On-end

Words are in themselves
A metaphore, nothing
but lifeless shapes in certain formations
Plays Catch
With your mind

Fuck. Christmas. Again.

What’s up with these things anyway? Again, I’m pissed off at my heads “need” for a commercial Christmas. One side of my head (the left one, of course) says: “BAH! Using money on people I love, just to ‘prove’ I love them, why can’t we all come together and just have fun instead!”. The other side (why of course, it must be the right one!) sees presents and other stuff, like Disney Christmas movies, clementines, red Christmas soda (that comes to the shops in SEPTEMBER) as precautions for a good Christmas. All things that needs to be bought and be paid for. And then I’m not even going to start writing about the bad conscience one gets from buying a present for someone, just because you know they’ll buy you one! BAH! Fuck!

Ah, this is pointless. There is no point to this post! I have nothing to fucking declare!. I am Jacks enraged gall bladder, and I’ll fucking walk on green to see what happens. It’s not like anyone is reading this shit, anyway.

I’m having a growing longing for money. Is this good? I’m not currently living on my own (nope, no girfriend, just staying at my fathers for the holidays), so my day/night rhytm is somewhat more mainstream again, though I tend to stay up a bit late (as always). The part about my father also makes for more eating, which is good.

Bah! Fuck!

Now, sleep. At least soon. I’ll be up in about eight hours, going to my grandparents to fire up rockets, celebrating a fictional turn of the year. Have you actually thought about that? It’s completely random. Why do we turn the year now? Since we have a twelve-month cycle, why not have the “new year” in the summer, that’s when everything else turns. That’s when the whole world has a cycle change. Like the schools change to a new class, most jobs end, most people change their place of residence and so on. Stupid Gregorian calendar.

Bah! Fuck! Merde! Pardon my French..