oh the short break from blogging has only marginally dulled my need to relentlessly rant on subjects of minuscule importance. like the obeisance of a child toward his/her parents. or the inordinate influx of beyond-senseless reforms. yet today, i shall scantily dwell on such menial matters, if at all.
i have a story to put forward that i feel, strongly, holds much meaning, extraneous or not, that is for you to decide. figured names and details matter not.
a wise father once told his growing son, who almost always threw tantrums around the house when being ordered around [ oops is that obeisance? ], that every single time should he get angry, he must gather the old nails that were once part of the wooden shack behind their house, to which now the place holds a furtively maintained...argh. i got bored. wait ah. later.
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