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Ceiling

Now what the hell are you waitin for...?

Thang cause I just hit me a lick
I got a fat sack and a superfly chick
There ain't nothing you can say to a playa
Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air
That’s right she’s full grown settin the wrong tone
Im diggin the energy and im lovin the o-zone
So fly like a dove so fly like a raven
Quick to politic with some fly conversation
In a natural mood then im a natural dude
And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool
She like my sexy-cool mama with blades on her berata
Rockin' Dolce Gabbana with highdrows and an igwana


You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Sugar how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?


You know its leather when we ride
Wood grain and raw hide
Doing what we do, watching screens getting high
Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns
You was there when the money was gone
You’ll be there when the money comes

You know its leather when we ride
Wood grain and raw hide
Doing what we do, watching.

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Of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all

I saw myself as a concealed attraction
I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action
Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving
That's how I started the show
One of us had to go
Now I've changed and I want you to know

One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all
Never left at all

Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call

Abba/



Should not know hatred nor envy nor love..


...kochać za karę i pragnąć za karę...
..czy ktos kazał Cię?..


idiotycznie uciekać przed konwencjami,nie.

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01 grudnia 2006
One of Us...

They passed me by, all of those great romances

You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances

My picture clear, everything seemed so easy

And so I dealt you the blow

One of us had to go

Now it's different, I want you to know

One of us is crying

One of us is lying

In her lonely bed

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

One of us is lonely

One of us is only

Waiting for a call

Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small

Wishing she had never left at all

I saw myself as a concealed attraction

I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action

Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving

That's how I started the show

One of us had to go

Now I've changed and I want you to know

One of us is crying

One of us is lying

In her lonely bed

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

One of us is.

:::when you were young you were the king of carrot flowers :::

Opustoszała w środku, jakby pewien mięsień przestał się kurczyć, przekazując niesamowitą siłę moim oczom, które płaczą na widok zauważanego wszędzie piękna? Słucham legend ławkowej koleżanki Miss Perfect, o jej podziale obowiązków z Misterem Perfect, kiwam głową, a tak naprawdę zamiast zazdrościć współczuję. Widocznie tym, co zazdroszczą jest prościej.

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15:12:10 2004-01-16
a large matrimonial bed

We were lying side by side on a large matrimonial bed
staring at the ceiling - stripped trees appeared in the narrow
chasm of the window, half-robbed of context, half-given a new
incomplete meaning. I looked at the lamp, its pink skirt
billowed like a mad dancer's costume, its folds carved of frozen glass.
You didn't speak. There we were, two children, waiting for first
pangs of intoxicating love, for tearing sorrow, still fresh, still
unspoilt, as our hands met under the bleary blanket of muddy snow, behind the bars of blackened branches, half-robbed of their natural context, our eyes were fixed on the pink fancy lamp, in someone else's bedroom.
In someone else's sheets, we were together,.

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Chrobry! Żył sobie kiedyśtam, ale teraz już nie żyje i pewnie ma lepiej niż ja ucząc się na chemię o mieszaninach i zamkniętych układach chemicznych.
Massakra....
W poniedziałek jadę na wycieczkę szkolną do Krakowa. Nie mam bladego pojęcia co będę tam robić interesującego. Rynek mam złażony po konwencie (w sierpniu), wiem gdzie są fajne knajpki, ale co, pójdę na piwo razem z psorem K. ?! No bez przesady... Owszem, cieszę się z samej ideii wycieczki, bo to zawsze 2 historie mniej i jakas rozrywka będzie. Następne insajd dżołki albo flash moby albo nie wiadomo co jeszcze. Ale mam takie jakieś przeczucia, że bedzie nudno... A może to tylko moje przeczucie....
Dziś mam naprawde paskudny nastrój. Rano zmarzłam, bo sie za lekko ubrałam (w radiu mówili że będzie 26 stopni a tu kurde ledwo co 17....) Nic mi się nie chce, mam jutro fizyke i wogóle jakaś tragedia życiowa dzisiaj. Ech....

... I'm just gonna lay here and stare at the ceiling for a while.
It's such a peaceful ceiling...

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When Adam reached the top of the stairs, he turned to the right and started down the hallway. But as soon as he’d moved out of the way, I came to a screeching halt, because I could see into the room at the head of the stairs through its open door.
It was the blackest room I’d ever seen. The walls and ceiling were painted black. The floor was a glossy black tile. A huge bed of black iron, covered with black sheets, rested against one wall. But that wasn’t what made me take a hasty step backward so that I bumped into Dominic coming up behind me.The recessed lights in the ceiling shone on the black wooden pegs that jutted out from the wall facing the stairs. At least a dozen of them. From each of those pegs hung a coiled monstrosity of a whip. And I realized the room was most likely a monochromatic black to camouflage bloodstains.Dominic put.