Darker than a Backbay back alley, the night comes
swiftly across the road to greet you.
There is a low, almost subliminal, atonal
vibration that begins behind your spleen.
There it is again!
What is going on?
A fog appears, as if pushed from behind a grave
stone, wrapping around an eerie yellow light.
Something flutters from above!
A scream cuts through the cold air!
Ah, no, wait. That was me. I just
realized we are out of peanut butter cups.
Happy Halloween!
(hey, we did a movie of that night...
and the production leading up to it.
Check it out here
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