my thoughts are overwhelming. i can feel them weighing me down. this town is so depressing. we went cruising and the more i looked the more the streets looked like a funeral. people in black walking aimless down sidewalks and across streets. the old joke "who died?" because a little less of a laughing matter cause i think one day when i wasn't paying attention the whole town died little by little. until the trees were bare. and the wind blew threw each crack in each wall freezing the hearts of the inhabitants. now the funeral starts. the figures line the street. the big tree in front of an important building lit up in irony. merry fucking christmas our holiday is dead. the flashing bulbs. the warning signal. the many colors are not for enjoyment they are for safety.