Thursday, December 24, 2009

crappy christmas

Waiting for Santa Claus. To kill him.

Went through a roller-coaster of shit this year. And hate, anger, euphoria, have been my fuel.

Right now, I got nothing. I am enjoying the fact that both my brain and the cavity which used to house my blood-pumper is empty.

Totally empty.

I do not feel anything. I am thinking of nothing. You have no idea how much of a relief this is.

When my ears were ringing. I saw white static. For, like, five minutes.

Nothing really matters. No one matters. And that's as good as it gets.

C'mon, Santa Claus. C'mon.

Imma stay up all night, if it weren't for this sore throat and slightly high temperature, which I'm hoping is not the start of a bronchitis flu.

Last night, my uncle's ghost came to see me, but I killed him again and ate him up. He told me tonight, there would be three ghosts or something.

Tomorrow's Christmas lunch seems taken care of.

Oh yeah.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all!