I believe this post descends to the level of merry pranksters, and demeans the sniffy ambience of New-Worlds, and its strict standards of intellectual high-uppity-ism. Mellaril to the admin department, please.
Is this the work of your Godless Child?
Happy Hallowe’en! (Why the quote mark? Some pagan insider stuff, I’ll bet. Spill the guts, please.)
The term Halloween, and its older spelling Hallowe'en, is shortened from All-hallow-even, as it is the evening before "All Hallows' Day" (also known as "All Saints' Day")
I believe this post descends to the level of merry pranksters, and demeans the sniffy ambience of New-Worlds, and its strict standards of intellectual high-uppity-ism. Mellaril to the admin department, please.
Is this the work of your Godless Child?
Happy Hallowe’en! (Why the quote mark? Some pagan insider stuff, I’ll bet. Spill the guts, please.)
Comment on October 31, 2006 @ 2:21 pm
That's the way my momma spells it and she's always right. Now don't you be dissin' my momma!
My godless child did help out with arranging the puke- though I stabbed the rotting gourd myself.
From Wikipedia -
See, my momma's right.
Comment on October 31, 2006 @ 2:27 pm
Pagan! Pagan!
And using Wickid-pedia to boot!
‘I stabbed the rotting gourd myself.’
It was an old pumpkin or something? Is this a green thing, like, last year’s pumpkin or something? Ewww.
I’m dressing up to be MAN-MAN.
Comment on October 31, 2006 @ 3:53 pm
Original Sin
Original Sin
This is what comes of
Original Sin
Original Sin
Original Sin
Can hold it down it’s
Original Sin
Spirits are fun
Spirits are cruel
If you beleive in one
Then why not the son?
Original Sin
Original Sin
No matter how slices it’s
Original sin
Comment on October 31, 2006 @ 11:05 pm
Yeah, the woman and the apple thing. They’re always doing that. I hear ya.
‘What’s that dear? Right away!’ Sorry, Sen, gotta go. Love the poem.
(Naked and smiling, I hope?)
Comment on October 31, 2006 @ 11:15 pm