Samhain.

my mr. punch puppet/costume is mostly done,
or at least he's as done as he's gonna be considering everything else i've still gotta do.


there actually isn't such a thing as white chocolate,
but when we ran errands today,
that little fact was news to north conway, nh.

oh yeah,
you gotta listen to the misfits today.
loud.
after all,
it's hallowe'en!
and horror punks with devilocks for bangs are definitely the soundtrack.
maybe even the michael graves stuff.
('american psycho', especially)

we have got some people comin' up and over for some fresh flavored funtime feasting.
the bonfire log-cabin stacks are built up and ready for ignition.
samhain always gets a barbarian blaze.
(but not always a danzig)
Nos Galaf Gaeaf, my ninjas, that's the welsh hottness celebrated today...
i should see if i can bake some kornigou, too.
that's the weird french celtic brittany bread shaped like antlers of the winter god...
you already know, son.
that's dope.


we got these vegan marzipan goobieblops-
they aren't half bad.
in fact,
they're only about 49% heinous and 51% awesome!
i mean, some look like dookie biscuits, and some look like flourescent fruit!
but they're not actually either!
tricky treats, y'heard?
hallowe'en, son.


i'm makin' stuffed 'shrooms from a made-up secret not-invented yet recipe...
that's the ingredients, mostly;
stuff, and mushrooms.
i'm sure the hottness is one of the ingredients, too.


the hamburglar, my ninjas,
without even trying.
my union suit, my hat, my tie, a slice of felt with some eyeholes.
wu-tang!


even nature knows what color to wear today.
a last minute mold blossom, special for the day.

so many eats and treats,
so much fun to be had.
happy hallowe'en my ninjas,
never quiet, never soft!