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Thursday, 9 September 2010

for my children, an heirloom

My late mother, deeply devout, had a profane moniker for marriage,"sh*t life", she’d curdle, witheringly.

Why then, would I beseech her -- never any the less bewildered for her contemptuous repetition -- do you insist on it as a necessary step in our lives?

Peremptorily she’d spit at me, "because it's everyone's duty to do sh*t life -- thus it is ordained, thus is it decreed!″.

Go figure.

Further, and by the way, for what it's worth, your granny insisted too that no man worthy of trust (should) be -- at least not in a woman’s nor in god’s eye. Manly, (fatherly?), in spite of myself, or perhaps because of it, I am necessitated to concur -- or, at least, pass on without judgement