25 April 2006
A Memoir From the Age of Bruises
You kids don’t remember what it was like back then. We were all just so clumsy. Ran into everything and anything about thirty eight times a day. Something wrong with our brains is what the scientists all said it was. Maybe they were right. All I know is I had bruises all over me all the time. Like I was some kind of vase with flowers stuck in me. I got pictures. You want to see? Yup. That’s what it was like. Before they put that stuff in the water to fix us good, we all looked just like this.
Labels: Memoirs from the ages
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