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Morality Sabi

French songs frm Dee Dee's Cd... tout va bien... they're nt too bad...french r n b... something abt the partial understanding of the lyrics make em more interesting.. when u ignore the words, u can listen to ur thoughts and my thoughts now are wandering over to morality... how moral a person am I?
I dun believe morality has ever been on my mind... (coeur- heart) ha ha potentially i'm asking that question for the first time (mal-bad)... this has come out of a covo btw dd and i.. talkn abt alcohol, weed n smoking.. which is the lesser evil? (jamais-never).. i'll never get morality, i dun un the word in spaz speak.. i dun suppose i'll ever be morally righteous; not that forgiving, not that understanding, not that un-selfish, highly well, green- envious, jealous... wt are those 7 sins of mankind again...


1. greed- only when it comes to love : 3/10

2.jealousy- higly applicable : 9/10

3.lust- ahem? : 5/10

- change in songs...so wait.. think i will interrupt my deadly sins for a song lyric i dedicate to someone i owe a lot to... i shouldv'e done this a while ago... by oh well, skeletons in the closet eventually come out... after 9 whole months...to u, Aztec *cough* Prince...

'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Give me back my point of view
Cause I just can't think for you'

~ Jets: Look What U've Done
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I dont know why I liked you so much
I gave you all, of my trust
I told you,
I loved you, now thats all down the drain

~ Eamon:Don't want you back
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ha ha...diggin up ole bones today.. bt i mean f-i-n-a-l-l-y out of my system....continue...

4. Pride- well mostly applicable: 7/10

5. Anger- higly applicable: 9/10

6. Sloth- As in too lazy to lift a finger? Lifted olredi! So no, nt applicable... : 6/10

7. Gluttony- sigh, as an "eve", i have things like PMS okies.. then it's allowed!: 7/10


Morality score: - 56/70

That's a HD* in Non-Morality.

*High Distinction...

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