holiday falsity comes just like the gathering together during a tragedy, when everyone “forgets” their differences & bands in order to defeat the common catastrophe of the moment---
les premiers flocons de neige, dont flottent dans le vent peser sur tous ceux qui s'opposent & regarder, avec un souffle de vent chatouillant le visage, avec un refroidissement simple,
they’ll tell you to explain away the feelings that you feel when the music comes on, when your favorite performer wails, when it hits you in the deepest part of your heart---
if you have lived to see either side of 30, you have been offered a fruitcake--- it might have been round these “holiday” times, when people celebrate their fictional characters
ode to mr. fuckerberg, whose glowing dopey eyed face, is credited for bringing the world facefuck--- this way of connecting all the masses, doing the bidding of the
