The NYT opines on the death of Barbaro. I crush my testicles with a lobster cracker. Both elicit the same low, haunting moan of regret - but only one was carried out in a futile, inappropriate, and misguided effort to know what it is to be human. The other was because I was dared to.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
He Was a Fucking Horse
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