Alt. life: Ghost

Christmas is coming. A time when suicides peak, apparently; a period when the lonely feel their isolation most keenly; and where the baser desires of greed, gluttony and selfishness rule supreme.

What on earth would the Baby Jesus make of it all?

In the spirit of the festive season, I thought I’d give you all my own little gift – although you make not like it at all, and I’m sorry, but you’re not going to be able to exchange it for something nicer when the January sales come!

Happy Christmas! – Alt. life: The Ghost of Christmas Present.

s. x

In the silence of your room
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be no in between
Shakespear’s Sister – Stay


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