index | archives | notes Sunday, Aug. 31, 2008 5:38 p.m. << [ Choice ] >> Miniature hands splash the water while the stingrays try to get away. "I don't think they like being touched," he said, and I nodded. What else was there? Your whole life spent in a puddle, being touched by other people's kids. I have days like that, too. My favorite is children on leashes. More specifically, the leashes themselves, in shapes like teddy bears and puppy dogs, dressed up to look like something done for the child's best interest. It's still a fucking leash, no matter how cute or child-friendly it is. Say what you will about my parents, at least they never put a leash on me. At least I always had the choice to run. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org