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31 October 2022
Darkness falls across the land.
The midnight hour, ’tis close at hand !
Creatures crawl in search of blood
to terrorize your neighbor-hud !
And whosoever shall be foun’
without the soul for gettin’ down
must stand and face the hounds of hell
and rot inside a corpse’s shell !
“Seriously? A dramatic reading of Thriller’s the best he can do? I’m gonna settle up and go scare some trick-or-treaters. Coco, you wanna come?”
“I think I’m gonna stay, Missy. The assistant to the assistant production assistant at Show Me the Moves is supposed to give a free Michael Jackson dance tutorial later, and I’m looking for something to liven up my Zombie Zumba class.
“Okay, well, good luck with that. See you later.”
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In the bygone era of countless moons past, one All Hallows Eve, it was my grave misfortune to encounter for the first time this most improbable duo amidst a desolate and forsaken [AI Boost OFF] literary abyss whose pitifully wretched and wretchedly pitiful proprietress – une vraie scatologue ! – had regrettably baptized, The Writer’s Colon. It was within the confines of my mellow, dramatic reading – an earnest recital of Gray’s Anatomy – at this darkly abysmal – nay, abysmally dark – hole [AI Boost ON] where the paths of our lives tragically intersected and our acquaintance came to be.
In the midst of intoning the intricate tomes of Gray, in the sacred realm of Book 1, Osteology, a revelation most peculiar unfolded. As the persistent hum of hair dryers intermingled with that most sacred prose, I found myself irresistibly drawn into this most improbable duo’s mind-numbing yet mesmerizing conversation with two [AI Boost OFF] dubiously christened dysarthric androgynous Terranean burkini models [AI Boost ON] and, by virtue of’t, drawn deeper into the esoteric demi-monde of in-crowd skeletondom. Amidst this pursuit, an enigmatic place revealed itself like a distantly elusive and elusively distant vision.
It was within this intellectual rêverie that, to my astonishment, the existence of a hitherto unknown realm emerged – the beguiling domain of Crystal Crevice. A name that stirred curiosity and intrigue [AI Boost OFF] – not to mention un petit soupçon of bemusement – [AI Boost ON] resonating within the chambers of my inquisitive mind. What secrets did this crevasse mystérieuse hold? What wonders awaited those intrepid enough to [AI Boost OFF] scale her sublime cliffs and seek her hidden truths?
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Thus, Dear Reader, the clamorous setting of a bustling literal salon and the seemingly mundane and divergent contexts of scholarly discourse and coiffurerie proved to be the vessel that unveiled this enigmatic locale. Such is the unpredictable nature of knowledge, casting its illuminating rays upon the unexpected corners of our consciousness, where the ordinary and extraordinary converge in the most unexpected and [AI Boost OFF] rib-tickling ways.
Mr. Funny Bones 