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A civilization's infrastructure at my disposal for no particular purpose: I did not have the wheels the concrete was placed down for; I had no use for the buildings around me.
In homage to my link of the first In-N-Out in Dallas getting 12 comments where my post about Mark Twain's finally released autobiography got 1, I've decided to let you write about what you OBVIOUSLY want to talk about: Fast food. You loyalties, your disgusting stories, your thoughts. Write them in the comments below.
"In each of those cases, homelessness was treated as something novel; it was exoticized, like it's a foreign state that nobody knows anything about. But that's not really the case today, people just treat it so flippantly, with stereotypes, you know? I could address that."
Her laughter stopped abruptly and her brown eyes caught his off-guard. She held his eyes through his terror with a steady and confidence gaze that contradicted and complemented her youthful brightness and pushed him further into fear. Then, “Daddy,” she asked, “why don’t you tell me you love me?”
Let's live up to this interpretation of Hazlitt's call and write a story about our hatreds. I know that emotion is hard to control when we start talking about our fragile core, but spiritual growth necessitates vulnerability.
Now, I shun the sentimental. If you've read one blog post you know enough to question why I share with you this shared quote. If you've seen more, then you may outright doubt what you expect to follow. So let me just tell you: I'm going to discuss the genders.