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this whole "lighting of the macy's great tree on top of yuppiepalooza-lite lenox mall" has always struck a southern grotesque-nouveau chord in me, something flannery would have written about if she was marisha pessl's age this year.

and watching monicakauffman whateverhernewlastnameis stumble over the name of a third day album, and then hearing their local-affiliated contempo-creed thuuurmmhurrrgghh-ing through an xmas song which sounds amazingly like a james blunt tune re-written to say "christ" a lot and not mean it as an expletive , as the thronging, hungry, huddled masses (screaming "me, me, me") wait for a fucking red light to come on inside a giant tree perched atop a shopping center to signal the start of spendathon06....
god, if it was possible for something to be MORE non-offensive, especially to the southern focus on themoneyfamily set, i think it would be wrapped in marshmallow-scented rabbits and pink fluffy unicorns.
and it would then involve youknowwho. he who must not be named on the high holy days:

also, why does no one ever invite leonard cohen to their holiday parties? he has a lot to say about jesus.
maybe they are afraid he'd bring his good buddy nick the stripper. who knows?
and watching monica
god, if it was possible for something to be MORE non-offensive, especially to the southern focus on the
and it would then involve youknowwho. he who must not be named on the high holy days:
what did this guy do today?
also, why does no one ever invite leonard cohen to their holiday parties? he has a lot to say about jesus.
maybe they are afraid he'd bring his good buddy nick the stripper. who knows?