My Raven. Another Halloweeny image. Shot (digitally) by Chris V. Don't know the raven's demise, I passed the raven on my walk home from work. Nothing is left of the raven now.


Halloween 2004.

I ride an orange and black bike. Frequently, including Halloween.

I saw a snake and a huge tarantula on my bike ride Halloween.

I am playing Nirvana all night tonight, Halloween, as the ghost of Cobain haunts us.

The Moon was eclipsed the other day during the World Series, with Fall hitting full force. Orange moon blocked out by our very own planet's shadow. See Carl Jung re: shadow.

We are haunted, always haunted. Music, animals, machines with mechanical spirits, people (we are animals), haunt us. We drink frozen beer, the music (too loud) haunts us, the girl in Stereolab was killed riding her bike, and Stereolab haunts us. Bruce Willis does not realize, in the movie "The 6th Sense," till the end of the movie, that he's dead.

You have a dream about a guy who comes thru your bedroom window, a guy with stiches tatooed around his mouth as if his mouth had been sewn shut. So you shoot him, as he holds his gun in his hand, and you struggle to put a cartridge in the chamber of your shotgun while he brags about the proficiency of his revolver. Guy was haunting you.

"What's new for the good of the cause!?" --What my Dad always said when you saw him. With a pleasant tone and an optimistic smile.



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