The little man came. He brought the stones. He brought the hot stones. He brought one hot stone and one cold stone. He said they bring you peace. He put them by the door and told the snakes they are not welcome. If they come they will not…they will not come. They know. Big catastrophe. No parachute.

One stone hot. Never hold long. This man. He fool. I can hold the stone, I can hold the stone. He doesn't hold. Too weak. Broken man. No one visits him. Waste.

Next stone….you say….cold. Cool. Like room. Not frozen. There is no one who buy ice cream from you. No more. Stone is cold but…it's enough. Not hot. Cold. Place on neck, grow many talents. Show the people….they want to see. This is the big show. 14,000 he owe. I say, get out. No one sleep in my bed. Not with cold stone. You bring money? Big problem. Big Robles.

This is the land where…the dragon. No more. Make believe. Just me and stone. Big money.


This is…too much. You call this man, he bring you stone. You start fresh. No more for me.

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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