dammit, missed posting yesterday, breaking an uninterrupted run since July. Christmas is kicking my arse, and I spent most of yesterday just flat-out exhausted. Also I’m on-call for work this week up to and including Christmas Day itself! But a pain shared is a pain doubled. So.
Even as I’m sick of the song, hearing “you scumbag, you maggot/ you cheap lousy faggot” play in Asda as I’m doing my desperate last-second shopping and resisting the urge to stab everyone around me (in the general case, home delivered shopping is worth every penny and saves on paperwork and bloodstains) remains legit awesome, and pretty conclusive evidence that punk rock won.
BY THE CORROSIVE SPERM OF BAAL I SHALL RIP THY INTESTINES BODILY FROM THY CORPULENT BOURGEOISIE ABDOMEN WITH MY OWN CLAWS AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
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