Coloring Smiling Faces Donned With Faux Missing Teeth,

Coloring smiling faces donned with faux missing teeth, and waxing poetic lip schtick adorned with moustaches Swarthy, spooky, scary carved pumpkin faces thickly materialized out of thin air as Halloween holiday loomed near yes... just an innocently naive fickle kid, who easily did scare, attended Henry Kline for 'most every year elementary grade school no matter I abided every rule and colored within every line turquoise blue favorite jewel blackening every other tooth affixing moustache, sideburns, and beard upon every face kooky rule. Nor, never stepped on sidewalk crack to break mother's back wonder who believes such poppycock alas and alack I haint superstitious nonetheless steer clear of any black cat, nor walking under any ladder, especially on Friday thirteenth. Fear made ordinarily wavy hair poker straight stand on end not a muscle I would bend unfamiliar sounds, smells, and sights tingling sensation along small hairs spine - shiver me timbers would send courtesy paranormal phenomena this then lad could not comprehend. To this day, no ghost of chance finds your truly daring to partake of seance essentially scaredy cat soiling mine spongebob squarepants skittish regarding supernatural realm best play with Lincoln logs or tinker toys. Dog bless those who search out eerie sound and/or sight or reed macabre genre upon dark and stormy night kudos to those talented gifted, blessed... to write blood screaming horror stories, where adrenaline spurs one to take flight unwittingly, unquestionably, unknowingly, unforgettably... right into path of haunting spectre badlands housing ghouls, ghouls, sprite full hobgoblins spellbinding sight lurk dark shadows at edge of night shapeshifting costumed masquerade zealously, thrillingly, blindly looming larger in height lumbering, lingering right before me scenting how afraid... desperado whose becomes white as an albino - blood sucking vampire sharp as razor fangs bared ready to bite into tender warm succulent flesh i.e. cannibal's delight, yet try as I might feeble literary effort ne'er achieved to concoct witch's brew where fright induces blood curdling scream, thus much prefer to pen lame lines, where skeletons make no bones red dully underpaid gig employees game to pocket chump change with absolute zero intent to maim, thus unlikely to devour thyself or provide selfie before asking name of groveling, mumbling, sniveling... alien, a Dylanesque rolling stone harkening from outer limits of twilight zone accursed series of unfortunate events spirited as token ghoulish "scapegoat" penniless and unable to phone home, a stranded extraterrestrial, whose familiar turf grown dragons holed in their dungeons.