7th
July
2008
My friend went down that haunted path and all he got for me were beautiful nightmares
Whenever we go for our Halloween picnic, on the hallowed grounds of a cemetery with mouldy grounds the consistency of ash from which brittle bones protrude like warts in the skin of the Goddess, an ectoplasmic fog trying to cover this abomination with its sticky gauze so as to preserve her decency, we bring a…