This weekend has been Halloween party time, but my heart is still reserved for the actual All Hallow's Eve. I'd like to think magic really exists, and I don't mean in some sappy metaphorical way, either. I mean in a creepy, sudden crack-in-the-facade-of-reality. I'd like to think it's possible, though improbable, that somewhere in the world a Gate to the Underworld really exists, and through this gate things unworldly sometimes slither out to wreck havoc and slobber acid on innocent, tax paying human beings.
Call me a hopeless romantic, but I'd really like to drive a wooden stake through the heart of a vampire sometime, thereby unleashing a bloodcurdling scream of horrific proportions.
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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4 comments:
yes, very romantic David.
Hmmm, Sex and the City or DAWN OF THE DEAD!!!
Bloggy's a complex one, he is.
I say it's good to have goals in life, you know.
Gate to the underworld? dont know. gate to some other world(s) - there is one in australia called ayers rock, uluru; there are others in the world - stonehenge. in the himalaya's called badrinath.
lots and lots of magic exists. :) and generally speaking, its all good!
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