Just a few days after doomsday, we have Xmas.
Unable to come up with a coherent narrative for this most western of festivals on the cusp of the Qinghai-Tibet plateau, I will summarise in a list of sorts:
Unable to come up with a coherent narrative for this most western of festivals on the cusp of the Qinghai-Tibet plateau, I will summarise in a list of sorts:
- cutlets of bony fish
- half-knitted scarves
- sparklers on a stolen pine tree
- a blessed silversmith from Henan with his Mary Kay helper
- a four minus one cheese pizza
- a bastard freezing walk, a runaway bus and a disco taxi
- a lama playing fur ball
- three colours: cointreau and ORANGE, GREEN dropped in SILVER, and an apple in a box.
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