"Scratchy" Hellucinations Of Halloween
"Way, way down-under
But furthermost
from Hell in so many ways.
New Zealand and
this old time horror reviewer for many, many years is jealous as…
All hell.
Childhood
memories few and far between as far as Halloween is concerned.
Disappointing
but with glimmers of light in the darkness…
Canada and a
holiday to where it was really “at”.
Decorations, candy,
witches, pumpkins.
Mid 70’s with
friends – and we stalked that foreign neighbourhood with all that we were.
Under
restrictions.
Unable to eat as
we went – razor blades and poison were a popular pastime for those that loathed…
Children’s fun
and the perceived darker sides of life.
But we got our
fill.
And hoped for a
brighter darker future on my return home.
Which never came
until I had children of my own – so behind the times and now commercialised
without a real knowledge and horror aspect at all.
Superficial.
10 or so years
ago it tentatively began here with any form of real recognition – hated by many
as “just another day”…
To make a buck.
Meaning far more
to me as my boys loved horror as much as I did – holding mock hearts, dripping
blood we celebrated in style and shocked even the hardiest…
And loved every
minute.
Meaning far more
as “El Dia De Los Muertos” is ink etched permanently in my skin. Life and love
in death – not to be feared but…
Celebrated.
Wishing those
who have passed, to return back to share and celebrate…
Life and all it
holds dear.
For always and
forever.
Day of the Dead.
Far from the
intentions of one Michael Myers.
Margarita’s
flow. Tequila my poison whilst smoking a fine Cuban…
Romeo y Julieta
No 3.
Enjoying the
visits from the neighbourhood children – scaring them to death as the chainless
chainsaw roars to life or brandishing the mock machete whilst blood drips from
freshly made wounds.
They will learn
the true meaning of trick but be amply rewarded by treat for nightmares that
may well ensue.
Reminiscing on a
life of horror with Madam at my side – a cuddle and a kiss…
Our 5 boys now
having a Halloween of their own but safe in the knowledge that they have been
well inducted into the fold…
Looking forward
to sharing it with grandchildren in the future.
Content in so
many ways.
For all that
horror has provided me and the friends I have made along the way…
Privileged
despite the commercialisation of the season…
And the lack of
exposure in the Land of the Long White Cloud – Aotearoa.
Indie still a
solid, long standing friend and lover…
But paying
respect to the past on the day…
Sneaking up the
hallway…
Rebellious as
ever in nature.
Babysitter oblivious
to the fact.
The Tell Tale
Heart and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane…
Valves warmed
up, ticking softly, on the black and white set.
Still play just
as well today.
Thankful for the
sights “she” showed one so young.
So many years
ago.
Starting a
life-long passion…
Craving.
Lust.
“Horror” was her
name.
1968…
Was the year.
Now 2014.
Hell, let’s do
it all over again.
As one does…"
24 days 'til Halloween, Halloween, Halloween. 24 days 'til Halloween. Silver Shamrock!
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