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i often think what would happen if i were to make christmas into something more like halloween? more orange and black. altho i do like those white little twinkly lights. they seem to swoop down over my toque and laugh at my silly hair. maybe all things will change over time and sit upon our heads and pick at our invisible thoughts. doesnt chaos only strike when things are lost or missed place? if only we could pick that certain gate and open the end of all dead loving things.