Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Slit Wrists for Christmas


Maybe I'll slit my wrists for Christmas. A present of red for the white white snow. Maybe I'll snort a little coke and fuck until dawn on Christmas day. Maybe I'll pass out and stay out not waking until the holiday is dead. Maybe I'll roll over and fetch a bone in honor of Christ's birth. Maybe I'll shoot you, offer you a gift of a bullet between the eyes. Maybe I'll become you for Christmas, just one day until I decide to stay. You never know with Eddie. You never know.

5 comments:

Santa said...

I hope you got that throat kick I left in your stocking you asshole.

Bruce Jeffrey Pardo said...

That sounds exactly like my Christmas this year Eddie!

Phoebe Cates said...

My father died coming down the chimney dressed as Santa on this very day 28 years ago.

Save the receipt said...

I received this blog for Christmas and want to return it.

Enemy of the world wide web said...

I googled "bike horn" for Christmas and this is what the internet brought me? I'll never go online again.