Much like the month of my birth, the month of October is dedicated solely to me, and how many ways I can make myself look like a character from the most disgusting/magical/mind fucking places of the brain.
This year I let curses guide me. I've been cursing a lot lately. No, not swearing. Just wishing boils, locusts, and bad tasting pasta upon people. It's been that sort of year. I thought that maybe if I let my dark not-so-well wishing ways be expressed in the form of costume, I wouldn't curse so much. I hope it fucking works.
1 comment:
Ooooo! So spookily wonderful! With you in charge of make up we could make a live version of Nightmare Before Christmas! Only instead of mixing Halloween and Christmas, we would mix Easter and Thanksgiving and the Pilgrims would hide eggs and beads for the native Americans to look for but when they went to look for them they would find only the French causing trouble again and eventually forming Canada from which the very art-conscious zombie pathogen would eventually be released. Everyone would die and three days later hatch from very colorful eggs as pretentious zombie-fied art lovers in search of something to eat and/or give thanks for.
Post a Comment