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” This house became the embodiment of every childhood dream I had of stability and security. It contained all of my little secret dreams and fantasies about things that I don’t tell anyone for fear of being ridiculed. All of those wishes were finally going to come true in *this* house. I was going to build the world I wanted inside these walls and fences. This is where I found home, where I belonged.”<\/EM> “‘Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice. –<\/EM>Laurie Anderson – O Superman<\/STRONG><\/EM><\/P> —–<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/561"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=561"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/561\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=561"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=561"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=561"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
That’s not fair. That’s not fair to anybody<\/EM>. I’d call my Mother, but she’d just laugh. Hell, that’s what she’s doing now.<\/P>
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And when justive is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom.
Hi Mom!<\/STRONG>
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms…”<\/EM><\/P>
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