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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