The Year Butt

time is an illusion. | a collection.

Are you plagued by an arbitrary point on the calendar?

Does the end of the year leave you feeling a ball of living chaos?

Do the bright lights and shining smiles force your heard to grow three sizes and burst into anxious bits of glee?

Does a moment in the reality-construct created by capitalism give you ishy feelings of soon-to-be mouth vomit?

The Year Butt is always right behind you.

Musings, confusion, and colorful language by Candi Bartlett