2002-05-28 3:22 p.m. The child was born and the mother spent most days weeping. Or rather, the child was born and spent most of its time weeping. Crying, actually. Weeping is for adults. The child was born and a number was assigned to it. A number cannot be said to be born. Let's say another child was born, huh? This one's a drag. But the other one, hot damn. Liked that one a bunch. Was practically aerodynamic. The other child sailed through the air with little effort on its own part. Let's leave it there, in transit. The other child was everyone's favorite and none of us ever came down. |
1. today is nice 3. happy yesterdays 8. thanks for hosting 4. doing other things |
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