we cuddle, smother, fondle, and attend to its every need while it shits on us.
'tis the time of year to work twice as hard and go twice as broke.
and even if you venture past the ignorant misty crowd, you get sucked back in by guilt. the unavoidable guilt that makes you feel like a double headed monster.
no end or beginning to this-just a complaint.
i'll do my duty by calling it "X"-mas.
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