Saturday, January 19, 2008

I'm Your Puppet

"I can make you do things, Puppet Women. I can make you dance. Dance until you drop. I can make you walk, walk a thousand miles if I desire that you must. I can make you dance upon the fiery licks of the candle flame. I can make you squeal like a pig, I can make you sing like an opera star. WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS, MY PRETTIES? There are none. For I did not craft you an outfit. Your legs are my fingers, Puppet Women. do as I say, for I am your lord and master."

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