how appropriate.
halloween, and my skull teeth are chattering
chatter chatter chatter
cccold in hhere.
limbs quiver
full body shiver
holy FUCK it got cold fast.
closing the windows too late, drawing a hot bath with epsom salts,
covering the dog with a wool RCMP blanket and he groans out here alone in the living room,
what happened to my LOVE of halloween?
it used to be the biggest night of my life... now its just ...
well, it's just another night.
(save for, of course, the annoying echoes of the firecrackers.)
something wicked this way comes.
Or at least I hope.
Give me a headless horseman,
Give me a bony grasp around my neck when I slip under the hot water of the tub,
Give me a hallucinogenic grin on the face my my great dane after I turn out the lights in the bedroom... white toothed, looking sideways at me and in an elvis sneer,
give me a candle that re-lights,
a dimly lit hallway that makes me think of a 6 year old girl behind me that isn't there,
an oven that is too warm without ever being on,
give me a bleeding gash on my face after dreaming of the romans,
give me a hard on from her 17th century mouth.
Give me something I can feel dammit!
I really need it.
That night back in New York -- you bastard... You think that little girl was scary?
That long dark hallway in that hotel, as Loren and I were getting off the elevator... that little girl at the end of the hallway... so scared, but somehow smiling, reaching out to us with her arms for a terminal hug...
You think that was scary?
come on...
Comon.. you can do better than that.
gimme something.
ok.. just kidding.
don't.
halloween, and my skull teeth are chattering
chatter chatter chatter
cccold in hhere.
limbs quiver
full body shiver
holy FUCK it got cold fast.
closing the windows too late, drawing a hot bath with epsom salts,
covering the dog with a wool RCMP blanket and he groans out here alone in the living room,
what happened to my LOVE of halloween?
it used to be the biggest night of my life... now its just ...
well, it's just another night.
(save for, of course, the annoying echoes of the firecrackers.)
something wicked this way comes.
Or at least I hope.
Give me a headless horseman,
Give me a bony grasp around my neck when I slip under the hot water of the tub,
Give me a hallucinogenic grin on the face my my great dane after I turn out the lights in the bedroom... white toothed, looking sideways at me and in an elvis sneer,
give me a candle that re-lights,
a dimly lit hallway that makes me think of a 6 year old girl behind me that isn't there,
an oven that is too warm without ever being on,
give me a bleeding gash on my face after dreaming of the romans,
give me a hard on from her 17th century mouth.
Give me something I can feel dammit!
I really need it.
That night back in New York -- you bastard... You think that little girl was scary?
That long dark hallway in that hotel, as Loren and I were getting off the elevator... that little girl at the end of the hallway... so scared, but somehow smiling, reaching out to us with her arms for a terminal hug...
You think that was scary?
come on...
Comon.. you can do better than that.
gimme something.
ok.. just kidding.
don't.
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I just got off the tele with my brother in law, they took their kids out tonight. I hear it was raining there as well. My sister said that my oldest neice (4 years old) almost got shot with a roman candle. I got very angry.
Is there no consideration for that of small and younger children in urban areas who are out to get candy and have fun? Whats with these semi young retarded punks having to think that they need to play with firecrackers or fireworks? is it fun to them? I cant argue that fireworks arnt fun, but when ya almost hit a 4 year old girl, someone needs to seriously pound those pukes into the ground.
Halloween used to be a huge thing for me too, get dressed up go party and what not, and now its just another night, but the feeling is sorta the same. In a sense I like to think of the fun I had when I was younger and make my best effort to pass those memories on to other children today. Its the best treat I can offer them, way better than a kitkat bar and a bag of sweddish berries. But in their minds, the candys way better of course. But as long as they smile and say thank you, thats good enough for me.
and damn straight, it got bloody cold just like that.