Wobble, wobble, wobble.
The last of the Turkey has left the building, went to the bathroom a little while ago. Thanksgiving, an American holiday to commemorate this feast the Pilgrims and Indians had. But weren’t the Indians driven away from their lands or massacred by the Pilgrims shortly after this meal we’re celebrating? Oh well, let’s just go out and buy more shit, divert our minds away.
How I am strong, is to know what makes me weak
How I am found, is to know just whom I seek