Day 19 of post Halloween.
Someone has defiled my work space with implied good tidings in a sickening innocent display of holiday cheer via this nauseatingly sweet confectionery delight, wrapped with cellophane bearing the seemingly neutral imagery of snowflakes in their rage inducing attempt to dissuade association with and in particular from a world wide variety of religious traditions they could have cheapened with their corporate logo.
This does not bode well, as I had heard a carol this morning, and was treated to the horrific visage of a Walmart black Friday comercial.
As the struggle through the winter months only has begun to get started, the scales toward oblivion begin to tilt into the cold calculating choking embrace of economic feudalism, as the natural world herself begins to slumber, sapping the energy of all of her children.
The demon which would consume the world has crept in, to pick off the strays in the crowd, tempted by savings to hunt and prizes to gather for the celebration of the darkest night, as it lurches towards wallets and hearts to infuse dread and stress.
Verily, I shall eat you York peppermint pattie, if for no other reason that to rid you from my sight. However, this shall be done with a audio backdrop of satanic metal and the choirs of jubilant nerdy voices which surround me.
I will defy the tiny details, lest they overwhelm me and consume my soul with bliss and goodwill. It will pass over and go through me, leaving naught a mark upon my being, save the destruction of something sweet and beautiful.
Farewell, morsel, trouble my immediate surrounding no more. Pass through, and serve your purpose, to be destroyed in the circle of life, as all seasons must, and be reborn in a form more palatable to my vison in the following equinox.
May we all survive the oncoming storm, but it is clear.
The goth kids held the line, and I honor that in my actions.
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