Poetry: Bats by Paisley Rekdal
unveil themselves in dark.
They hang, each a jagged,
silken sleeve, from moonlit rafters bright
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Song In My Head: Oh! Lately, It’s So Quiet by OK Go

The Art of Horror: Hard Rock Zombies

Quote: “For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth….Such are the autumn people.” – Ray Bradbury

Recipe: Halloween Brain Dip

Anywhere But Here: Clown Motel, Tonopah, NV