I've been thinking a lot about my ability to procreate lately and I've come to the conclusion that most parents were irresponsible. How many of them, do you think, honestly considered their ability to raise well-centered, well-adjusted children? Right now, I don't think I can do that. I think I would destroy my child. I think it would grow to hate me, to hate what I had done to it, to hate those incurable beliefs that I had planted into its soft, unsuspecting, innocent soul. I would never do that. I don't want to.
I think most people nowadays are mistakes. Weak daughters raised by weak mothers who were themselves weak daughters raised by weak mothers. Weak fathers. Powerless and impotent and selfish and cowardly. Brutal, neglectful, uneducated, incompetent. Mama's boys and poor little rich girls fucking to spawn idiot, angry children so stupid their anger yields nothing but self-destruction, self-pity, self-mutilating selves. Fuck mistakes. Fuck people.
-I
If I could turn back time....I'd set it to zero.
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Some "mistakes" are love children.
And that's so beautiful, it hurts.
this post seems angry. (i apologize for the "seems." I don't like to "seem" things.) i want to kiss this anger away... kiss...kisss...kiss... butterfly, whispery kisses in the heat of afternoon infestation.
there was a mouse on our kitchen counter today I.
xo
oh ps... this post is beautiful.
angry can be beautiful.
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