Some bullshit corporate white American penis measuring ritual. Where the wealthiest people show off there power, and the poorest spend every last bit of their paychecks just to spend some warmth with each other. During icey ass December everywhere is reverberations of peppermint smell, and some kind of 50's music nostalgia that makes a combination that always makes me want to vomit. People's emotions ranging from a general sense of dread and depression mixed with an air of pending disappointment. Christmas for me always meant some new product, some dumb TV, and some church shit mixed together.
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That doesn't explain that unmarked sled flying all over dropping shit on people in the dark of night.
- Diego
Chrimtrails.
And a new phrase is coined...