Icarus
Today my father made wings out of feathers and wax so that we could escape the king’s castle. But I flew too close to the sun and the wings melted. I then fell into the ocean below. I can’t swim. FML
The sub-par, yet slowly improving missives of Tim Hackbarth, man about town in Austin, TX.
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