To Mom's with lost little girls: Give up it's not coming home.
There's this kid in a hospital ward up in Salt Lake City, who I'm fairly certain is battling cancer. But since his mom is a bigot and his dad is a homophobe, he doesn't get the love/care he needs. Which I guess means he's going to die of the cancer. So what happens is some nice lady in a pencil skirt comes down from the 'foster people' or whatever, and she says that she's going to make sure that this kid gets cured of cancer. See, it's her job to make sure kids get what they need, like she makes 60k a year giving to other people in lieu of the fed. This isn't a happy ending though, because the kid dies of cancer the next day. I heard it on NPR this morning. Who's fault was it?
Was it the bigot mom? Was it the homophobic dad? Was it the nice blonde (at least I think she was blonde) pencil skirt lady? Maybe it was God's fault, because it was time for the cancer kid to die and whatever the bigot mom homophobic dad or pencil skirt lady did he was just going to die anyway.
The kid's funeral is on saturday, along with the 155,000 other people in the world who died today.
When I noticed it was raining the other day,
I took a gander to stick my neck out into the black void
and touch God's tears.
They were cold and wet
and warm and dry at the same time.
And the evening smelt of a bonfire.
=Dominic.
