I don’t know what to do with my tongue…
A few years ago I was lucky enough to be able to visit New York City on my honeymoon. I was able to see the Freedom Tower during construction, and it was powerful even though it was only part of the way done. I will never forget this moment, whether it was in 2001 when I watched the unfortunate attack on tv, or when I visited the site in 2012.
Short time, long days.
Unnecessary evils protrude.
Biting, kicking, loving, sadness.
This is no worse than the shit I clean.
I can’t go on pretending this is fun.
Apparently our son likes a good French tickler.