I am like poisoned apple; painful to swallow, but liberating once it's all over.
Good things come to those who wait. That is why I'm keeping my fingers and legs crossed.
I hope nobody jinx it, whoever does I will slit his/her/its throat with a sharp dull rusty blade.
That's all.
posted by dentor at
8:07 AM
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Je m'appelle Dentor Rae. I cannot die without touching the Eiffel tower! I want to be so thin that when the light hits me, I cast no shadow behind; that I can dance between raindrops in a downpour without getting wet; and light enough that a helium balloon could lift and carry me to the clouds like in my dreams (I love those dreams). I know we should embrace our flaws --and celebrate them even, but hello, who would want a beautiful pancreas? Charming spleen, anyone? Haha.. Je suis un pomme venimeux; penible d'avaler, mais liberee apres c'est tout fini.
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