Lonely on Halloween

For Halloween, We must protect myselves through direct and vulgar confusions: “Dongs off to that!” Says Phillis. “Don’t get bit in the biological illuminations before REM sleep initiation,” says Doug to the cash register manning the woman behind the counter at the Halloween Spirit Store.

In Our grandest moments, we’re memos sent by the Rapture Hat to earth. A vernacular seizing-up happens when we set foot on the old earth of nondead people, when we get back from the mountain.

For Halloween we sing a few Halloween Carols we learned in heaven.

O I wish was in the glove of matter
cedar bark is the best illuminator,
O stenographer,
O stenographer!
O stenographer.
Whoa!

Won’t yous get out on out of that wall,
There’s applications to be done and what-all.
And watch muscles
slip on vacaaaa
-tion soaps, fromyerbones.