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10B - The Michigan Daily - WeekeailMagazile - Thursday, March 7, 2002

The Michigan Daily - Weekend Magazim

Trick
By Jonathan est

Our march is one of
silence.
The crisp, autumn air
provides a
background for this
parade
of freaks and juggalos.
The night has been
planned through many
days.
The eve of hallows has
brought
to the children of this
world, a time for celebra-
tion.
Our fear is no longer felt,
but
delivered.
Together scaring others

helps us
to embrace and confront
the fear we could not
conquer alone..
The wind picks up sud-
denly, sensing
the calm night becoming
tense.
A flickering street light
offers
little assistance in
chasing away the shadows
that have come forth
tonight.
We feel ice course
through our veins
as our souls become a
freeza full of chaos.
Our bodies are covered in

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black
as we slowly make our
way down
stairs and onto the side-
walk.
These cloaks are now
symbiotic, encompassing
us from head to toe,
and feeding off the dread
we inspire into others.
The collection of streets
is now our playground
and we look for no where
in
particular to go.
This place runs rich with
frolicking students,
enough to scare for days
to come.
I raise my fist
and the restsdraw to a
halt.
I become the first to
lower the mask unto my
furrowed brow.
All follow but two, tat-
toos covering their faces
instead.
A car of young women
unwisely interrupts us.
The ballerina is driving
as the pumpkin is crying
and the doors are all
locked from within.
Just for sport we surround
the car,
shake the doors
and scream.
Balling up and hugging
one another

The Ballad of
Llama Man
The Lover:
Llama man,
O! Llama man
Do what you can.
You smell so bad,
But I am glad,
That you re my dad.
Llama man,
O! Llama man,
Llama Man:
No!
I m the man,
I m the Llama man.
Spit, shit, eat grit.
I can.
I am the Llama man.
Mitch Papasquiero
Mullet.
Why do you taunt
me.
Always.
TheBulls of Pamplona.
Stampede! Stampede!
Miss America Pageant.
Alaska.
Arkansas.
Kansas.
They all come.
Bob Barker yells come on
down.
No! No Bob!
You can t tell me what to
do.
Anymore.
Twilight.
We tronce through the
dusty moor.
Mullet! Mullet!
Barking Lhasa Apso.
THE LHASA APSO OF
MY SOUL.
Barking, barking. Get off
my leg! Off!
Oh Mullet. So set in your
ways. You know me too
well.
Just once, party in front,
business in back. Just once.
Anna Balmorhea

My Pain

Stop!
Why are you hitting me?
Why do you hurt me?
The e-lad doesn t drink coffee
but always speaks softly and
carries a big
Stick em up!
The duality of your pain is
yet our pain too.
But yet one of you remains
and the other is away.
As I walk down the street of
life, there are many turns and
bumps in the way.
bumpitty bump bump
bumpitty bump bump
Then the headless horseman
rides away with our soul.

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Suspect stole my heart.
M itc h Papasquiero
Dance of the
Pickle Man
Jimmy, Jimmy, where have
you gone?
You danced with the grace of
the Japanese Geisha.
Sake
Sake
Sake
Sake
kabuki
KaBuKi
Death.
You danced by the lightheart-
ed lanes of the East End.

You danced and twirled and
spun and sang and, AND,
AND
And then you died.
Now, we eat your food.
TACOS!
CHILI!
Hot Wings!
We cannot wait to eat your
food.
It will remind us of the old
times,
the good times,
all t times
we want to remember.
Anna Balmorhea



the girls cry for salvation
as we
laugh our way onto the
next batch of victims.
We gather one last time
in

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PhlotoIllustration by DAVID KAZ/Daily
a tightly compacted coil,
tensing our muscles and
bearing
our fangs
just waiting to strike.
We begin to hellishly
chant
in an intensifying rhythm
that is
as sickeningly compelling
as an auto accident,
fascinating in its own
morbid way.
An ear-piercing shriek
cuts through the
October air, awakening
the true creatures
of the night.
Our group is no longer
limited to eight
but is now the embodi-
ment of all that is
Halloween.
We no longer dance,
We no longer shriek,
But the hoods do little to
hide our veneer of terror.
Once again we march in
silence.

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