you are so youtiful to mee

experiment: selfexpression on top of the sunsetting hill that breathes with the wind and the smell of the wetted bark: the computer that laptop macbook generation. youth, toddlerhood, infancy, incapability is where we begin! A roomful of babies is phooey you don't want to imagine their tragedy if left to their own means. Parenting, domesticating what it is is providing which utilities a,,, a baby can not itself. And certainly more than one utility in every case, and what follows, the grief the self-realization, -determination, -demarcation is choosing which you want for yourself. The parents, what they provide —provisions here being: utilities, environments, cognitive skills— greatly inflects what then their young choose for themselves; what precedes is the "xxequilibrating in maturation:" we are formed and desire certain utilities and our moms are like…dafug? Each generation has its growth upon the previous because once the utility is made avail. to generation a (( s.t. |a|<|b| )) generation a will incorporate the utility —with increasing frequency— generating the "provision-precedent" (a coolass term) in generation b. Like, quality-of-life standards. warmth water nutrients stimulation supervision __cultural incorporation ____apparel ____credit ____a bike a skateboard a roller blades a pushcart ____a car! ____the internet think at each level, we fault the ability to provide the things ourselves. We lose the necessary motor stuff it gets stiff sitting out in the garage like that, the performing system just lacks a little bit or something. Can you make dinner tonight? Can you make dinner tonight? proof by harry dean martin (as read by washington irving rhames)

The neutered cat meows licks the crib they built that night, assemblage provided by thhhh-omas of Ikea who led them through his domain the tall halls of boxed, stored furnitures, with the proverb of a martyr The brite giggle of her rattle absent Thoughts tense sensations to adumbrate the retribution of a phantom claw (phantom clawing our nostalgias and exposed feet bony at the bottom of the bed) the tendency of fur to act as a suction pump against innocent skin and mouth and gum. The mother (my wife) turns over her mind recovering its neurotic, recurring flatulence, and the cat returns to its mission of choke choke choke and snip. While slooped on the couch in the living room the husband drops his Beer on the rug his head tilts in that cute way that manfaces get curious as he notices the the strange light, too round and warm, to be of the moon or one of her cousins, pouring out of the baby's room. Shocked that it seems to navigate the various pieces of furniture settles at the foot of the couch, lighting the Beer spill with much of the same pomp and intrepidity as the lost pet that's been the cause of his wife banishing him to sleep on the couch for the last week he does the only thing he's been trained to do in a moment of serendipity. Pull the covers over his head. Start wishing/whimpering until he falls asleep for a nap that will last only one hour When he will be woken brutally by his wife's sounds from that other room "how did you not hear her!": proof that women and felines invented the subconscious to tear apart man stronger, happier, and taller than she.