December 2009
Christmas
christmas here,
this day blows,
full of paper garbage,
and fake bows,
family cooks,
as i sit and hang,
it seems this day is just the same
as every day that remains,
one year gone,
a new one here,
it seems like this christmas
went by in a smear…
“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”
– Douglas Adams (via misswallflower)
“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
– Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five) (via misswallflower)
