Sunday, April 18, 2010

On Childhood Grudges

You remember those little multi-colored polished rocks you could buy in museums and science stores or random Native-American-themed rest stops along a dusty highway? Those pretty little pebbles in every color imaginable?

I fucking hate those things. Fuckin' rocks look like candy, but you can't fucking eat them.

And now I want candy. Great.

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