The Greater Good.

I will make you,
I will this, I will that.

Beneath the stains of time, the feelings dissapear, says Johnny. He also says, I'm someone else, and that he is right there.

I will have all his empire of dirt. And he will let me down. He says that if he could start again, he would keep himself, that he would find a way.

Well, wouldn't we all? That is no brainwreck. We all go away, they all go away, you all go away. I go away. To start all over again? And to have again a crown of thorns? To sit again upon a liar's chair? To watch you all go away?

Why not?

But I just don't care.

I don't care anymore.

Then, again... it's christmas. It's been a long, long year. Right, Santa?

Who the fuck cares about anything anymore? Who's on your White list?

I don't want anything.

Marry christmas.

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