Wonderful View XXXIII

Have a merry, merry

Fucking Saturnalia

O lone wolves of bacchanalia

Be merry, ‘till the bitter end

Winter Mood II

What is it with this winter and holiday thing that just draws me into so much sensation?

I guess the phallic symbolism of the Xmas tree, the blood red tinge of the fat and pedophiliac Santa Claus, the whiteness of the dirt stained snow, just tingles every sanguinary fancy one could ever possibly feel. 

A fancy for sacrificial lovers, and for drive by kills by gangsters, the beauty of blood written on snow splatter…