There is a green fairy that lives in the absinthe. It wants your soul.

...but you are safe with me.

remnants of a halloween prop that fell flat. along with the rest of the mina harker costume. a sure sign that my string of dark literary references is at an end.
screw it. next year I'm going as jem.

rite of passage

I'm intrigued by what's involved in this transition. There's an important leap between "that lazy bastard Jones who never mows his lawn" and "Old Man Jones--he rides his tabby through the air and has shovels for hands, you know".

Happy full moon. It's sure to be all the more potent after the lunar eclipse.

this one just came out of the swamp

It's been on the fridge for months. It started as the vehicle for simple remonstrance. Turns out that I just grin at it and pat my belly in warm piggy accord.

curiouser and curiouser.

there was some kind of sub-aural humming going on at five this morning that wasnt the harley next door. I can't be sure, but I believe it was chatting with the bowels of our fridge. possibly consulting it on whether empty jars of orange marmalade actually exist.

hallows

the fates, moirai, maiden-mother-crone. many titles, one spooky trio. halloween appropriate.

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