A tiny , round pumpkin filled with seeds ready to burst forth. A stomach ripe with future. Insides so sticky and knotted by moist orange pulp. A knife begins to tear away the flesh; the art of mutilation. Create a face by pulling apart the perfection. Then fill the inside with all the spirit you can find - not love but candles. Round, supple life cannot be truly stolen. Jack O'Lantern comes alive again at night and frightens children. Without fail they carve it all apart.
There was once an Irishman named Jack who was so greedy and stingy that when he died even the devil would not grant him entrance into hell. So jack wandered the earth forevermore spreading his brand of evil whenever he could. He no longer needed to sleep so he travelled at night holding out his lantern made of... well, actually, squash. It's weird how these things end up being retold.
Happy Halloween!
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