mischief night.

tonight, neighbors-
i expect all y'all to be out amongst the cars and buildings,
creating unrest and fomenting disquiet in the name of deviltry and deviousness.
late night darkness-aided fullish moon scampering rascal jauns.
like, whatever scamps do.
you know:
pulling pranks.
writing on glass with soap.
putting toothpaste on the underside of doorhandles,
lighting poop on fire on doorstops and running away,
crank calling heavy breathing-style,
shaving cream bombing,
toilet paper mummifying,
throwing rotten applesauce at passing vehicles (it's an egg substitute, dummy)
and generally creating minor disturbances of an impish goblin spirited nature.
it's mischief night, ninjas.
and that's dope.
also sort of dope?
uh-huh.
hallowe'en tattoos.
once a year, i get a little bit busy on my friend meredith.
she only gets hallowe'en-themed tattoos, yo.
this year she wanted a plumpy dumpling of a witch with the thickness.
for serious.
check the teleport:

yuuuuuuuup.
someday, i'll do tattoos with background.
but not today.
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truth be told,
(and it always is)
i'm plenty under the weather.
not sick like germs and sh!t,
but broken by some other other dirty business.
if the rambling rants from yesterday didn't clue you into that tidbit,
you most likely didn't read 'em.
ummm.
yeah.
i guess full moon crazy person activation is going to eleven these days.
my favorite season, my favorite holiday, and i'm kind of not feeling it.
the tainted unsainted days that follow seem to be weighing a little heavily on my head.
maybe i should get used to it?
...
i'm so not getting used to it.
there's rain up here. no perfect maelstrom. no end of days assault.
it IS very wet, though.
and that's uncomfortable.
discomfort is the name of the game.
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go break some sh!t, kids.
it's mischief night;
never quiet, never soft.....7x36