you will have to trust that my parents entered the world after a long absence and that they brought with them no appetite large enough to entertain a child whose sole skill was to avoid being eaten. to continue beyond this point requires a lax diet of forgiveness. I cannot guarantee there won’t be those who will call to you from underwater, fatso. or from trees bowing to your weight. parents are the dark times we know of.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
you will have to trust that my parents entered the world after a long absence and that they brought with them no appetite large enough to entertain a child whose sole skill was to avoid being eaten. to continue beyond this point requires a lax diet of forgiveness. I cannot guarantee there won’t be those who will call to you from underwater, fatso. or from trees bowing to your weight. parents are the dark times we know of.
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