The myth of perfection is a corrupted and fake thing that insists and subsists on your being.

Le mythe de la perfection est une chose corrompue et faux qui insiste et ne subsiste sur votre être.

On the first Noel, a star shone in the heavens, announcing the birth of Christ.

NOEL.

A poem about Christmas that a lot of my fellow man will be going through this year in this tough economy.