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<rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:taxo="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/taxonomy/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" version="2.0"><channel><title>WALK IDIOT WALK</title><link>http://naiive.skyrock.com/</link><description>___________________ On paiera tous en sortant . _</description><sy:updatePeriod>daily</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2008-12-08T14:24:15Z</sy:updateBase><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-12-08T14:24:15Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><dc:rights /><item><title>"salut je t'aime"</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/11e8d4c7/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C21757854270Esalut0Eje0Et0Eaime0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>[...] A samedi soir for the rest of your life ! A sin you swallow, pardon... Sur cette photo se cachent mes deux raisons de vivre, saurez-vous les trouver? &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/11e8d4c7/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/300471495/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/300471495/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/300471495/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/300471495/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/300471495/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/300471495/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/2175785427-salut-je-t-aime.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-12-08T14:24:15Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/2175785427-salut-je-t-aime.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F2175785427_1.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> [...] A samedi soir for the rest of your life ! A sin you swallow, pardon... Sur cette photo se cachent mes deux raisons de vivre, saurez-vous les trouver? </p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/11e8d4c7/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/300471495/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/300471495/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/300471495/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/300471495/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/300471495/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/300471495/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>c'est pas ta faute si le monde est moche.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/b4822f3/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C21245922390Ec0Eest0Epas0Eta0Efaute0Esi0Ele0Emonde0Eest0Emoche0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>je m'en sors plutôt bien, je m'en fous puisqu'ils ne sont pas tous partis. même si ça me tue de voir qu'au fond notre bonheur n'était qu'une blague. même pas drôle....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/b4822f3/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/189276915/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/189276915/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/189276915/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/189276915/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/189276915/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/189276915/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/2124592239-c-est-pas-ta-faute-si-le-monde-est-moche.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-12-04T20:39:52Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/2124592239-c-est-pas-ta-faute-si-le-monde-est-moche.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F2124592239_1.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> je m'en sors plutôt bien, je m'en fous puisqu'ils ne sont pas tous partis. même si ça me tue de voir qu'au fond notre bonheur n'était qu'une blague. même pas drôle....</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/b4822f3/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/189276915/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/189276915/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/189276915/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/189276915/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/189276915/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/189276915/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>puisque rien ne dure</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/a4e38ca/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C20A734471790Epuisque0Erien0Ene0Edure0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Tout a changé . On m'a volé mes jolies souvenirs de lycée, on m'a pris mes meilleures copines, on m'a enlevé mon amoureux. Je regarde au loin et je n'ai plus rien....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/a4e38ca/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/172898506/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/172898506/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/172898506/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/172898506/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/172898506/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/172898506/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/2073447179-puisque-rien-ne-dure.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-10-22T19:36:26Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/2073447179-puisque-rien-ne-dure.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F2073447179_1.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Tout a changé . On m'a volé mes jolies souvenirs de lycée, on m'a pris mes meilleures copines, on m'a enlevé mon amoureux. Je regarde au loin et je n'ai plus rien....</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/a4e38ca/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/172898506/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/172898506/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/172898506/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/172898506/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/172898506/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/172898506/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>tu sais qu'au bout de cette terre, oui, les gens s'aiment.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/53a54ab/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C19856442370Etu0Esais0Equ0Eau0Ebout0Ede0Ecette0Eterre0Eoui0Eles0Egens0Es0Eaiment0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>C'est vrai que c'est difficile de s'exprimer quand on est heureux. C'est tellement plus simple de cracher ses idées noires plutôt que de dire que tout va bien....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/53a54ab/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/87708843/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/87708843/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/87708843/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/87708843/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/87708843/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/87708843/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1985644237-tu-sais-qu-au-bout-de-cette-terre-oui-les-gens-s-aiment.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-10-14T21:31:11Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1985644237-tu-sais-qu-au-bout-de-cette-terre-oui-les-gens-s-aiment.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1985644237_2.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> C'est vrai que c'est difficile de s'exprimer quand on est heureux. C'est tellement plus simple de cracher ses idées noires plutôt que de dire que tout va bien....</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/53a54ab/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/87708843/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/87708843/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/87708843/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/87708843/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/87708843/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/87708843/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>SHUT UP AND LET ME GO, HEY!</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/777229f/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C19172830A610ESHUT0EUP0EAND0ELET0EME0EGO0EHEY0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>H_0_l_i_d_a_y_s C'est comme si la vie avait pris un tournant que l'on attendait pas. Je ne sais plus quoi dire mis à part que tout va extrêmement bien. Tu vois, c'est...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/777229f/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/125248159/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/125248159/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/125248159/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/125248159/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/125248159/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/125248159/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1917283061-SHUT-UP-AND-LET-ME-GO-HEY.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-07-26T22:50:54Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1917283061-SHUT-UP-AND-LET-ME-GO-HEY.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1917283061_1.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> H_0_l_i_d_a_y_s C'est comme si la vie avait pris un tournant que l'on attendait pas. Je ne sais plus quoi dire mis à part que tout va extrêmement bien. Tu vois, c'est...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/777229f/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/125248159/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/125248159/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/125248159/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/125248159/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/125248159/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/125248159/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article posté le samedi 05 juillet 2008 07:13</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/10abfcb0/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C187290A78970Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A70E0A50Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>J'AI MON BAC !&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/10abfcb0/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/279706800/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/279706800/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/279706800/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/279706800/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/279706800/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/279706800/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1872907897-posted-on-2008-07-05.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-07-05T11:13:50Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1872907897-posted-on-2008-07-05.html"><img align="left" src="http://static.v5.skyrock.net/img/icons/text_50.png" alt="" /></a> J'AI MON BAC !</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/10abfcb0/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/279706800/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/279706800/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/279706800/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/279706800/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/279706800/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/279706800/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>"T'es aussi con qu'avant... mais t'es diplômé!"</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1aae4c1a/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C182692720A90ET0Ees0Eaussi0Econ0Equ0Eavant0Emais0Et0Ees0Ediplome0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Demain on passe le baaaac ! Viva la Vida C'est les vacances, c'est l'été, ya d'la joie de partout. C'est beau de voir des centaines de lycéens réunis dans un parc...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1aae4c1a/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/447630362/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/447630362/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/447630362/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/447630362/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/447630362/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/447630362/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1826927209-T-es-aussi-con-qu-avant-mais-t-es-diplome.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-06-22T20:52:28Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1826927209-T-es-aussi-con-qu-avant-mais-t-es-diplome.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1826927209_1.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Demain on passe le baaaac ! Viva la Vida C'est les vacances, c'est l'été, ya d'la joie de partout. C'est beau de voir des centaines de lycéens réunis dans un parc...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1aae4c1a/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/447630362/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/447630362/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/447630362/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/447630362/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/447630362/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/447630362/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>SEVEN NATION ARMY</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/23dd6455/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C168840A5420A0ESEVEN0ENATION0EARMY0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Adieu : D Pas le temps, plus l'envie &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/23dd6455/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/601711701/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/601711701/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/601711701/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/601711701/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/601711701/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/601711701/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1688405420-SEVEN-NATION-ARMY.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-06-08T11:00:52Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1688405420-SEVEN-NATION-ARMY.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1688405420_1.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Adieu : D Pas le temps, plus l'envie </p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/23dd6455/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/601711701/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/601711701/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/601711701/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/601711701/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/601711701/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/601711701/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Plus jamais.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/d0d426e/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C16619322240EPlus0Ejamais0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>The Last Shadow Puppets o3.o4.o8 / Alexandre Kinn à la Laiterie _______oui, et joyeux anniversaire Yohan! o4.o4.o8 / Vacaaaances! o5.o4.o8 / o9h, Casting à Paris,...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/d0d426e/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/218972782/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/218972782/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/218972782/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/218972782/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/218972782/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/218972782/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1661932224-Plus-jamais.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-10-14T21:45:36Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1661932224-Plus-jamais.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1661932224.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> The Last Shadow Puppets o3.o4.o8 / Alexandre Kinn à la Laiterie _______oui, et joyeux anniversaire Yohan! o4.o4.o8 / Vacaaaances! o5.o4.o8 / o9h, Casting à Paris,...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/d0d426e/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/218972782/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/218972782/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/218972782/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/218972782/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/218972782/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/218972782/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article posté le lundi 10 mars 2008 13:44</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5319fd9f/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C160A660A1980A0Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A30E10A0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Terminal Littéraire number two. Regardez-les. Que des sécheurs, un minimum de quatre absents par jour, le record de tout le lycée. Que des tricheurs, tous les moyens...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5319fd9f/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1394212255/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1394212255/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1394212255/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1394212255/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1394212255/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1394212255/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1606601980-posted-on-2008-03-10.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:13:56Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1606601980-posted-on-2008-03-10.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1606601980.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Terminal Littéraire number two. Regardez-les. Que des sécheurs, un minimum de quatre absents par jour, le record de tout le lycée. Que des tricheurs, tous les moyens...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5319fd9f/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1394212255/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1394212255/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1394212255/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1394212255/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1394212255/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1394212255/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>AT LAST__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/24af7a96/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C15997699920EAT0ELAST0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>J'oublierais sans doute cette journée sans intérêt, tous ces mots prononcés sans raison. Tout ce mépris pour rien, ces gens si faux que ça ne provoque chez moi que de...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/24af7a96/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/615479958/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/615479958/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/615479958/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/615479958/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/615479958/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/615479958/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1599769992-AT-LAST.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:13:48Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1599769992-AT-LAST.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1599769992.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> J'oublierais sans doute cette journée sans intérêt, tous ces mots prononcés sans raison. Tout ce mépris pour rien, ces gens si faux que ça ne provoque chez moi que de...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/24af7a96/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/615479958/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/615479958/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/615479958/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/615479958/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/615479958/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/615479958/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>STAY JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE. DON'T LET MY HEART TURN SORE__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/64a2500a/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C1570A2579640ESTAY0EJUST0EA0ELITTLE0EBIT0EMORE0EDON0ET0ELET0EMY0EHEART0ETURN0ESORE0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>En fait, je crois que j'ai menti, je ne sais pas ce que je veux. Tu sais, on était en Irlande avant. Il y a exactement une semaine, là nous étions dans le bus...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/64a2500a/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1688358922/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1688358922/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1688358922/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1688358922/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1688358922/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1688358922/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1570257964-STAY-JUST-A-LITTLE-BIT-MORE-DON-T-LET-MY-HEART-TURN-SORE.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:13:35Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1570257964-STAY-JUST-A-LITTLE-BIT-MORE-DON-T-LET-MY-HEART-TURN-SORE.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1570257964.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> En fait, je crois que j'ai menti, je ne sais pas ce que je veux. Tu sais, on était en Irlande avant. Il y a exactement une semaine, là nous étions dans le bus...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/64a2500a/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1688358922/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1688358922/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1688358922/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1688358922/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1688358922/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1688358922/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>OFF__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1b01ba08/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C13986446310EOFF0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>o7 / 12 / o7 : BB Brunes &amp; Déportivo Déjà à partir du moment où tu apprends que le concert est complet, tu commences à te poser des questions. Mais quand tu arrives...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1b01ba08/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/453097992/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/453097992/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/453097992/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/453097992/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/453097992/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/453097992/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1398644631-OFF.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-10-14T21:42:49Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1398644631-OFF.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1398644631_1.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> o7 / 12 / o7 : BB Brunes & Déportivo Déjà à partir du moment où tu apprends que le concert est complet, tu commences à te poser des questions. Mais quand tu arrives...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1b01ba08/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/453097992/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/453097992/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/453097992/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/453097992/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/453097992/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/453097992/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>HIS GAME IS CALLED SURVIVIN'. AT THE END OF THE HARDER THEY COME__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/40a5dee/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C13814566220EHIS0EGAME0EIS0ECALLED0ESURVIVIN0EAT0ETHE0EEND0EOF0ETHE0EHARDER0ETHEY0ECOME0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>J'aime me faire passer pour un vip à la Laiterie parce que je viens deux fois par semaine. J'aime sentir d'un coup la terre cesser de tourner après une bonne cuite....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/40a5dee/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/67788270/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/67788270/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/67788270/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/67788270/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/67788270/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/67788270/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1381456622-HIS-GAME-IS-CALLED-SURVIVIN-AT-THE-END-OF-THE-HARDER-THEY-COME.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:12:01Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1381456622-HIS-GAME-IS-CALLED-SURVIVIN-AT-THE-END-OF-THE-HARDER-THEY-COME.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1381456622.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> J'aime me faire passer pour un vip à la Laiterie parce que je viens deux fois par semaine. J'aime sentir d'un coup la terre cesser de tourner après une bonne cuite....</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/40a5dee/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/67788270/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/67788270/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/67788270/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/67788270/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/67788270/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/67788270/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>WE DRINK TO DIE , WE DRINK TONIGHT__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4181d368/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C13414388460EWE0EDRINK0ETO0EDIE0EWE0EDRINK0ETONIGHT0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Ne pourrait-on pas vomir un peu plus décemment, Sur le coeur inaudible des adolescents Je n'en peux plus de vivre notre anéantissement, Trop blasée des histoires qui...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4181d368/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1099027304/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1099027304/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1099027304/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1099027304/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1099027304/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1099027304/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1341438846-WE-DRINK-TO-DIE-WE-DRINK-TONIGHT.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:11:42Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1341438846-WE-DRINK-TO-DIE-WE-DRINK-TONIGHT.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1341438846.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Ne pourrait-on pas vomir un peu plus décemment, Sur le coeur inaudible des adolescents Je n'en peux plus de vivre notre anéantissement, Trop blasée des histoires qui...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4181d368/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1099027304/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1099027304/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1099027304/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1099027304/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1099027304/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1099027304/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/af35f30/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C13282269980ELIVING0EIS0EEASY0EWITH0EEYES0ECLOSED0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Voilà. Nous sommes mercredi o7 nov. il est exactement 18:59 et demain, c'est la rentrée. 1o jours entiers à ne rien foutre, à rire, à profiter, quoi. 1o jours et même...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/af35f30/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/183721776/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/183721776/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/183721776/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/183721776/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/183721776/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/183721776/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1328226998-LIVING-IS-EASY-WITH-EYES-CLOSED.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:11:34Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1328226998-LIVING-IS-EASY-WITH-EYES-CLOSED.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1328226998.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Voilà. Nous sommes mercredi o7 nov. il est exactement 18:59 et demain, c'est la rentrée. 1o jours entiers à ne rien foutre, à rire, à profiter, quoi. 1o jours et même...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/af35f30/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/183721776/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/183721776/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/183721776/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/183721776/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/183721776/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/183721776/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>BLAH BLAAAH BLAH BLAAAAAH BLAAH__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/776f08c4/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C1315725220A0EBLAH0EBLAAAH0EBLAH0EBLAAAAAH0EBLAAH0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>o2/11/o7 : Joyeux anniversaire encore, chérie. Une belle soirée pas comme les autres. Je fais pitié mais je sais pas quoi dire à part que je vous aime trop, quoi....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/776f08c4/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2003765444/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2003765444/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2003765444/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2003765444/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/2003765444/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2003765444/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1315725220-BLAH-BLAAAH-BLAH-BLAAAAAH-BLAAH.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:11:23Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1315725220-BLAH-BLAAAH-BLAH-BLAAAAAH-BLAAH.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1315725220.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> o2/11/o7 : Joyeux anniversaire encore, chérie. Une belle soirée pas comme les autres. Je fais pitié mais je sais pas quoi dire à part que je vous aime trop, quoi....</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/776f08c4/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2003765444/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2003765444/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2003765444/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2003765444/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/2003765444/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2003765444/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>I WON'T BE LONG__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/75e11840/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C130A78125540EI0EWON0ET0EBE0ELONG0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Vous avez sûrement déjà dû entendre parler de moi. Comment faire autrement, c'est vrai. Vous avez déjà tous une brillante idée sur moi. Je n'en doute pas une seule...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/75e11840/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1977686080/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1977686080/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1977686080/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1977686080/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1977686080/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1977686080/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1307812554-I-WON-T-BE-LONG.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:11:15Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1307812554-I-WON-T-BE-LONG.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1307812554.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Vous avez sûrement déjà dû entendre parler de moi. Comment faire autrement, c'est vrai. Vous avez déjà tous une brillante idée sur moi. Je n'en doute pas une seule...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/75e11840/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1977686080/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1977686080/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1977686080/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1977686080/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1977686080/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1977686080/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>OH IT'S WHAT YOU DO TO ME__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/56d196ca/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C12988564820EOH0EIT0ES0EWHAT0EYOU0EDO0ETO0EME0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Bonsoir, j'ai dormi trois heures cette nuit et pas bien plus la précédente. Laura était completement jetée. La preuve ici. Jeudi soir, on a vu The Bishops en live. Ils...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/56d196ca/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1456576202/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1456576202/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1456576202/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1456576202/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1456576202/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1456576202/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1298856482-OH-IT-S-WHAT-YOU-DO-TO-ME.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:10:56Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1298856482-OH-IT-S-WHAT-YOU-DO-TO-ME.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1298856482.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Bonsoir, j'ai dormi trois heures cette nuit et pas bien plus la précédente. Laura était completement jetée. La preuve ici. Jeudi soir, on a vu The Bishops en live. Ils...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/56d196ca/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1456576202/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1456576202/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1456576202/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1456576202/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/1456576202/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1456576202/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>LOVE IS A LOSING GAME . MORE THAN I COULD STAND__</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/201a1e45/l/0Lnaiive0Bskyrock0N0C12819666840ELOVE0EIS0EA0ELOSING0EGAME0EMORE0ETHAN0EI0ECOULD0ESTAND0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Amy Winehouse_Back to Black Amy Winehouse_Love is a losing game Micky Green_Oh The Bishops_The only place i look is down The Klaxons_Atlantis to Interzone The...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/201a1e45/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/538582597/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/538582597/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/538582597/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/538582597/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/538582597/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/538582597/a2t.img" border="0"/&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://naiive.skyrock.com/1281966684-LOVE-IS-A-LOSING-GAME-MORE-THAN-I-COULD-STAND.html</guid><dc:creator>naiive</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-23T19:10:44Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://naiive.skyrock.com/1281966684-LOVE-IS-A-LOSING-GAME-MORE-THAN-I-COULD-STAND.html"><img align="left" src="http://04.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F9bb%2Fnaiive%2Fpics%2F1281966684.jpg&w=100&h=100" alt="" /></a> Amy Winehouse_Back to Black Amy Winehouse_Love is a losing game Micky Green_Oh The Bishops_The only place i look is down The Klaxons_Atlantis to Interzone The...</p> <img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/201a1e45/mf.gif' border='0'/><br/><br/><a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/538582597/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/538582597/a2.htm"><img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/538582597/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/538582597/a2.img" border="0"/></a><img width="1" height="1" src="http://pi.feedsportal.com/r/538582597/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/538582597/a2t.img" border="0"/>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

