Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.
BromYou can never be done with music. No more than you can be done with breathing. The day you quit is the day you die.
BromYour dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
BromThen let us go and be terrible.
BromHow will I make a people who do not understand the power of belief believe? And without their belief Mother Earth will wither and Yuletide will fade...and so, too will I...like all the spirits and gods before me.
BromThe truth is there is no Devil making you torture, rape, murder, and sodomize one another, or making you destroy the very land that feeds you. There is only you.
BromJust be careful what you say. Don't upset him."
"You mean the Grumpus guy?"
"It's Krampus.
Krampus reached over and wiggled one of the nails protruding from Jesse's leg.
"Ow, fuck!" Jesse cried. "Watch it. Goddamn, what's wrong with you?"
"You still live."
"Yeah... I still live. Lucky me.
Jesse couldn't picture a more desolate setting to meet his end. He watched the water drops gather and slide down the windshield, remembered how as a child he'd pretend they were eating each other, tried to pretend he was sitting in the back of his daddy's car now heading over to Grandma's for dinner.
BromKrampus's voice trailed off, he glanced at Jesse. Jesse's head lay on his shoulder, his eyes closed; there came no sign of breath.
"It appears I am talking to myself." Krampus crossed his arms atop his chest and grunted.
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