Thursday. As Usual.

I've no clue. Could be the Epilepsy.

It's been raining all day. That's what I'm blaming this on....

 

Thursday. As Usual.

 

Have at it then, we took a good long break.

Now assemble the Choir, our public awaits.

Just nothing too much, it's all give, all take.

Neither be weakened by Love, or taken with Hate.

 

Either arms held wide, or gathered in.

Any pose matters. Whatever theater you need.

Call on an Angel or the Demon within.

So long as you know it's beneath you to plead.

 

I bet you're wondering at the occassion.

A touch curious what's at play?

I propose a tiny change in location.

It's time to Magic us up a day.

 

Add whatever flavor you feel is wanting.

We bout to cook us up a hearty brew.

Just a good spirited, old time Haunting.

Let's pretty up perfection, doctor up the view.

  

Cast up your Charms, light up your candle.

Invite whatever Spirit what fits your groove.

There ain't nothin out there can't be handled.

This is our moment, keep it nice and smooth.

Today we'll put on our fancy Night faces.

Yesterday is done, and it had it's chance.

Let's go explore some wicked new places.

Strike up the band, toss up our arms and Dance.

 

Rain is so weird.

I seriously Love the S**t outta this madness of a town.