With a sigh, I push these long black bangs out of my heavily lined eyes for a moment to wish you a merry gothsmas, and a dark wave new year. May the inescapable blackness of soul-destroying necropocalyptic doom bathe your heart in nihilism and agony, for the brief time that remains before we accept the sweet embrace of the cosmic gallows and exit this mortal coil. I shed an involuntary tear of holiday boredom in your general direction. Also: try the figgy pudding.
YouTube embed: "Christmas Mourning," by Type O Negative (thanks Melvillian!)
(phone snap: Xeni.)
