Our Day Involved Zombies and Such

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I sent my Nieces into the Zombie Exhibit because I wanted some pictures of   me  I mean  them having fun.

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Looks like only one of my nieces made it out of the exhibit.

Sad face.

Boy is my sister going to be mad I left one of them  behind as Zombie Food.

Mad but not necessarily shocked.

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There was something written on the Wall here.

Go ahead.

Put your face REALLY CLOSE TO THE SCREEN and check it out.

I dare you.

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Nothing says fun afternoon with the family like finding tanks full of

severed zombie heads

together!

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Ho, ho, ho.

Kermit isn’t a Zombie.

Or headless

Yet.

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Remember Boos an Ghouls!

The family that goes to horror exhibits and laughs most of the time when they’re going through it is probably familiar with sharp instruments and at least one knows her way around an embalming room.

So I would suggest not cutting in front of them in line or getting in the way when they’re taking pictures.

Just a friendly PSA

from

My Enduring Bones.

 

All photos taken at

The Museum of Pop Culture

” Scared To Death Exhibit”

Seattle, Washington

October 4th, 2017

 

Forever Midnight

Have you ever tasted Halloween

with the tip of  your tongue?

Tasted like pennies and burnt sugar

caramel,

thick and sweet sliding down your throat like warm blood.

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Have you seen Halloween

from the corner of your eye

it moved like a cat,  black as midnight

where does it hide until you walk by alone

with nothing but the shadows to see your home?

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Meet Halloween

shake it’s hand,

take it’s hand

in your own

pale as death

lonely as dusty bones

dreaming  where it is forever midnight

inside a ruined tomb.

Meet Halloween

tonight if you will.

It’s been waiting  so long

for you.

Its A Pretty Neat Pumpkin, Anita Marie

This year I am trying to decide which way to go…

Do I want to go traditional and carve my pumpkin- which is fun because it involves big knives and little knives and stringy pumpkin guts which unlike other innards, smell pretty nice.

Or

Do I go all new School and try this out:

I’ll ‘fess up.

I already bought the kit and to prevent screwing it up I’ve recruited my nieces to do the job because they’re both artistic and unlike me they can actually FOLLOW the directions that come in kits.

I learned anatomy and embalming from books, but you know we all have limits and mine are instruction books.

For the most part.

So I’ll let you know how it goes.

I’d be interested in hearing about your pumpkin carving adventures too, so drop me a note or a link in the comment section.

Scream Ya Later.

amm