Matthew Scott Harris Unmasks Ha Ha Ha Halloween - Part 2

frankly zapped after wildly oscillating in tandem with seven bobble heads and ten French horns) a devilish trumpeting event by pre-Christian Celtic festival standards with a “proto” Don twick or tweeting like a Taj Mahal wonder of webbed, wide world scout Samhain celebrated on nightfall of October 31 for bachanalia, candy corn, dreaded locks tot tout. Now, the Celts I met lived 2,000 years ago in the area now Ireland, the United Kingdom and northern France, believed that the dead, cuz the underworld could not tolerate nor find stand ding room, thus returned to earth on Samhain – accessing a outdated map drawn by Rand McNally. Though all roads leading to Rome, would be millenniums as future did advance but (mentioned for no particular rhyme nor reason) only for discordant anachronism Lewis Carroll took a tumble, and neither fat nor slim chance, would never find him completing Alice in Wonderland, cuz quite an expanse of centuries extant between his accidental slip somewhere back in time at a glance hence, he befell the same fate, how Alice would never en hance her life, yet the first stanza hailed as powerful punch from grunting naked tribesman with armstrong brandishing big lance which phallic symbol extolled bare necessity, and no need to wear seer sucker pants even when inaugurating the ritual, including the verse ..."The time has come," the Walrus said "To talk of ma ny things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings."... set the listeners in a trance emptying coffers of bipedal feral simians to add vance this yearly practice filling rucksacks with berries, carrion and twigs. Whether ya favor Golem, Hobgoblins, or Dybyk, take pause buffer ja pour out massed goodies heck enjoy satiating yar sweet tooth while still able to lick every morsel of junk food afterwards a tooth pick might be necessary to remove gobs that didst stick analogous to tallow melted from candle wick.