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Forget having teenagers; go on and stab yourself in the fucking heart.

Jett Superior laid this on you on || May 30, 2006 || 10:00 pm

Forget having teenagers; go on and stab yourself in the fucking heart.

Piper has a website…more specifically, a blog; from her comments area earlier:

“but you are right, we dont talk. and i dunno if we should start, right now i dont feel comfortable with the idea; every time i think of dominos, or tongue rings, or barns i think of you.”

I liked that fucking kid immensely. He has heart. I hope she’s not very, very sorry somewhere down the line.

How do you flap your arms frantically and wave your kids off the tracks? More importantly, how come you can’t? What’s the overriding reason there?

She was born to another mother, but she is entirely mine. All mine, as a matter of fact. Fuck, you people. Just fuck. This mother shit is hard, when push absolutely comes to shove.

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  1. Coelecanth 5.31.2006

    You, madam, have a knack for asking questions that I can’t answer. Indeed, questions that put the FEAR into me.

    Seems to me that the only way it could not feel hard would be if you weren’t paying attention, which would guarantee a disaster.

    We all make choices that we come to regret, it’s part of growing up, part of life. Hopefully this one won’t have really drastic consequences.

    I for the life of me see how recognizing that would be any comfort, but there you be.

    All the best to you and yours.

     

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