The Hunting Party will be found at around four a.m. in some metropolitan wasteland. A happy, straggling group of party hounds stumbling into the night each armed with bottles and glasses and pills....oh the pretty pills. They will invite, yes they will. All smiles and secret jokes. The Hunting Party is the modern form of the Maenads and those who go with the Hunting Party are often never seen again, or at least never wholly seen again.
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STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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