Yearly a young sapling emerges into warms and is systematically cut down in order to give way to the holidays,
A little speck of inspiration that itself inspired to grow extremely tall at one point in its life but cannot now for abomination of selling spirit.
Can you truly underestimate the idealogy of the masses though, who see upon this young tree and epitome of jolly tidings,
it should be their perrogative to value its budding growth in whatever way they want, so that when they cut it down
they believe it should find solace in bringing them a greenish warmth of its forever green dying leaves.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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