I said, “you know me well.”

Tidings of comfort and joy, my loves.

I hope you have all been good boys and girls and that Father Christmas brings you something fun tomorrow, or that you have been wicked naughty boys and girls and have made your own fun instead.

I had visions
I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
to see a little bit clearer
the rottenness and evil in me.

I hear the voices in my head.
I swear to God it sounds like they`re snoring.
But if you`re bored then you`re boring.
The agony and the irony
they`re killing me.

nom nom nom

I am so tempted to cast aside everything and devote myself madly to this sweater.