Comfort for the Afflicted: A Deranged Christmas

"I was undergoing all the conflicting frequencies and vibrations of this reprocessed, moldy-cheese laced cage we carelessly scurry about in. Frightened and bitterly scavenging for the filthy resins of all the recycled illusions we can shoot back into the veins of our unresolved lives. The cry of humanity. The 'Poor me, ' and the 'Fuck you!' BellaRae began cracking up, then I realized I was spouting this gibberish out loud... We were riding the same wildly weird wave. And stranger yet, there...