Sunday, 4 December, 2011
soup spoon's on your right
on weekends, im like a psychotic off his medication.
except im on the medication, and im on it hard.
long greedy sweaters and wine-stained light parades.
i spill big cups of stuff.
and make wrestlemania match messes.
gasping at girl guides, yelling at mayors.
i really like tweeting live from various events.
real-really, many more to come.
oh ya? come at me bro.
new west has fun.
the parade and tree-lighting was a big big blast.
simple and soaked, for those who chose to soak.
some day ill have kids, and they are gonna love this time of year as much as me.
it'll be forced, like god, and good grades.
except without the god part of course.
i'd rather pollute my off-spring with daddy's-demons than godyboy's feelings.
bless christianity for this great holiday that we have morphed into our own.
family, friends, hugs, home.
hearty meals, happy moms.
giving rad shit to each other.
good memory talks, over late-night glenayre walks.
it eats me every year, and i eat it right back.
today meg washed my santa hat, but the horrifying scent of last night will last well into the christmas festivities.
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