a place where the thirsts of the journey of life may be acknowledged but perhaps not quenched
4.13.2011
My life...
Me: What's in your mouth?
A: My fingernail.
Me: Spit it out.
A: spits right there on the carpet
Me: Pick it up and spit it in the trash can.
A: as he walks licks it like a popsicle
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