Sadistic Christmas Memoirs

Jesus Christ - the Christ child, etc. It's his birthday, and you better damn well respect it. I've expressed interest in the subject almost every year. I've learned a lot I'd say, too much perhaps. Wrap your mind around this: one little known fact is that a group of industrialists got together about 100 years ago (today) and created Christianity, Jesus's supposed birth date and the subsequent holiday festivity plans. Don't let the history books fool you stupid, this is reality. Scrap the holy wars, the inquisition, the religious malarkey related to the black plague - it was all fabricated (very well as a matter of fact) to get you to purchase a bunch of shit. I hope you're happy. We now measure our success personally and as a nation based on how much shit we purchase. This year the country lies somewhere on the scale between completely fucked up and halfway to the monetary goal. I'm not the one who's encouraging you, keep in mind, but please go out there as soon as is possible and buy a puppy calendar or at least rayon hat. Thanks.

Dio dies of cancer; I dream evil

Dio died because my dog died. In fact, there was no other year for him to die after my dog died. She was the Holy Diver. Think about it:

Shiny diamonds
Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue
Something is coming for you

Shiny diamonds, of course, dogs are like a superior armor to your soul. Dog's have eyes as well, much like cats. Something is coming for you.

Between the velvet lies
There's a truth that's hard as steel
The vision never dies
Life's a never ending wheel

Ah, eureka. The truth is the end of course, and is hard as steel, but a cycle nonetheless. The vision never dies, as is evident in my dreams. Dio was doomed that fateful day in February when the white canine prophet took the last breath. Something did come for him, and he predicted it long ago through lyric. It's all very sad to me.

I dream about my dog every night. That vision never dies. Usually I'm defending her new existence: how did she become relieved of her death? Dio is not so fortunate. He remains dead in my dreams. I don't see him at all in fact (Some light can never be seen). This is also the truth that's hard as steel.

However, the new season is here. It's time to shake the dried, dusty, death from our hair and move on into the warm blue skies and murky, oily waters of the ocean. An era is buried again, for me and for local brooding metalers. God speed.