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A sinister existence in the crowd      I heard him talk in the background,  " . . . earliest accounts I possess of my progenitors." That's him . . . handkerchiefly speaking. Oh boast!    But certainly sensuous. He pulled out my apron-strings,        And hand me a pocket handkerchief. That's it.  I'm naked in front of him. Oh bliss!     I can't miss! A sinister!      "Madamoiselle will have the goodness to give me ten francs." "If only you would scrub my toes and kiss my shoes . . ."                                  I'm an excellent princess. Oh Paris!          You're better than Rome!  I'm Madame de Dolomien;      

Starting off with quite a blow, he works in maintenance at day and an art thief extraordinaire at night.  Quite charming, at first glance.  Rather deceitful, at third glimpse.  Why skip the second?  Because he will not be there. Having quite an eye for details, he would make such one magnificent officer of the law; however, he is more concern of being free rather than abiding by what is supposed to be touchstones of being ordinarily civil.  He doesn't like to stay in the sidelines.  In some sense, he will go beyond the standard measure to get what his eyes have caught, leaving no prints nor mark but just a picture of what is supposed to be t

You . . . I stopped wondering about you two seconds ago.  I started wondering about another the second after two seconds ago.  I would wake up every morning thinking what was it that I'm supposed to be glad about—every morning since I've known you.  I used to look at your picture and say, "You."  But not anymore.  It was my fault.  I didn't turn when you called my name in that room with the old piano, because I couldn't feel anything.  I was tired.  Just plain tired. People thought I was being selfish when I was simply trying to be happy, so I started to ple

 A girl wandered aimlessly through the suburban town of hers, bored out of her mind.  "Each day, this place turns green," she told herself, looking around, breathing all her surroundings that, in her perspective, were all candy-colored. "You aren't Hansel or Gretel, so why do you see these buildings like that?  No, don't answer that.  Have you heard the story of the legendary penny who wanted to become a foot?" Shocked, she slowly turned to where the voice was coming from, "A speaking mango tree.  Entertain me." The speaking mango tree told the girl the story of the diddly life of a penny: his rat