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T'was the night before Christmas, and all in this house but one creature was stirring...
Flurries are gathering outside. And although I grew up in the tropics, there is something quite nostalgic about this scene. A Gift from the Faeries. Long nights spent at Jessica's house come to mind. Waking up one day to see her whole backyard covered with a frozen sheath. Nostalgia is fond. Nostalgia comes with it's own card castle comfort. Come on, come on, let's reminisce while they load us up with amphetamines.
Type, type, type, type, type, type.
The tips of my fingers are freezing.
Second shot: goes down with ease. Mix emotion, mix the potion it brings me to my knees. Mmmm, the faint scent of cigarettes, burning, permeates from the ashtray beside me. I want, no, I need to finish this cigarette.
We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas... and a Happy New Year. Who's "we?" The CPU groans with resent.
No regrets? Right, no regrets. None at all. There was never any use crying over what's already been done. It's just like Jesus never came down for these Christians. It's just like if Judeo-Christianity never took reign. It's just like if I were never born. Oh, what did I expect to find? We should keep no time to cry. (Who is this "we?") Pardon me.
Silence can lead to madness. That's why those remotes come with mute buttons. I wish we all were equipped with our own mute buttons.
The faint beeping of the fire alarm seems to beat in resonance with my heart. I should turn the damned thing off. There. Much better.
Take a bow, friends. Take a bow. Mithras ( not Jesus!!! he was actually born in April) was Reborn this day.