Sep 27, 2002

"Do I Not Bleed?"

It seems at times that I am a magnet for cruel little sharp objects that tear at me and draw blood. I attract them. So much so that it seems unfair that my indignance should eventually turn warlike. There is much that can be endured. But there is no reason for it. I tire of enduring. For the love of a balanced diet, give me a break.

When they come from anything but laughter or movie magic, tears are wasted.

posted by Mary Forrest at 2:30 AM | Back to Monoblog


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