One year, I want to attempt a Season of the Witch haunt. With blue stone monolith shooting beams out to Cochran and melting masks on kids. My neighbors would be so confused!
...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...
-Ray Bradbury
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Born with Halloween & horror in the blood. Photographer. Writer. Maker of many things. Connoisseur of horror films, with over 25 years of viewing & education.
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3 comments:
you are the coolest.
truly
Perfect for Oct.30th
One year, I want to attempt a Season of the Witch haunt. With blue stone monolith shooting beams out to Cochran and melting masks on kids. My neighbors would be so confused!
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