trick or treat

i want the whole enchilada. i want the candy, i want the mystery, i want the wanting. i want Noam Chomsky on the armchair next to the empty cans and packs of of cigarettes, and my best friend opening the door in his underwear and playing a ukulele. we jam Lou Reed on his back deck, i'm playing a banjo for the first time and it does not sound like music. but it is.

these were merely some of the events of the last twenty-four hours, and who can know what the Hallow will hold?