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A gashed and gaping pumpkin burns emits a rancid rotting odor greeting pre-diabetic heathens Black cats and screeching bats startle the littlest of the munchers in a city decayed by blood and rust A bridge tilted by a millimeter lords over rushing river and splinters struts in metal fashion before the storm Gladiators hallucinate between concussions Lions and christians and furry huns leap from alleys and dumpsters and gutters Bands play and march and dazzle rippling brass and silver on a field before brazen cheering plebians Hear the song of a thousand dreams a thousand shouts singing out of key uncertainty brings the cacophony down an octave Presidential box matches the drapes Imagination finishes the vision of a short master stroke invoking the myth of the tyrant Setting sun on an amateur showdown in the shadow of an errant arc choking the last gasps from a senile warrior Passing boredom in a controlled climate Cringes in a backseat with no batteries dying echoes of "are we there yet...." Babies and mental patients despair over loss of closeness and peace disappeared into dystopic hysteria Hobbits and goblins and Big Bird frolics in a sanitized concept of Hell among treats and smiles and winks
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
Another Hallowed Eve - Potions and Portents
A gashed and gaping pumpkin burns emits a rancid rotting odor greeting pre-diabetic heathens Black cats and screeching bats startle the littlest of the munchers in a city decayed by blood and rust A bridge tilted by a millimeter lords over rushing river and splinters struts in metal fashion before the storm Gladiators hallucinate between concussions Lions and christians and furry huns leap from alleys and dumpsters and gutters Bands play and march and dazzle rippling brass and silver on a field before brazen cheering plebians Hear the song of a thousand dreams a thousand shouts singing out of key uncertainty brings the cacophony down an octave Presidential box matches the drapes Imagination finishes the vision of a short master stroke invoking the myth of the tyrant Setting sun on an amateur showdown in the shadow of an errant arc choking the last gasps from a senile warrior Passing boredom in a controlled climate Cringes in a backseat with no batteries dying echoes of "are we there yet...." Babies and mental patients despair over loss of closeness and peace disappeared into dystopic hysteria Hobbits and goblins and Big Bird frolics in a sanitized concept of Hell among treats and smiles and winks
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
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