i am also spending christmas day on my ownsome now it seems.charlotte and the kids were due to go to oxford (her bitchcu
ntmother's) on boxing day but can't due to the car being buggered ...so they are going xmas eve. i'd rather eat glass from a broken small-pox phial than breathe the same air as those stuck-up bastards so i'll be taking sack-loads of drugs and drinking vats of cider solo. doesn't bother me -the nearest to celebrating xmas i ever get is to play "reality asylum" by crass for the baby jesus' birthday.
"i am no feeble christ, not me.
he hangs in glib delight,upon his cross, above my body.
christ forgive.
FORGIVE? i vomit for you jesu.
sh
it he forgives.
down from your cross.
down from your papal heights,
from that churlish suicide, petulant child!
down from those pious heights, royal flag-bearer, goat, billy
i vomit for you.forgive?
sh
it,he forgives.
he hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extent of his vision,
his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
he would nail my body upon his cross,
suicide visionary, death reveller,rake, rapist,
lifefu
cker jesu
earthmover christus,
gravedigger you,
you dug the graves of auschwitz,
the soil of treblinka is your guilt,
your sin,master, master of gore,enigma.
you carry the standard of your oppression.
enola is your gaiety,the bodies of hiroshima are your delight.
the nails are your only trinity,hold them in your corpsey-gracelessness-
the image i have had to endure.
the cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you defile.
you nail yourself to your own sin.
lame-arse jesus calls me sister- there are no words for my contempt!
every woman is a cross in his filthy theology,his arrogant delight.
he turns his back on me in his fear, he dare not face me.
fear fu
cker,share nothing you christ
sterile, impotent,fu
cklove prophet of death.
you are the ultimate pornography in your cu
ntfear, cockfear,manfear,womanfear,unfair,warfare,warfare,warfare.
Jesus died for his own sins,not mine"