The light flickered on unwillingly after its usual 12hour demise. These were hard times where everything was out of line. Things had fallen apart and mere anarchy had replaced order and sanity. Streets and street corners were filled with ebony black darkness through which the feeble light of a torch could not cut. The menacing tone of his voice alone coupled with the Crimson red of his eyes told the driver to not argue but do exactly as told. This was the third time the co.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! Pot de départ de prune. encore une soirée a notre ecole primaire mais cette fois les costumes allaient avec.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! Ma fOlle et mOi. Et On se lasse pas de racOnter des ragO. Ou de picOler a gOgO.

Marc Lévy Vous revoir . Si seulement les étoiles pouvaient briller. On ne sait jamais vraiment où on se.