10-24-2018, 12:02 PM
I thought Monday was Halloween. I still have a whole week. And I'm enjoyed. Is that the word IN THE JOY of it. When the macabre turns people on? . . . You know, we always have this October boost. The real trouble comes when fall is over, whether or not us sad souls are going to be raging in poetry. Springtime doesn't even get that poetic boost. But I reckon people are making all their real-life bad decisions at that time. Wait till fall, the falling-out, to write about it.
Now The Cult of Chucky is on. And the girl in the wheelchair is looking pretty damn good on this cold, lonely night, in this foul year of our Lord, Twenty and 18.
And what about real books? Books you can smell, feel the texture of, divine the history of hands they've been through? What about them books?
Now The Cult of Chucky is on. And the girl in the wheelchair is looking pretty damn good on this cold, lonely night, in this foul year of our Lord, Twenty and 18.
And what about real books? Books you can smell, feel the texture of, divine the history of hands they've been through? What about them books?