Monday, December 6, 2010

Seasonal Lull

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Only hot sex can pull me out of my seasonal lull, yeah, absolutely, the season being winter, the problem being Christmas. Every holiday not only is a corporate, consumerist holiday, but an occult holiday. I don't even want to get into that right now, but Christmas trees are pyramidal idols with the star Sirius on top, because having an all-seeing eyeball on top is too obnoxious probably, but these trees, or colorful, glitzy pyramids are in homes all across the planet giving praise to the occult world, namely the Illuminati, unbeknownst to the masses, but you don't have to know that to understand that Christmas is terrible. We get sandwiched in between corporatism and religion, the main suspects being Santa Claus and Jesus.

I'm taking a time out from writing this rant, my brain is squishy and incompatible with this line of thought, because I'm hungover from my night of poisoning my body with alcohol. Life kind of makes you do that. I also don't give a shit, I barely care to write this. I'm doing my best to ignore the holiday season. We all know it's bullshit anyway, why further drive the point? I'm being redundant by trying to do so. I just fucking hate it. The only thing that would give me any inkling of interest is if every year, on December 25Th, a man in public is seen on exhibit wearing a Santa Claus costume and there's another man wearing a Jesus get up, and they are displaying acts of passion, like Jesus Christ bent down and on his knees sucking off Santa Claus, and Santa Claus is naturally sitting in his nice wooden armchair, that would warrant my attention, that would be pretty interesting to witness. It's almost like that every year metaphorically though.

Throw in Ronald McDonald and then you'd have a clusterfuck.