Christmas Eve the time of greed. A time when our default of hate turns on a sickly and very practiced good cheer. Don't believe it dear reader, its all a sham. A cruel, diseased sham at that.
Went to Mums on the back of the bike with Stu. Also went to Pontyates. Sat in Antz's house doing speed, Mogadons and drink. Well who wants to be around this planet on Christmas?? The festive spirit is a fine idea but we scabbed it over with poisoned good will. Tis a time when enemies will talk to you but none will forgive you so its pointless. There is an art to spite and deceit and humans have it mastered.
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