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ice cold in alex


I have – voluntarily, you understand, and strictly temporarily – been sidelined in our somewhat communal living space to wearing headphones. This is something of an alien experience. Hand on heart, motherf@ckers, it shall not last; it does not even enter the Top 50 in my new year\’s resolution hit list.

So. I trust you are all, my siblings, enjoying the festive respite. If you have not yet resorted to refilling the pump-action shotgun which may or may not lurk at the back of the bedroom closet – or in clear sight if you are a defiant bastard after my own still-beating ♥ ♥ – then you have my utmost respect and ongoing best wishes. Triple A. Upright and cardiovuncular.

But. If they have already wasted you in festive reprisal and removed your festering remains then please accept my condolences.

Ah, f@ck. It is a cold time of the year for the most part, and frostily appropriate if you catch my drift. If your great uncle has offended you and yours I trust you had the good taste to toss in a frag. That is what Yule Tide sinning is all about. Kill the f@ckers where they stand and shit and make amends in the cuntdown to this new year coming. 2010 and still taking prisoners.

I love you all brothers and sisters. If you have made it thus far we crouch united in our thrice predestined shackles and bonds. That is the way it is.

We are immersed in subdued screaming, all of us, and nothin\’ can save us.

Of course, I am a habitual drunk and unbent to salvation, so if you have chanced upon a key in the meantime when no one was looking please forgive my seasonal waffle and don\’t neglect to forward me the turned metal shard. Such donations are sacrosanct.

And if, like me, you are given to masturbatory woe then clearly I have no reason to beg forgiveness.

Peace and love, brothers and sisters, I am forever barking up the wrong sapling. Take it away, Alex.

THE BOX TOPS: TRAINS AND BOATS AND PLANES from \” THE LETTER / NEON RAINBOW\” LP (BELL) 1967 (US)

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