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I really wanted to find the perfect pic for this poem of India's. I couldn't. But it feels incomplete without a visual and i'm no artist so here's one courtesy http://www.flickr.com/.

The listener gasps
Wonder shines
My trials are dragons
Through the shards of time.

A fluttering cloth could well
Be a sphinx
And that purple bolt
A never ending bridge.

The lustful animal
Becomes a man
My passion is his blood
As he stalks the land.

The waters still
As wings take air
Her reflection catches
In Juno’s snare.

My words are all colours
The artists unpaid
This life not charmed
Just a storyteller’s lay.

Maudlin Madam

Just to look at on a slow day

Things that are depressing India today:

1. She hasn’t had a conversation with a man- ever. Boys don't count.
2. Her job is a dead end.
3. Men don’t run anymore. They aren't physically fit. They’ve become too damn dainty. I mean isn't physical prowess over the weaker sex supposed to be their one big advantage?! what kind of dumbf*&ks give that up? I could out walk and out run most. and the civilized notion of a gym is just as bad. Why won't they sweat? sigh. a la daniel craig. different kind of sigh.

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I Believe You Asked For It

Since i'm not India, even with the clues in the comments, I really couldn't say who the anon is to be able to find words on him/her among the Stolen Papers.

I have anonymous claiming to be a superhero who can’t fly. Well… I got to tell you - to qualify for your cape and pecs, you have to have faced your own weaknesses first.
Superman knows that his weaknesses are Kryptonite and mind manipulation. Batman triumphs over the black winged ones very artistically in a gloomy cave. Wolverine decides to put his past behind him and live in the present.
So unless you’ve met, fought and conquered your demons, I’m afraid you’re just a man, who, like other men - can’t fly. But if you’ve looked at yourself long and deep and seen that your strength is your weakness and vice a versa, then get ready to strap on your flyer gear.

First Step: A Horse

Paris mentioned her wishlist recently:
1. Gold plated bangles that she’d espied in a store called Vanilla.
2. a red red top
3. a phone

She got lucky. Mars gifted her the Vanilla bangles for their third month wedding anniversary. (Yep… the two got hitched in a big fat Indian wedding this February).
She went to her favorite store and found a red top. Not the shade from her mind but close.
And I think buying makes her happy anyway. She acts like a woman with focus and a mission. Like someone who found love and knows what to do with it.
Paris has dismissed her desire for a phone but if anyone is in the mood to spoil her. Here’s an option.
India was there too. She danced in the store. A little slide, some shuffle, glide and turn. They were playing Elvis and it was really tough to resist. Paris reveals that her ‘can’t-help-but-dance’ song is Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie. She does the boogie before leaving for work. Incredible.
When they were in college, India used to do this 'demented impression' for Paris when she needed a laugh. I think India's planning on using the image of Paris dancing to Hips Don't lie in the privacy of her room as her own 'i need a smile' moment.
Mars should re-invent the Paris chart that used to be in his room. Add Shakira baby to it.
Mars’ ‘can’t-help-but-croon’ song is ‘Amore’. He’s fun when he’s buzzed. Well… funny anyway.
India’s wishlist:
1. A store like Vanilla with bangles and snow globes, and Michael Parkes' prints in it.
2. Perfect jeans in a magic wardrobe
3. A trip

Careful use of the English language can really rake in wishes at innumerable for the price of three.

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