Wishing everyone a happy Halloween...

... and a tres fabulous Pride weekend!

Tricks of the trade

Later we'll blame the weather, the bitch of a mist and a drizzle with a downpour's sneer, but for now everyone knows why we don't get no trick or treaters. It's common knowledge amongst the local children round here, that the house is haunted by some wicked, bad mojo. To say nothing of the least for it's general rep as being the dwelling to a tribe of sinister looking insomni-zombies. Shit, who's gonna stick their fist in that pumpkin fishing for candy? Hell, I wouldn't if I was their age. Mechanical tiny pirhannas hiding in Twix Bar wrappers, ready to snap your finger or tongue off if you're not careful. Golden Apples laced with forgotten epics and marked with a curious capital K - though dipped in caramel you just know biting into them is going to be anything but sweet. That look on the kids faces when they realize the man behind the door isn't wearing a mask at all. Suddenly it's a scene out of the King in Yellow and everyones screaming bloody blue murder.

But you have to try.

What are you gonna do? Be that house? Where the door goes unanswered despite the lights being on and the loudest of knocks clearly resounding. Known as the home of some curmudgeonous old troll, hunched over the TV with spittle and spite. Known for being a nest of snack hording shit birds who will well deserve their ensuing TPing and eggings.

So for those intrepid souls willing to brave the elements and the Throbbing Gristle wafting from the pumpkin lit windows of my abode, there awaits a bounty of teeth rotting goodness in reward.

No masks or questions asked.




"Trick or Treat"

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Off to work I go...