thirty days past september: ambiguation

10.31.2007

Halloween

Somewhere out there is an ice cream truck playing something closer to organ music than a jingle, tinkling in the cold bright air like icicles on a tinsel ballerina spinning in ticks on a music box.
It's Halloween and everything smells like powdery cosmetics and hairspray.

10.29.2007

something new is coming home

something new is coming home
something new is coming home
something new is coming home
something new is coming home
something new is coming home
something new is coming home