Single Halloween Darling

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'diary' of a social (American) eccentric inventing designs of traffic-art(s), creating images of 'Martian' definition.

A tale of Earth-inventive 'darkness' loosely-inspired by the metaphysics-aura deformity themes of the iconic seasonal horror-film Halloween III. Enjoy,

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I'd been living in Haddonfield (United States) as an eccentric Earth-prince with my mother and converted to Catholicism and cyber-blogged about the modern sectarian woe(s) in Northern Ireland (United Kingdom).

For Halloween, I decided to don a Michael Myers costume, a celebration of the Halloween horror-franchise avatar signifying an antisocial metaphysics linked to the Samhain origins of ghost-stories and fiction and thought of myself as a social-media 'diplomat' of the eeriness of modern Earth ideations of pure terror.

I lived simply/humbly with my mother in Haddonfield and stared out the window of my apartment and thought of what made the Samhain-derivative Western festival/custom(s) of the Halloween-season and why I'd make a terrific Michael Myers, the prototype-psycho of the masquerade-season representing the translation between isolationism-consciousness and experimental psychology, as I started out my window in Haddonfield.

I started to ask myself, "If a Martian was spying on me, would he/she/it think or ask that I'd become something of a mysticism-gargoyle thinking of the problems of human-race existence like IRA-dollar(s)?"

I rented an Enterprise-car and drove to the Newark airport and used a toy-gun filled with acid to burn a hole into the airport safe-box owned by Baron Goldfinger and swapped his Sierra Leone 'blood-diamonds' with toy-gems hidden in my pocket all during the time-lapse during which the security-men were investing a strange chemical mini-fire set in the plants-area of the airport (which I'd set!).

NEWARK AIRPORT (Officer): We didn't know what to make of the 'Goldfinger-hole' but that it was some media-spectacle!

SHELBYE (Girlfriend): He spends all this time on social-media blogging about Catholic-woe(s); I wonder about fashion-fears.

Maybe I have become something of a Michael Myers of Halloweentime, but I wonder about the scales/scope of modern social-media investments into the quality of inventive social-traffic 'activism' and what makes ideations of capitalism/fashion-governance a 'thing' of cinematic diary! Isn't the face of America the liberal inventiveness of self-reinvention? At least it's all Halloween fashion (ha)!