desidia

I love how my subconscious is intimately familar with The End of The World.

I love that when I dream of it I get an overwhelming sence of dj vu.

I love that it is simulataneously an event and a location.

Keep in mind The End of The World is entirely different from The Rapture or The Apocalypse.
The End of World is the death throes and collapse of a planet and is in fact, natural. The other two of course, by definition are supernatural and will chiefly affect just inhabitants and the surface.

Theres nothing I can really ask for Christmas. Besides, its just the zombie-corpse of a raping of a pagan holiday by Christianity controlled by the voodoo priest of Capitalism.

... I think I had more materialistic words to share as well but they've been forgotten.

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ah, I remember now. Mail. I want some fucking mail. I'm waiting on packages from Canada and the Amazon (dotcom). I'm waiting on Christmas cards from Seattle. I'm waiting on postcards from South Africa. Fuck man, all this shit was supposedly sent ages ago. Damn holiday congestion, it worries my paranoid mind.

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Okay, you can scratch South Africa and Amazon off the list; now to wait on Canada... I don't think anythings coming from Seattle.