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drunk with power.
giddy with endless choices.
scary-face? whimsical? artistic?
absurd? ornate? stream-of-consciousness?
grab your favorite saw-toothed knife or other weapon of choice.
just start slashing, stabbing, gutting and cutting.
savor the catharsis while inflicting pulpy-carnage.
scrape out the slimy, gruesome guts (be sure to save the seeds).
O O
lacerate and hack away at the giant, fleshy squash.
fine-tune to your heart's content.
[warning: perfectionists may get stuck in this mode, indefinitely.]
prepare the seeds (do not wash).
add salt and spice and bake at 375F.
eat them while crispy-hot.
put a candle in your masterpiece.
light it up for the big reveal:
grotesque. beautiful. hilarious.
I I I I I I I
bask in the mellow-orange glow.
now this is halloween.
enjoy!
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