь?!

КЕДЫ С ТРЕНИКАМИ — ЧЕМ НЕ ЭМО!?????????????

Белая рубашка joop с коротким рукавом, кардиган fred perry, узкие узкие синие джинсы,слипы lacoste и сумка адик, прошлогодней модели!чен не эма кэжл!

Ладно пока пойду спать

ЯСЕН ХУЙ, ОПЛАКИВАЕМ РАЗБИТЫЕ ЁБЛА СЛАБОВОЛЬНЫХ ЩЕНКОВ ТВОЕГО УРОВНЯ.

Знаешь вот я понимаю почему такие как ты орут в чате потому что на улице они сопят в платочек

"JUST DO IT" так реально нуу

ДА НУ ТЫ ЧЁ, АДИДАС — ЭТО ПОЦАНСКАЯ ТЕМА.
"НАГАНО ЛЮБИТ АДИДАС, ЦЕНИТ АДИДАС."

ТЫ ЕЩЁ НЕ ПОНЯЛ, ПОЧЕМУ ТАКИМИ КАК ТЫ МОЁ СЛОВО НЕ ОБСУЖДАЕТСЯDBSIMPLE_ERROR_NO_VALUE

Слышь выходной заткнись уже

аха, с бирочкой вместо "Аdidas" — "SAPIBA"

ХУЙНЯ ОТСОСНАЯ ДЛЯ ТЕРПИЛ. НОСИТЕ КОСТЮМЫ (ОБЯЗАТЕЛЬНО СПОРТИВНЫЕ) И БУДЬТЕ БОЛЕЕ ЧЁТКИМИ.

Быдлогорск

А ты где территориально

Серьезней не куда, тут все они жирные такие эти америкосы... фууу бля! ненавижу

Чего!шутишDBSIMPLE_ERROR_NO_VALUE 0_0

Какая разницаDBSIMPLE_ERROR_NO_VALUE Вот сейчас сижу в ахрененном М.О.Л.Е. возле WC, надушилась бесплатно этим
синеньким из отдела PERFUME и жду когда освободица хдд

Мля я про одежду имел ввиду *валяюсь* парфюм у меня один!

Фу! Они ванючие, как "Красная Москва", это бабе Нюре тыры-пыры, нада

Не, лучше темно-синий и красный брэнд!или вобще белая и черный!

Ralph Lauren — голубенький такой еще ничЁ