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. . . . . entries for 24.10.05 . . . . .
To argue with a parent is to act with a futility most nearly matched by that exercised by a fish flopping about on the deck of a ship, slapping the planking with its fins as if they could pierce the salted-down wood, as if the deadened sap would move again and flow like blood from the little tiny scratches inflicted by the poor little bastard's scales.
Writing overly-detailed, run-on sentences is my way of punching walls.
Edit: I invite the inspired to write a better badly-written metaphor for parent-child conflict. Go on, do it. You know you want to.
[] . . . ees @ 7:59:00 PM
come home?
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