House furniture resigning in disgust. Middle children bargaining their way into heaven. Roller skates reversing the aging process. A senator and a shoe, now and forever. Twenty-one ducks, blind and blonde. The curse of a master's degree. The tambourine wars never ended. A heartfelt hello in an ugly man's mouth. One thousand twenty imbecile sons. Each pointed east. Wet down the hairs, lock down the dreams. You've made wonderful choices. Let me help you into your fit.
Chris Weagel
Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.
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