tomorrow is thanksgiving.

i am nationless so this means quite nothing to me. i am a brazillian bastard / fake american at best.

my mom will go to work (business as usual) 45 million turkeys will be brutally slaughtered to feed some swine family (business as usual) we.ll blindly celebrate pillaging and raping a culture because hallmark and teevee says so (business as usual) lets give empty thanks under the influence of spirits attained happiness (business as usual)

since i have no delusion of family love and chatter over a carcass at the dinner table, i will see in mulder-vision from noon to midnight. [special agent barbara scissorhands of the f.b.i.]