Mark, it must be a combination of this winter's wretched cabin fever and the paint fumes from a prop that I'm working on, but when I saw this, I busted up laughing!
A cold, weathered hand pierces the rust-laden earth of a late autumn night. Reanimated decay becomes the evening's guide. Masked faces bask in the fiery glow of a jack-o-lantern's illumination. A lifeless finger points the direction toward the next porch-lit house. For this is the night of ghouls and goblins and tricks and treats. This is the night of Hallowe'en...
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uhhhh...Alrighty then! :)
Mark, it must be a combination of this winter's wretched cabin fever and the paint fumes from a prop that I'm working on, but when I saw this, I busted up laughing!
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