And he has shaped it as a babe that is to nurse and he has made two eyes of glass

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Our neighbors are decorating for Halloween. This means giant inflatable ghosts, mummies, pumpkins, green-faced witches, vampire Winnie-the-Poohs, snowglobes full of mylar bats, et cetera, several of which glow at night and all of which are tasteless to the nth—yards full of this stuff, it's unbelievable. It makes me want to put up Halloween decorations of my own. Cornhusks, dog skulls, knots of old ribbon, branches of turning leaves. You know. Normal things.

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This includes something I've never seen and which completely freaked out my friend Gill, childrens' legs apparently disappearing into (or emerging out of feet first) the ground, using jeans and shoes that look as if they've been recently outgrown by their kids. Squick. Do you know what these are supposed to be about?

I have no explanation: I've never seen them. But I imagine it's only a matter of time.

Because I get it, death, yes, the death of the year, and we too will die in time and some have gone before us, but is all this obsessive playing with the bright and plastic images of death's kingdom not a little too shrill?

This should be reprinted somewhere more people will read it than on my livejournal.