didyounotice

Some shit I wrote when I was at my mother's for Christmas.

The Golden Age of Hate

A lonesome winter night
filled with Cheers and Best Wishes
NOT!

This is the 'get together' you should have left apart. After a while, the means won't matter, it'll be about the incapacity to evolve in a full circle within the open arms of your beloved ones.

One day, you'll know the end and maybe the meaning of this story. But right now you're stuck in the telling and you're dying for another page, anything not fully written, everything but scealed being.

Hold your head, count to ten. If there is love still, you'll feel ill and won't be able to finish. The telling will end, the story, we all hope, we'll fade.

This is, in short, the vanishing of the hate-feeded Turkey, modern mockery of the Last Meal. Behold and forget the Last and the Meal. A Handful of Mockey!

God, this is depressing...
Be Good!