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Why don’t you rise me up?
Down by the pumpkin patch
I’ve been waiting all year just to get myself born,
I’ve been waiting all year just to meet you.
A crowded space. The smell of sweat. Smoke and booze. A man with a toaster on his head. A shoe against the side of my face. The World/Inferno Friendship Society. If you have ever attended Hallowmas, then you know exactly what I’m talking about.