[font=comic sans ms]Commercialism. Ah yes, the least great accomplishment of man, it slowly seeps into everything that used to have meaning and puts a price tag on it. Christmas is a prime example of how this leecherous little pain in my bum keeps spreading. Always you see kids WANTING more and more, never ASKING. They look forward to Christmas as the time of presents and things as such, but it\'s all really in the magic of the season. At least, it used to be. I can\'t say anything for now, though.
Anyone else out there hate this oh-so fake season that used to hold special meaning?[/font]
Reality swirled in a wholly blue manner, revealing absolutely nothing of merit. Things flashed madly in and out of existence like some entirely other sort of phenomena. On a whim, Kurt Vonnegut imploded, taking a sizeable hunk of Massachusetts with him. However, seeing as Massachusetts wasn't entirely sure it existed, the chunk wasn't all that big.


