i guess i'll never know.
INTERNAL INCONSISTENCY
SHITE
i see santa hanging from the chimney. he's holding a bell on his right hand - frozen, beguiling, silently watching me. he seems to have a grin on his face. but i'm not really sure if it's a grin or if he's just pouting his fat lips. upon closer scrutiny, it's not me he's watching. it's something that's on me. my sweatshirt, maybe? my chocolate bar? my glass of water? the chair i'm sitting on?
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