And in your darkest hour -I hold secrets flame-
We can watch the world devoured in its pain
About this creation
A vignette of everyone's favorite post-Halloween activity: the smashing of old pumpkins. Decomposing pumpkins are especially gushy.
Every year, some kids sneak by late at night, run to your porch and either toss your pumpkin into the street...
..or smash them on your porch.
An overview of the vig. Note the pumpkin guts in the road. One time on a post Halloween trip through the town my friend hurled a pumpkin at me. Utilizing my ninja skillz, I ducked and it splatted on a parked car. Sorry owner!
The smashers. Any visual relationship to persons real or imaginary is strictly coincidence.