Maybe you could be mine or maybe well be entwined aimless in this sexless foreplay.

How do I love thee Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every daysMost quiet need by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely as men strive for right.I love thee purely as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs and with my childhoods faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breathSmiles tears of all my life and if God chooseI shall but love thee better after death.

Heed that the Rue du Bourreau is my domain and I its malicious sovereign.

Another like me Dont leave me out here with myself Id go mad. Pleasedont leave me alone Samuel Just take me home Tears stream down her face.Please take me home

No debt Her eyes lapse into a stare. No debt someday when all thedreams are gonediscovered for when will that be Samuel Three times andthen declines forever.

I rouse Emily to our guests as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a muffled sigh as she decapitates her latest creation with a single push of her hand.

Thats a stupid name Whirly-gig is much better I think. Who in their rightmind would point at this thing and say Im going to fly in my Model-A1.People would much rather say Get in my whirly-gig. And thats what youshould name it.

She leaves my side and heads deeper intothe apartment singing if the spirit tries to hide its temple far away acopper for those they ask a diamond for those who stay.

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sinister silhouette beneath a crimson cowl beaming a demonic smile which spans from cheek to swollen cheek.

History doesnt start with a tall buildingand a card with your name written on it but jokes do. I think someone is takingus for suckers and is playing a mean game.