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The convenience of Placing the Blame.

I will blame society

I will blame religion

I will blame the University

I will blame politics

I will blame TV

I will blame magazines

I will blame strangers who shot me dirty looks

I will blame everybody I've ever met

But I will never ever

blame my family. 


  1. our families are totally to blame Most of us are carbon copies, rebellious contradictions or a little of both, screwed up either way?

  2. well, my family is wonderful. I could have gotten awful parents, but I had wonderful bohemian europeans to raise my brother and I. I don't think they are screwed up. I think they may be displaced, but aren't we all?


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