Halloween

Narrated time-capsule telling of a depressed man who 'believes' he's the real Michael Myers, in this adapted-spin on the iconic (Halloween) horror-film canvas.

An inventive spin on the themes/concepts from the Halloween franchise. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media-fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced films of inspiration and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression of creative arts (for 'open' views). 

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Let me tell you my story, of how I became a private-recluse in the American Homeland and thought (deeply) about reinventing myself as a Halloween season 'specter' and real Michael Myers, the protagonist AntiChrist psycho-stalker from the iconic Halloween series of American horror-noir films of great fanfare and richness. I decided, you see, that my mod-age of Selfie-culture of commentary in lifestyle-drawn bureau lines made for a special 'bread/fruit' for the visage/consciousness of outright darkness-dialysis (hmmm).

That's really my presentation, and you needn't concern yourself with the 'bureaucracy-art' of how I reinvented myself as the real Michael Myers, after I explain that this time-capsule telling, which I'm burying in my backyard, for future-world archaeologists to make for 'discovery' in Selfie-culture geometry for insanity and consciousness. You needn't worry about where/why I chose the special Michael Myers 'like' mask (and get-up!) I found for a special lead-reading about the 'visage' of utter-darkness (for those social controls for both theater...and Halloween).

Ever Xmas, in Buffalo (American Homeland), where I root for the hometown sports-team (football!), for about 5 seasons after I reinvented myself as the real Michael Myers, I thought/dreamt about those incomplete-distances readings for life's 'drawn' Ego-hunt. I thought about the frills/ornaments of erected (secret!) culture-festivity and why I liked water-guns, and why I wielded them every Halloween Eve, inserted with a glass-tube and filled with homemade acid. I thought about why Xmas-elves reminded me why Halloween wasn't something that I owned but something that I 'used' for the hologram(s) of designed darkness photo-synthesis (hmmm).

This time-capsule revelation concerns one-special lady-angel who became my Michael Myers mark, an average Buffalo lovely-librarian (Esmerelda) who I fashioned to be my (secret!) stalking 'victim' (though I never-ever intended to harm her in any way). Esmerelda had become my little muse for Halloween darkness, and I followed her around, in my stationwagon, in my real Michael Myers get-up/mask, and she finally turned to me and yelled, "I know you're Michael Myers, creep!" This isn't Facebook-like (without doubt).

Don't believe me? You don't have to, for I left Halloween, and the American Homeland (Buffalo), and I settled into my new Belgian (Brussels-sprout) life, and I made for incomplete-lines superstitions readings for Xmas, and put-away my real Michael Myers 'consciousness' for culture-festivity and the 'art' of restorations (in sanity!).

ESMERELDA: "Officer, I'm telling you that 'creep' is the real Michael Myers!"

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)