Cori Moreni

My father's mother was the mastermind behind all of Cori Moreni (1988 up to 1994 in Canada, Japan and also German). She who designed 'everything' until the 'everything' disappear abruptly yeah let's blame my granpappy! HI lets talk about something else like am i proud to be her grandchild? of course, eventho she is still like to get angry at me. Shhhe's still alive hahahand 65 y/o in a couple months this year hmm at this moment, some of you might be thinking that im a lil bit cocky person that is why i dont want to talk about this too much cause i just dont want to seem cocky or as if i tell a lie in here all i wanted is just sharing about her past that i like.❣❣❣

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 "POST ME ON YOUR BLOG GIH!" - my father's mother lol

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Me and the fox, we're a lot alike, travel best alone, travel best at night. Got an overcoat, got a book of matches, got three pairs of socks; no one's gonna catch me. Creep up to the building, watch out for the light, sneak up to the window, make love to the night. That's the way I like it best, shadows on the ceiling. Me and the fox, sleep on the ground, never close my eyes, I hear every sound. Got a bag of dust, got a sack of charms, don't mean to hurt no one, don't mean no harm. Creep up to the building, watch out for the light, sneak up to the window, make love to the night. That's the way I like it best, shadows on the ceiling. Don't mean to make you uneasy, you won't even see me.

 

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"Getting tired with this stupid things, have you ever felt it? having a two faced friends in your life. Act like an innocent child infront of you and they lie with their eyes lie with their mouth lie with their hands when they embrace you when you fall oh so lucky that they did not know if you can smell it all with your huge butt ugly nose, smell their dirty heart rot of flower then in the end you knew that they're your two faced friends, oh sux." - Kyla. “Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity."

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The rain let up when the sun went down I was livin' in a sad old story the moon didn't shine but the train was on time and the fox looked down on the glory ,the fox looked down on the glory. The mare went lame and the fox got blame there were tracks leadin' down from the trestle then someone said that the fox was dead  but no one spoke of the devil no. The winter turned spring the valley turned green the fox burned red in the sunrise the hawk got shot the thief got caught  and the fox stood still on the hillside,the fox stood still on the hillside . Then you broke up and I broke down we're all in the soul of the stranger and I know now what you knew then the fox just laughed at the danger, the fox just laughed at the danger.

 

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