HAHAAHAHAH!!!!

Yeahhhh!!!

HAY!!!!

YEHAHAHAHA!

When the thought enters your brain, just grab hold. Forget about life's sufferings, the stick in your shoe, the water in your eyes, the chip in your tooth. It all means nothing next to you. Just lift that hand up high, indicate your favor, the flavor, oh, that everlasting shaver. And when they ask you the theme, the motto, the phrase or sentence that gave you the strength to press on, to continue, to endure, well then maybe....JUST maybe...you'll say "maybe it's maybeline".

I'm not the one to blame. No no. Nonono. Not me. Not that child. No. Him. The crouching man. The crouching man took the key. The key to your heart. He clawed at it with 4 month-long nails, crusted with dirt and the remnants of dried fish. He didn't ask. Didn't tell. Didn't make a sound. One swift swipe, and. Gone. For good. Even though it's not the right, maybe it is now. Maybe it is me. Well. Maybe it's Maybeline.