He is trampling out the vintage where the hoards of gourds are stored.
He is definitely coming now, no one can call him fraud,
His seeds are marching on.
Glory, glory, Great Pumpkin,
His seeds are marching on.
Brilliant fun tonight: pumpkin carving party at
sovay's. I carved one full of eyes before and behind. I talked a lot, made friends with people, had a great time.
Tomorrow,
negothick and I visit Lovecraft's grave. This is being an excellent weekend. Better get some sleep.