Yours forever, The Christmas Devil. xo

🎵  It’s Krampus, Krampus, he’ll darken all of your dreams…

It’s Krampus, Krampus, running won’t help you get away! 🎵

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Image Credit: D.Balenzano

There was once a pointy pair of whiskered ears, too large not to encourage listening

What horrible things these ears heard and heard!

At about the same time as winter’s dust would fall ever so delicately from the sky;

He would stir and slowly begin to awaken.

Aware while sleeping of misfortunes that did not allow him to get much rest.

Blank faced warriors marching to the ear shattering beat of their mistaken god, Greed.

Oh the lies, lies, lies! “Unable to cure this, impossible to fix that, not enough for everyone!”

Now his work in return had only just begun.

While sharpening his claws he formulates the final draft of his, Better-hope-your-name-isn’t-on-this; Naughty List!

On the chilliest night when everyone is lost in a pill induced sleep-

The bells and rusty chains play a quiet symphony once more.

Their sound slowly gains intensity as he gets closer… then still a little closer

The warning, Brav Sein had been given, what was now put into motion could no longer be stopped.

Peeling open their crusted eyes, The Naughty Ones instantly become familiar with the grotesquely cramped position their body is placed in.

Stuffed into a large basket and dragged, to a fiery pit way down below.

Then, only blackness.

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Trash to Treasure

Garbage

Garbage. One simple, nasty word that can be applied to so many things these days…

The inescapable epidemic of violence, American politics, the web of lies that both the pharmaceutical and advertising industries weave, or the nutrient lacking mountain of chemicals we refer to as our food supply. ALL GARBAGE.

“Poverty is the worst form of violence.” Mahatma Gandhi

One of the views from our Toronto high rise displays the lack of balance in our world. Day after day those that have nothing search through the garbage of those that have too much. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, literally. Poverty or suffering without one’s basic human needs being met is a timeless, universal problem. One that we have obviously no interest in solving.

Where is the balance?

Maybe it’s trapped at the bottom of that stuffed to capacity garbage bin. Under the old stuff I got rid of because I bought some new stuff or the extra stuff I had for a while that I wasn’t using or the stuff I bought on sale even though I already had the same stuff at home…BALANCE.

Most of us can’t even wrap our heads around any reality that is too far removed from our perfect, disconnected, selfish lives. Isn’t posting something on social media proactive? Fuck social media, fuck the little cocoons we build around ourselves while we stare at the flickering blue screens on our cell phones. I dare you just for a moment, to truthfully imagine this:

Once upon a time,

You own and have absolutely nothing. Everything you eat is either a hand out or comes from what you can find in someone else’s garbage. You have nowhere to sleep tonight and every other night…The End

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