The weather is unseasonably warm…still dry leaves skitter down streets with a desolate gasp…and lonely paper skeletons, corners frayed from nightly winds, dangle, discontentedly, from the trees where they were hung, many moons before, in childlike celebration. Halloween has been over for a week, yet it still feels like anything could happen. – Something mysterious, something sad, something otherworldly…and as always, in times like these, the Pixies are the perfect background soundtrack.
Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!