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10/30/2023
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The thing from the swamp
Tomorrow is Halloween. The festival of horror has its origins in Ireland: In pre-Christian times, the Celts celebrated Samhain, one of their most important festivals, on October 31. They celebrated their harvest, the beginning of the cold season and the start of a new calendar year. The Celts also believed that on this day there could be contacts in the realm of the dead. Also simply called Reformation Day and in some states is a holiday because on Oct. 31, 1517 olle Luther nailed his 95 propositions to the church gate in Wittenberg. Of course I know that Halloween and Reformation Day have as much in common as bats and flying ducks. Only if here again a Erklärbär is on the way.
Back to Halloween and even terrible, disgusting things, which occur.
A small town somewhere in the nowhere. On the outskirts of town family homes in front of a renaturalized moor. At the edge of the moor swampy banks. Some of the residents are every year at Halloween in competition who has the scariest decoration. At neighbor Meier's house, a lone ghost climbs up the gutter. In the front yard stands a gallows, from which dangles a hanged man. Rehpinscher Zorro was dressed up as Cerberus the hellhound. Meier gives this year the Prince of Darkness, his wife Lucretia Borgia. Müller next door has set up a guillotine. Under the wooden platform is a bucket with a chopped off head that St. Bernard Fiffi has already dragged away a few times. This time Müller is on the road as an alien. The night advances. Gases emerge from the moor. Will-o'-the-wisps dance on the horizon. The thing floats closer, looks beautiful in the darkness. It offers sea notes and noble blossoms. The closer it flies, the more putrid notes are revealed, flowers of slimy water. The beauty was deceptive. An ugly beast peels out. She grins broadly, can laugh around the head with black stump teeth and musty mouth odor.
She calls out, "Musk, finest musk!" Yet it is her earwax. Brown and already lumpy.
" Amber, creamy amber!" Actually corpse wax from dead people who were driven up after the bog washed.
"Patchouli, cozy, earthy, velvety!" Earth from mole piles, with droppings and vomit.
Müller and Meier take flight. In the distance, a tawny owl clamps will-o'-the-wisp under its wings and seeks the distance. The hanged man laughs and laughs......
Back to Halloween and even terrible, disgusting things, which occur.
A small town somewhere in the nowhere. On the outskirts of town family homes in front of a renaturalized moor. At the edge of the moor swampy banks. Some of the residents are every year at Halloween in competition who has the scariest decoration. At neighbor Meier's house, a lone ghost climbs up the gutter. In the front yard stands a gallows, from which dangles a hanged man. Rehpinscher Zorro was dressed up as Cerberus the hellhound. Meier gives this year the Prince of Darkness, his wife Lucretia Borgia. Müller next door has set up a guillotine. Under the wooden platform is a bucket with a chopped off head that St. Bernard Fiffi has already dragged away a few times. This time Müller is on the road as an alien. The night advances. Gases emerge from the moor. Will-o'-the-wisps dance on the horizon. The thing floats closer, looks beautiful in the darkness. It offers sea notes and noble blossoms. The closer it flies, the more putrid notes are revealed, flowers of slimy water. The beauty was deceptive. An ugly beast peels out. She grins broadly, can laugh around the head with black stump teeth and musty mouth odor.
She calls out, "Musk, finest musk!" Yet it is her earwax. Brown and already lumpy.
" Amber, creamy amber!" Actually corpse wax from dead people who were driven up after the bog washed.
"Patchouli, cozy, earthy, velvety!" Earth from mole piles, with droppings and vomit.
Müller and Meier take flight. In the distance, a tawny owl clamps will-o'-the-wisp under its wings and seeks the distance. The hanged man laughs and laughs......
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