The one thing that is never taught by any chance in the atmosphere of public schools is this: that there is a whole truth of things, and that in knowing it and speaking it we are happy.—G.K. Chesterton, "The Boy," All Things Considered.
Vomit makes its way down the toilet bowl with several revolutions of water.
The center of your universe. The toilet bowl water swirls around you, a complete revolution. How many flushes will it take, when your lies are buoyant. Keep calling for a revolution with your shit eatin' grin. You should not try to form words. You can't tell the truth. You don't know how, you've never tried.
Busy adults and curious children. Yesterday at work a small child playing by an opened door. His little arm fit through the gap created between the frame and door at the hinge. If the door would have closed it would have crushed his wrist.
The adult was busy, the child was curious. The image I saw was the door shutting on his little wrist. I was horrified by what could of happened.