Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

It's Christmas morning. Not much is going on. I've opened my presents (items of clothing, mostly) and now I'm here talking about it. I, honestly, have no energy to talk about at what point Christmas becomes just another day, but...



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