It’s the most wonderful time of the year (nope) so I thought I’d post something fitting this joyous (nope) season. [I used to love Christmas… I really did. But it’s lost its magic.]
I should pause here to say: It is not my intention to offend anyone. I speak for me… for no one else. Well, maybe for Martin Gore. Or… rather he speaks for me.
I’m just going to say it – I’ve always thought this song pretty much summed things up for me. No, I am not going to hurt myself (not intentionally, anyway, but sometimes I’m a klutz… I did smash my hand last week). It’s not the details that reach me. It’s the main theme. If any such higher being exists, am I just here for comic relief?
Yes, I am a heathen. Or something. I don’t know… I’ve never tried to label it. But I don’t see how I could possibly be any other way. This is me.
I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
but I think that god’s got a sick sense of humour
and when I die, I expect to find him laughing