linofrommars

• le -5 que tu vas me mettre
• la bonne musique (hip hop, reggae, elektro, soul, jazz...) et le revival de NTM
• marseille et tout ce qui va avec
• dexter, lost, oz, the sopranos, south park.... et les ChuckNorrisFacts
• faire la fête et rencontrer des nouveaux gens

• les +5
• la tecktonik, les emomachins, la tragédie de la frange, tokio hotel et les criiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis qui accompagnent
• la dérive commerciale de la musique et la dictature de l'argent et de l'image
• toute forme d'intolérance,la montée des intégrismes de toutes sortes en ce bas monde, les clergés
• le petit imbécile qui nous dirige, TF1, les fans aveuglés : sport, chanteurs, people..., le tuning

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Normand à la base (OK ça se voit pas trop) je viens d'arriver sur Grenoble donc je suis avide de nouvelles connaissances.
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ingénieur fétard!
music is the soundtrack of my life!
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un seul objectif : le -5 parfait (alors si vous voulez me faire plaisir mettez moi -5 et pas une bonne note!! merci d'avance)
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explication de l'avatar : le road trip
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Osez me défier dans l'arène

http://tinyurl.com/kjknm5

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Hommage à Michael Jackson

http://tinyurl.com/ncucj6

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Si j'avais du talent on m'imiterait. Si l'on m'imitait, je deviendrais à la mode. Si je devenais à la mode, je passerais bientôt de mode. Donc il vaut mieux que je n'ai pas de talent.
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l'adoration nuit a ton discernement!
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only a judge can judge me
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"Les religions ne sont que des quêtes du bon mode d'emploi de l'existence humaine"
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TU parles trop, tu parles trop, tuuuu parles troooop tu n'écoutes plus personne et plus personne ne t'écoute
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Les hommes donnent de l'affection pour avoir du sexe et les femmes donnent du sexe pour avoir de l'affection.... dommage ou normal?.... ou faux ?
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"Le premier homme qui est mort a dû être drôlement surpris." Georges Wolinski.
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Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars
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tu aimes les tokio hotel ou leurs cousins les killers trucs ("nan mais attends c'est pas du tout pareil"), grégory ("il avait une voix magnifique"), christophe mae ("waouh il est trop beau") ou la tecktonik ("trop styylé ")! oui je t'ai probablement mis un -5 sans hésitation! "mais pour qui tu te prends?" personne mais c'est le concept de la notation absurde aléatoire sur sky! venge toi mets moi un -5.

franchement comment peut-on être fan de paris hilton????
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c'est en faisant n'importe quoi qu'on devient n'importe qui
http://www.nimportequi.com/
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"victime de la mode, tel est son nom de code" (peut s'appliquer à une grande partie des skynautes)
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"Il y a des milliers de raisons pour que les femmes s'habillent comme elles le font : et toutes ces raisons sont des hommes"
Tout ceci serait donc de notre faute??
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"La mode se démode, le style jamais"
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Un jour, j'ai laissé tomber ma bague dans la terre du milieu. Depuis c'est le bordel.
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Live fast, die young
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Alcohol is the answer. What was the question?
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"L'alcool est mon ennemi mais fuir l'ennemi est lâche"
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"l'alcool ne résout pas les problemes. Ceci dit, l'eau et le lait non plus!" (Amy Winehouse, une connaisseuse)
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"L'alcool ne mène à rien, ça tombe bien je ne vais nulle part."
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La justice nique sa mère, le dernier juge que j'ai vu avait plus de vices que le dealer de ma rue
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Love is a name, sex is a game
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Le monde se divise en deux catégories : ceux qui ont un pistolet chargé et ceux qui creusent. Toi, tu creuses.
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"Oh my Jesus Christ monkey balls"
Eric Cartman
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"tain, le site copainsdavant.com ça me donne envie de déposer enculesdaujourdhui.com et connardsdedemain.com en prévision"
http://danstonchat.com
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Chuck Norris is watching Big Brother
http://www.chucknorrisfacts.fr
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"don't worry, be happy"
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don't drink and drive but smoke and fly
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et pour vous, enfin surtout pour moi parce que si t'es encore la ( et que tu sais parler anglais vu qu'on est tous des américains) tu fais partie des 0.1% de gens qui continuent a lire après avoir vu la photo mais lache rien c'est là que ça devient intéressant, l'intégral du discours "I have a dream" :

"Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquillity in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.

Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Martin Luther King

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*Eteint son sabre laser. Remet sa capuche. S'éloigne en claudiquant, appuyé sur sa canne.*

Serein, je suis.
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Peace out bros