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08.26.99 11:06 a.m.
-Oscar Wilde
"Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attraction of others."
Created on 7/19/01 from a letter written to a Sarah.
Response 2020.09.04
I think most people are dumb. But girls are far more apt to not WANT to be dumb. Boys are often rewarded for it.
I am not discriminating against less intelligent people, of course, just people who are voluntarily and proudly ignorant. I just heard a story about a woman who kept going back to a doctor who was OBVIOUSLY raping her, purely because he had the bible on his desk, so he could do no wrong. She was very, very dumb.
As for the taxation of certain younger lasses and such, they are not as valued a citizen as I am. They are still pretty much the slaves of your parents. Though less so than someone who is fifteen.
If I ran away, the police wouldn't care in the least, as I am a legal adult. If Sarah ran away, the cops would care enough to maybe ask her to go home. Ms. Fifteen Year old would be captured and returned to her parents ASAP and anyone near her would be charges with kidnapping and contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
If your parents are friend with the chief of police, even if you ARE 17, they will probably try to charge anyone around you (say... a blond boyfriend) with everything they can. They can't actually DO it, of course. But they can charge said boy.
Hypothetically.
reading: my Miranda rights
listening: my mother regarding my curiouslywanting: Freedom
interesting
thought: Orcas (killer whales) kill sharks by torpedoing up into the shark's stomach from underneath,
causing the shark to explode.
Thomm Quackenbush is an author and teacher in the Hudson Valley. He has published four novels in his Night's Dream series (We Shadows, Danse Macabre, Artificial Gods, and Flies to Wanton Boys). He has sold jewelry in Victorian England, confused children as a mad scientist, filed away more books than anyone has ever read, and tried to inspire the learning disabled and gifted. He is capable of crossing one eye, raising one eyebrow, and once accidentally groped a ghost. When not writing, he can be found biking, hiking the Adirondacks, grazing on snacks at art openings, and keeping a straight face when listening to people tell him they are in touch with 164 species of interstellar beings.
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