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.

Cry no tears for us my friend. I pry at her fingers panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday. From the corpse of Warren his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth Allow the tide sweep free the bay. Then together they sing in zombie choir And home the ships sailing send.

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.

Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight