Does the end of the year leave you feeling like a ball of living chaos?
Are you plagued by an arbitrary point on the calendar?
Does a moment in the reality-construct created by capitalism give you ishy feelings of soon-to-be mouth vomit?
Do the bright lights and shining smiles force your heart to grow three sizes and burst into anxious bits of glee?
The Year Butt
time is an illusion
The Year Butt is always right behind you.
Musings, confusion, and colorful language by Candi Bartlett.