...Halloween has become huge and at same time commercialized and fake, like so many other holidays: dare I call Halloween a holiday. I prefer to live Halloween each day. It's a state of mind it's who you are, it's your lifestyle it's not just one day out of the week or month or year.
The people who go all out buying expensive over priced yard ornaments and costumes, decorating their houses immensely and/or throwing a huge party and giving out lots of chocolate and candy are the same people who will label you a Satan worshipper if you still have all the props up on November 1st. This is the one day all the so-called "holy people" can legally get away with being "evil." They can watch demented horror movies and listen to "heavy metal" music. Because you know if you listen to Black Sabbath, Slayer or Marilyn Manson any other day of the year means you're probably some weird Gothic freak. These people need to wake up and admit they're fakes or better yet we should wake them up. They should receive a visit from a psychotic mass murderer who slaughters them and their whole family chopping them up into little pieces leaving their houses a bloody Charlie Manson mess. A visit from a real life Jason, Micheal or Freddy. We should turn Halloween into "Devil's Night" like in the Crow and purge ourselves of all these poseurs.
If you're one of the true crank up your stereo and blast "Hell Awaits", "Number of the Beast" and "Black Sabbath." Make it only a night of tricks and steal all of their treats, because your version of treats is tricks. Don't give out candy or go to their parties: take over the streets and terrorize the night, howl at the moon, drink some blood, sacrifice a virgin (if you can find one) and all the other cliches, because they're not cliches to you that's your life; that's who you are.
Leave your house decorated like that the whole year, in fact paint it all black, let your grass die, fill your yard will devil dogs and black cats, make a mote outside and fill it with blood, stop showering and bathe in it, make up your faces with corpse paint, buy broken shutters and put them over your windows, loosen the screws on your doors so they squeak, only come out of the house when it's a full moon, open your garage and let them see you taking heavy large plastic bags out of the trunk of your car and into the house at midnight, play Danzig really loud, hiss at your neighbors when you see them, buy the Munsters car and park it out front...but in all things remember to be real.
To the poseurs living the lie of one night out of the year, just go kill yourselves and do us all a favor, because then we can take your corpses and let them rot so we can keep your bones and decorate the inside of our houses with them.
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