Dying Baby Bird
This is not a pleasant story. and yet, this story is very me. and so I will tell this story as honestly as I possibly can. “Loooooooooooooooooooooorieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen?!” My grandmother was calling me from her back deck. I ran down the stairs and outside my aparment to find her leaning over the side. “Q.T. [the cat, Quintessential Thespian] has been bringing in more playthings.” Uh oh. “Yeaaah?” G: “Yesterday it was a dead cardinal and I had red feathers all over the kitchen floor.” L: {laugh} “Okay?” G: “Tonight it was a baby bird.”...
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I vote as a libertarian constitutionalist influenced by Hayek and Burke, and I think as an anarchist guided by the biblical principles of liberty. My government is strictly bound by the U.S. Constitution. I have fenced foil in a diaper-suit and run for political office in a skirt-suit, but my shoes were always fabulous. Both dreadful politics and inspiring design are likely to make me teary. and yes. I’m a tshirt ninja.
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