 | | Sigmund Freud |  « words are my big obsession » | Messages : 31
Date d'inscription : 05/06/2012
Personnage Incarné : FREUD; Parle-moi de ta frustration sexuelle cachée.
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 | Sujet: Re: Freud | Et si c'était à cause de ton désir refoulé pour ton beau-frère?  25.06.12 11:21 | |
| ♣ YOU & ME | Anna O.  | SCENARIO MAGNIFIQUE REQUIS PLZ
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
♣ DAYLIGHT | Cornélius D. Lacroix | C'est mieux de cracher sur le monde à deux
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| Victor Hugo  | Foutre la merde, être des connards, et aimer ça
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| SOMEONE | What's our relation?
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| SOMEONE | What's our relation?
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
♣ THIS AFTERNOON | D. Becky Davis | La meilleure, la plus dévouée des patientes
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| Dominique E. Minelli  | Sure an interesting one. Funny, too.
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| D. Juliette Minelli | ... Ne vois-tu pas que je me fous de toi?
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| François Rabelais  | S'approuver, sans vraiment s'approuver, c'est quand même étrange/b]
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
♣ SAD DISCO | SOMEONE | [b]What's our relation?
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| SOMEONE | What's our relation?
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| SOMEONE | What's our relation?
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| SOMEONE | What's our relation?
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
♣ JUST LET GO | Homère  | ... Bien sûr. Essuies tes pieds, mouche-toi et dis bonjour à la dame.
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| Pétunia Oe. De Thèbes  | I'M WATCHING YOU
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| N. Léon Gaïus | Ne tente pas le diable. Tu sais comment ça a fini la première fois.
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
| William Shakespeare  | Est-ce humainement possible d'être aussi pudibond?
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you In a room without a window in the corner I found truth In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left I did everything, everything I wanted to I let them use you for their own ends To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you |
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 | | Victor Hugo | « words are my big obsession » | Âge : 30
Messages : 118
Date d'inscription : 16/03/2012
Personnage Incarné : Victor Hugo
Surnom : Vic' le Vicky.
Préface de Cromwell : Les Misérables, c'est moi.
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| | Sujet: Re: Freud | Et si c'était à cause de ton désir refoulé pour ton beau-frère? 25.06.12 16:43 | |
| Juste parce que c'est la classe d'être première sur la fiche de Freud. Victor Hugo c'est un fervent client de Freud. Pas tellement pour lui parler de sa mère, de son père, de ses enfants, de ses complexes et de son Julien mais surtout, SURTOUT, pour lui tirer des informations sur ses personnages (il est leur père, c'est normal qu'il soit au courant de ce qu'il se passe). Et donc Sigmund serait un peu au courant de toutes les saloperies que Victor fait à ses personnages, l'aiderait dans son stalkage et se marrait de le voir faire tant d'effort pour reconstruire tout l'univers hugolien. Et puis Victor en profiterait pour draguer ses clientes, parce qu'être sorti avec la moitié de Cassandre ne lui suffit pas : il lui faut l'autre moitié. Et puis même en dehors du cabinet (tiens, j'imagine trop Freud squatter le cabinet d'avocat de Hugo. Sa secrétaire va s'évanouir à sa vue  ) ils sont potes de comptoir itou. Jor intellectuels qui parlent du cours du monde à moitié en rigolant. Ils reconstruisent l'univers devant un verre de bourbon. Et quand ils ont finis, ils donnent des notes au cul des passantes. Et puis si Sigmund est doué, il pourra même avoir des confidences sur les XXXX femmes que Victor a aimé et perdu  ENJOY. |
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| | Sigmund Freud | « words are my big obsession » | Messages : 31
Date d'inscription : 05/06/2012
Personnage Incarné : FREUD; Parle-moi de ta frustration sexuelle cachée.
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| | Sujet: Re: Freud | Et si c'était à cause de ton désir refoulé pour ton beau-frère? 25.06.12 20:23 | |
| Haha t'as posté sur la mienne pendant que je faisais de même sur la tienne. BON BEN T AS MON AVIS SUR LA QUESTION SUR TA RS DU COUP 8D Mais j'accepte, elle est rigolote, Becky. Et puis c'est cool, les ptits vieux. Juliette > POUR WILLIAM JE SUIS D'ACCORD mais l'imposante carrure blonde et tannée de Freud saura le faire taire un temps, si il se fait trop agaçant. Ou bien il le trollera comme un salaud pour le faire encore plus glapir. Honhon. ET POUR JULIETTE OUI ils auront des discussions toutes pourraves et il passera pour un obsédé sexuel avec elle, mais osef c'est pas grave, elle est marrante. Et puis il feintera ses avances, parce que personne le sait ok, mais il a une femme et tout, et il a un minimum d'honneur. Assez en tout cas pour certes noter le cul des clientes avec Victor, mais aussi pour ne pas céder à tout. Quel brave type, ce Freud. Huguette > Comme on a dit, tout est goupillé.  |
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