it seems like everyone is so charmed by Santa's magical wonder.


the streets are so lilted up with bright lights that can cause fire hazards and dying children.

pictures snapped by tourist from various countries and locals alike, smiling blindly to the one second of flash to get a good side of them.


the month of December marks the last lap of the year, everyone trying to impress and acknowledge each other's presence with presents.
cheap presents.


cheap sales everywhere.

shoplifters lurking in crowded corners of Calvin Klein's,

snapping price tags
and carry big bags.


turkey and wine by the evening, sex and orgasm by the night.


mums slits into their satin night dress.
caress their husband's hairy legs.
its a holiday.
the only time they get to play with that stick of joy.
savoring while it last.
like a loose carnivore.


glowing faces on the Christmas morning.
well, sex is everything.


morning comes, so does the lies, young children's innocence,

tormented.

santa fucked mummy, ate the cookies and drank the milk.

that they dont know.

Merry Christmas.

my new year's resolution,


ME comes first.

and be nice.




oh the alcohol's killing me.