Yet another year gone, here yet again is another celebration of childish imaginary imagination.  Like the sand thru an hour-glass, such are the days of our lives.

Hi-jacked and monetized, corpses full of euphemisms under water, long dead but still salable.  Gone but not all that forgotten, the true spirits of the day

(the child in you) are encouraged to come out for the night, and we’ll be celebratin’ youngin’s of all ages.