O’Lantern’s Confession

Ephemera, Fresh Finds by K.HartlessOctober 20, 2021October 25, 2021

What possessed me

to let you take off my top,

jangle my guts around and

use various tools

to hollow me out inside

then carve a masterpiece

on the surface of my flesh?

Harvest lust?

Seasonal trust?

Too much vine?

Ah well, maybe next year, I’ll be more gourded.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved

Photograph of my carved pumpkins for the 2021 season.

Video has adult moments.

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John on October 20, 2021 at 7:42 pm
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Those first two lines got me! 😂❤️

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1. K.Hartless on October 20, 2021 at 7:44 pm
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  Sweet, well, you know the things you think of during holiday moments. 😉
  
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  1. John on October 20, 2021 at 7:51 pm
    
    😂❤️
    
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johnlmalone on October 20, 2021 at 7:55 pm
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hahah; great fun 🙂

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1. K.Hartless on October 20, 2021 at 8:06 pm
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  Thanks, John. See, I’m learning life lessons and spending quality time with the family. Win-win.
  
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  1. johnlmalone on October 20, 2021 at 8:07 pm
    
    that’s great; that’s the way to do it 🙂
    
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abigfatcanofworms on October 20, 2021 at 9:25 pm
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Ha ha! Brilliant! So clever!

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1. K.Hartless on October 20, 2021 at 9:44 pm
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  Thank you, worms. My two pumpkins did most of the carving leaving me with time to think of preposterous things to post.
  
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  1. abigfatcanofworms on October 21, 2021 at 1:56 am
    
    😀
    
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Jeff Flesch on October 20, 2021 at 10:48 pm
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Ha! That’s awesome, K. Excellently crafted and delivered. ☺️

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1. K.Hartless on October 20, 2021 at 11:05 pm
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  Thank you. It feels good to be embracing my silly side a bit. Cheers!
  
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  1. Jeff Flesch on October 20, 2021 at 11:23 pm
    
    Most welcome. We appreciate it! Cheers!
    
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Hobbo on October 21, 2021 at 4:34 am
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Brilliant! 👍 What kind of pump kin do such a thing?

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1. K.Hartless on October 21, 2021 at 10:38 am
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  Hehe, most I’ve met. 😉
  
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  1. Hobbo on October 21, 2021 at 11:07 am
    
    😂
    
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writingwhatnots on October 21, 2021 at 1:53 pm
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Haha! A nice serving of double entendres. 😂

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Time Traveler of Life on October 21, 2021 at 2:11 pm
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For a second you had me! I was looking for some steamy sex!

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1. K.Hartless on October 21, 2021 at 2:21 pm
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  Oh, man, this one was a rotter than 😉 But, you never know with me, maybe next time. Thanks for reading.
  
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Little Charmer on October 21, 2021 at 5:19 pm
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Haha! Brilliant!! 🎃
(Always a joy to see that video too! 😊) 🖤

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David Redpath on November 2, 2021 at 2:30 am
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Thanks for the video warning,
but your di-vine poem had me
ready for anything 🎃

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1. K.Hartless on November 2, 2021 at 10:21 am
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  The season was ripe this year for new poemkins. Thank you.
  
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