Ho Ho No
By despotis
Ho Ho No! I gaze out of the grimy window, wishing you would somehow pass by. Instead, a Dodge Charger runs over a Chihuahua, causing a twice-removed sect of Hell's Angel's rejects to crash their Goldwings into Santa. Their plush toys; safely strapped in some kind of childhood bondage flashback, flying everywhere. Splattered with blood from the discount leather clad Wingers. I'm still gazing, engrossed, all the while my hash browns are taking on a life of their own. Migrating down the counter, toward the jukebox. Struggling to remove the country music and Xmas songs before God realizes the damage that's been done. * I wrote this in a Waffle House after our family xmas celebration, a few hours later, my mother nearly died from congestive heart failure. And where was I? Fucking Waffle House. Written December 25th, 1997 © on May 21 2001 10:37 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Ho Ho No!..."