May 09, 2005 23:11
It is the night when the witches rub deleriants into their mucous membranes with wooden shafts and fly to central european mountains to dance with the Black Man, high atop alpine crags in frenzied abandon. I wish I was there.
Screw the workers! I want to cuddle with demons on the eve of May Day...
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That should put your mind at ease :)
I won't be there this year, but I hope you have a good time.
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