Halloween, you say.
Tonight for Halloween I figure I'll be Drunk Neighbor Lady Who Throws Things At Kids In Costumes (And Their Parents). I'll also make sure my martini glass is nineteen inches tall like that phone in The Producers. That reminds me, Nazis truly scare me. Then again, so does Elizabeth Hasselbeck. I wonder what she'll be for Halloween? I suggest she be A Discarded Fertilized Embryo That Personally Refuses To Help Michael J. Fox.
I want you to see me for who I am.
Darker and denser and uglier.
I came here to be a dancer.
I see a lot of orbs in my videos. Given that I clean my house like a professional house cleaner, it ain't dust. Ok, maybe it's dust every now and again, but the rest of the time it's orbs. Which means there are spirits around me. A few, I think, and they love me and endorse my videos. Well okay I hear them in my head and they make me do the videos forcibly, but that's another matter altogether. 
I'm kind of worried about you.
I'm concerned about that.
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I have a sign on my door.
We're on a mission.