Lulu, Make For West Texas Before the Rest of the World Goes December-Crazy

Sizing things up in the Black Mansion (El Mansione Negro de los Espiritus Maligno) this darkish day, and it seems about time for a new ball gown for all of the wicked days we have approaching. Keeping a bit of darkness really bleakified in the approaching season of constant undignified, and unjustified silliness shall require some dark, dark arts, but luckily night deepens. So dark the nights, they practically ooze otherworldly vibrations, and our communications with those on the other side have become quite cordial. So many lovely creatures have massed here we're calling it Occupy West Texas. Yes, the ghouls, ghosts, the succubi and incubi and even spirits from somewhere beyond Sirius have arrived. There are our friends with tentacles, and many heads and, my, some sharp teeth. Through the clearing smoke of olibanum, myrrh, and sulphur, morning arrives after great all-night celebrations. The ghoulies melt into the shadows, but only to await twilight. We're all just hoping Lulu will arrive soon, before the world is besmirched by the horrible day of December that we never name. Run, Lu, run to West Texas. Nothing's jingling over here, be assured, as if it were the shrieks would drown out the jolly sound.