BLue, BLue, BLue Halloween!

I'm glad we live in the sort of house that people in distress will stop in for assistance in the middle of the night. The young lady who had lost her phone somewhere among the thickets in front and who was abandoned by her, ahem. . . "friends" after a party told Helen that she knew she would find refuge here because of the Obama sign that showed up serrupticiously in front of 1006 since I was home last weekend.

III Days

True leaders gone
of land and people
We choose no
kin but adopted strangers
The family weakens
by the lengths we travel

True hunting's over
No herds to follow
Without game
men prey on each other
The Family weakens
by the bites we swallow

All of us, now, with wings. . .

~Perry Farrell