This Is Christmas Metazen

39. A bracelet of shiny semen.

40. Silver bells.

41. A drop of your beard-cheese. To pack tight, to smoke.

42. _______ ‘s head on a sharpened chopstick.

43. Tantric lip gloss.

44. Nick, do you like TV, or something better?

45. Extra towels.

46. Four butt plugs made of pinecones.

-Shut the fuck up. This is your deal. I wash my hands.

-I’m nauseous.

-Then get sick alone. I’m not holding any hair back. I’m gone.

47. An ability to teach the game.

48. Remove that type of thinking.

49. A cure for struck nails.

50. Or to have them never die when I am in attendance.

51. Chaos. Costumes.

52. Reliable stop-valves (I mean for life).

53. All those glitter-births.

54. Nick, your lips amaze me. Do lips amaze you? I can imagine the history of man that was built on simply the workings of this: lips.

55. Indentured elves.

56. A disturbing miracle. Like fucking an ear successfully.

57. A parachute.

58. Wooden bowls of _______’s veins.

59. A monolith of tofu.

60. An ice machine on wheels, a little green wagon I pull behind me. If all else fails, I will fll my ice machine with rain and sell my ice to the goers.