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About Me:
Hello, my name is Maxime. I don't have much to say except that I discovered a band called The Cure and I like playing video games (and I like The Office and Garfield).
My Chat
heeeey cool wallpaper
The office Mentioned ! i like it ^^
the cure <3
you cooked my friend
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the office mentionned omgmgmg
Play Me
last game I played :
Okay, here are some games to play on the school computers :
wikiraceslowroadfnfsudokudémineursolitaireradiogardenemulateurtvrussian rouletterule34dlethe best character in The Office:
Robert is the best character in The Office, you know why? I do, because he is… he doesn’t need to explain.
my stamp collection :
that homeless man on my left is not one.
This is Robert Smith and he's very cool.
He is primarily known for his work as the frontman of
The Cure, of which he is the singer, guitarist, and only
permanent member since its formation in 1976.
Robert Smith writes almost all of the lyrics he
performs and is the main composer of the music.
Why is Garfield swag and cooler than you? :
- He's an anarchist.
- He doesn't care what other
people think.
- He has a girlfriend.
- He has a personality.
- He eats lasagna.
- He's funny (you're not).
The best music of the Cure (my opinion is better than yours) :
-just like heaven
-lullaby
-boys don't cry
-lovesong
-jumping someone else's train
-in between days
-picture of you
-the lovecats
-friday i'm in love
-a letter to elise
-let's go to bed
-a forest
-close to me
-charlotte sometimes
-fascination street
-cut here
The top is not in order.
today I do my paper for arstotzka
(Don't worry, I'm a resistance fighter.)
Oh, and I wrote a poem to try and get into this country :
In the cold haze of an endless dawn,
Stands Arstotzka, stern and withdrawn.
Its walls of stone, its will of steel,
A land where duty is all you feel.
At guarded gates, beneath watchful eyes,
Pass countless souls with muted sighs.
Each stamping seal, a steady beat,
A rigid rhythm none can defeat.
Glory to laws so firm, unbent,
To citizens forged in discipline’s cement.
For in the silence, strength is born,
A quiet power, enduring, sworn.
O land of pride, restrained yet strong,
Where hope survives, though nights are long.
Arstotzka, harsh yet standing tall,
Your name resounds, commanding all.
Beyond the gray, beyond the cold,
Burns a flame no fear can hold—
A people steadfast, resolute, true:
Glory to Arstotzka, ever anew.