Okay. I wish for world peace,โ Weetzie said. โI am sorry,โ the genie said. โI cant grant that wish. Its out of my league.โ โThen I wish for an infinite number of wishes!โ Those people on fairy tales never thought of that. โPeople in fairy tales wish for that all the time,โ the genie said. โThey arent stupid. It just isnt in the records because I cant grant that type of wish.
Francesca Lia BlockThe circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops of rain caught on Rafe's eyelashes, blinding him as the circus light struck them. He groped for the flap, that slit in the fabric that would reveal her to him. She was on the rope again, her skirt flashing with tiny mirrors, hair braided with petals. He looked up at her, dizzy with it, seeing her face framed in the parasol. There were bluish shadows around her eyes.
Francesca Lia BlockPulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.
Francesca Lia BlockYou always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldnโt go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.
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