I was watching the Watchmen watching us. Curious how long Harry Potter's wand had gotten. Don't you think? Time flies. So do faces. And eyes. And glances. Here and there. Like little blisters on the atmosphere. Stirring quietly under a translucent layer of skin. Broiling liquid devils festering just below the vanities convinced.
There might be Star Wars. Lightsabers agog with crimson heathens. There may be Star Trek's. As hungry as the Spock and the Kirk are. We could starve in our costumes. Melt into our masks. We could wait for Halloween. Candy and Transformers on our doorsteps.
But it's always been here.
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