Happy Halloween boils n’ ghouls
Ya know it’s funny, or maybe not so much that I always make a big whoop-dee-doo about this day, but always am into something else at the exact time
This is because I have been divorced from usualness since that big hit by the Backstreet Boys, the true Halloween spirit is communal and that is far away from me now
I am of no matter, it’s obscene of me to utter anything
To the ubiquitous being a bad memory that humanity moves on from, by taking stock in a personal matter, for there to be a sense of gravity to what we say and do, for it to even matter, is that still possible?
I post this to acknowledge that there was a communal sense felt, and it is all treasured in the memory.
Autumn is a death, the crops are covered in snow, the winds howl, the daily news anachronistically forces effects upon you basic yet it feels more significant at this juncture, may the corrupt see justice, and along with justice may there be added peace and hope for victims far and wide.
This is because I have been divorced from usualness since that big hit by the Backstreet Boys, the true Halloween spirit is communal and that is far away from me now
I am of no matter, it’s obscene of me to utter anything
To the ubiquitous being a bad memory that humanity moves on from, by taking stock in a personal matter, for there to be a sense of gravity to what we say and do, for it to even matter, is that still possible?
I post this to acknowledge that there was a communal sense felt, and it is all treasured in the memory.
Autumn is a death, the crops are covered in snow, the winds howl, the daily news anachronistically forces effects upon you basic yet it feels more significant at this juncture, may the corrupt see justice, and along with justice may there be added peace and hope for victims far and wide.
46-50, M
