Dangerous Compassions

curse of the writer

“You’re the one slinging accusations of purity, not me!” Ming just read me from a facebook argument, which I found funny.  “How do you sling an accusation of purity?” I asked.  “Wouldn’t that be nothing?  Like slinging air?”  The idea of snow.  The idea of a fluffy cloud. He mentioned a friend who specializes in… Read More »