Cheers
Predator Press
[LOBO]
Admittedly, I've had enough vandalism, injustice, larceny and violent fantasy to tide me over all the way until next Christmas. Why beat a dead horse?
All the little freeloading moochers are already asleep -dreaming peacefully of tomorrow's considerable load of swag- and I have some quiet reflective moments to myself. At the behest of my dear friend Lord Likely, I'm making an effort to regain some elements of 'Spirit' before it's too late.
Jesus never showed up to get the cool MP3 player I got him, so I'm listening to it now. And I know Jesus would want to enjoy the spectacular audio capabilities of this fantastic device vicariously through me, so luckily I already downloaded 3.4 gigabytes of vicariously enjoyable music on it last Tuesday.
Man I sure hope the King of Kings likes Def Leppard.
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In my minds eye, I imagine all the things that would normally cheer me up. Like looking down on my vast naval armada from my impregnable fortress on a mountain that rains a hellstorm of bullets and laserbeams on people that get past the electric razorwire, invisible watchdogs and patrolling fighter jets. Or a giant solar-powered robot that throws gazebos and melts busses into slag while simultaneously transmitting unreasonable and contradictory anonymous demands and encrypted obscenities to random global superpowers, interlaced over hi-fidelity Korn and NFL highlights: "... Take that Kevin Rudd! That ain't football!"
But nothing seems to work.
Maybe I've got this whole 'Christmas' thing backwards. I mean maybe I should stop selfishly thinking of other people, and just start thinking selflessly of myself for a change. Maybe I should just face the fact that I have a fantastic, wonderful, beautiful and brilliant fiancé, great kids, a warm home and a full refrigerator ... the world is absolutely riddled with losers I can lord that over! I could start doing volunteer work so's I could help the less-fortunate and really do some bragging: those guys are a total mess.
And with this cheap labor pool, I shall build my sprawling and mighty empire; the triumph of my wisdom and the protection enjoyed under my iron-fisted merciless rule shall bring happiness for generations upon generations.
Wow.
... I do feel better!
[LOBO]
Admittedly, I've had enough vandalism, injustice, larceny and violent fantasy to tide me over all the way until next Christmas. Why beat a dead horse?All the little freeloading moochers are already asleep -dreaming peacefully of tomorrow's considerable load of swag- and I have some quiet reflective moments to myself. At the behest of my dear friend Lord Likely, I'm making an effort to regain some elements of 'Spirit' before it's too late.
Jesus never showed up to get the cool MP3 player I got him, so I'm listening to it now. And I know Jesus would want to enjoy the spectacular audio capabilities of this fantastic device vicariously through me, so luckily I already downloaded 3.4 gigabytes of vicariously enjoyable music on it last Tuesday.
Man I sure hope the King of Kings likes Def Leppard.
But nothing seems to work.
Maybe I've got this whole 'Christmas' thing backwards. I mean maybe I should stop selfishly thinking of other people, and just start thinking selflessly of myself for a change. Maybe I should just face the fact that I have a fantastic, wonderful, beautiful and brilliant fiancé, great kids, a warm home and a full refrigerator ... the world is absolutely riddled with losers I can lord that over! I could start doing volunteer work so's I could help the less-fortunate and really do some bragging: those guys are a total mess.
And with this cheap labor pool, I shall build my sprawling and mighty empire; the triumph of my wisdom and the protection enjoyed under my iron-fisted merciless rule shall bring happiness for generations upon generations.
Wow.
... I do feel better!
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