04.16.05

if i was a rich man

I remember each one of you, my abandoned babies. I can tell, from the first glimpse, what you were and why you were born, and perhaps even what I was eating the first time that I saw you.
I wonder now if I have an more space, if I haven�t become infertile, if all the hopes that they had will lay fallow and you will have no more borther and sisters.
Perhaps half-breed mongoloid children.
Most babies aren�t born pretty anyway.

shi-ou-sama at 11:09 a.m.

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