As the old year dies, I find myself contemplating the sheer beauty of rot. Everything that was once "noble" or "pristine" is finally succumbing to its true purpose: decay. Isn't it wonderful how much life thrives in a spreading infection?
To my fellow believers: May your boils be large and your lungs be heavy with the Grandfather's sweet breath this coming cycle! To my enemies: I hope you're enjoying your final moments of health... because I'm coming to share the blessing.