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ollhouse door creaks. Cold comes Fweet fweet fweet To my foots doorstep roughcold. In my hand red candy. Sweet. In my nose plant smells sniffle. On white picket fence green buds tremble. Black Bart Mittens slink slink between white pickets. Tails kink. Yellow eyes blink blink. Pointy white tooths. Miaou. says Bart. Miaou. says Mittens. Poisson. says they. Hsst. I say. Prip prip prip into crackly weeds. On doorstep, white paint flakes. My dirty toe pokes. Red Freda glasses my finger pushes. In fog above, lamp glows. Blink blink. Around white pickets Fog curls. Miaou. Miaou. My hand pulls Dollhouse doorlatch shhhtah. Under my foots cracked pavement moves. Broke gate passes. Cold wet cobblestones have green mosses. Prip, prip, prip. Miaou. Up broke stone steps I run. In courtyard above, Movsha plays Caw see own. Caww seee ownnnn. Branches Bushes have smelly blossoms, yellow blinky eyes. Mittens. Red mouth says Enfuis, enfuis. Pigeons warble above. Scritch scratch haha down below. In fog shadows move. Up broke steps I go. Down steps fog rolls. Shadows flicker. I leap into bushes into trees Mittens springs My arms push rattling ivy leaves, broke bricks hurt My foots climb Hee hee flees Fingers tootsies Green ivy scratches my nose, cheeks, clothes Hiding D windowsill My hands find, climb Rusty metal blind Cooing eaves Wood parapet. Miaou, miaou. Where goest thou. Across broke rooftop I run Pigeons strut hop thathathap oorrh oorrh Over holes I jump Roof splinters under my foots Off wood parapet my hip slides Down powdery bricks Heels run ch ch ch fall Rusty drainpipe my hands catch Squeeeek Broke window Blue tarp roof soar above me Over wood parapet shadows peek Tee hee My foots hurt Oof. Cobblestones. Allee. To Dollhouse I run. Fog puffs, curls, shadow sings, On the border of the wood, All alone the Ghost Flower stood. Like a moonbeam dressed in white, such a very pretty sight. Behind me Fog hands grab push pull off red sunglasses Hi Oboy Hey You Comment va tu The cops the pigs they come n go but always come on back you know ha ha ha Green eyes glitter, gold tooths shine. Black fedora tips. O, mooncalf. You piedpipered the cozzers right to your doorstep. Attempted kidnapping, wot. Twas a retard, Street. We cant have you thinking for yourself, its true. We told Freda to keep a leash on you. Clearly now we must intrude. Arms pull my arms. Hurt. For your own good, O, Yeah boy we want you veddy veddy success On my foots boots step, hurt Just got to make sure you dont fuck up again I holler Hand slaps Mouth hurts Owie owie owie. We will palaver with Freda soon enough. For now, your peers Lemme learnm, Street. [18.117.165.66] Project MUSE (2024-04-25 15:13 GMT) Fog hides. Shadow clomp clomp clomps cobblestones. White jacket Pointy elbows Hands on hips. Gold tooths shine. Dainty, dear girl. You wish to play tax collector. Fog tumbles Brown boots come, ch ch. Cigarette mouth spits. I aint forgot that shit he pulled wit my trick. An I sure as hell aint forgive the prick. Black sunglasses come. Dusty brown Fists get big. White tooths shine. Now this dumb sucka got the cops snoopin, on top o stealin from me. Hell yeah, I got to be taxman, Street. You have a contract, then. Je sais, je sais. I takes the tax, or I pays the tax. Être et durer, Street. Hands let go my arms, push me, pinch my botty Oo oo, sad but true, you Daintys bitch now, silly fool. Hot breath black lips say Think you can keep yalls xray eyes on my hands this time, muthafucka Fist jumps Stars my mouth hurts bzzzzt Gotcha Hollers come My chin Gold rings fist Pow Dats got to hurt I spin away Get back here, bitch For my coat Hand grabs I duck, spin, across wood fence my foots run bam bam bam Crac Hole boot kicks Muthafucka Big hands come, boots shuffle, arms out to sides What You think you fass, boy You think you fass, you nuttin but a hollerin billy goat Arms jump, hug I duck, somersault, jump up Back of long furry coat has tear Fog pushes me Dont go away teddy bear Furry coat spins Arm swings I fall away Lamp shines in fog My hands catch cobblestones my legs swing above Cobbles hit my foots Ta dah. What the fuck. crooked...

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