I watch the death throes of a diseased and despondent year. I watch it die in pain and wonder if I should smile. I wonder if it is dying from the pangs of painful labour, or is it a major bout of diarrhea.
I await to see with little hope, watching with eyes overgrown with cynicism. If in its dying push, would it birth a beautiful baby, or fart into existence, a little piece of shit.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Watching the Witching Hour
Posted by Terence69 at 12/31/2008 06:00:00 PM
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