Monday, September 24, 2007
I have seen the true face of insanity
Now, I know I've brought you some real WTFery in the past, and I don't regret a bit of it. Whether SFW or not so much, it has been my true pleasure over the years to seek out the strange, the fucked up, the wrong.
But sometimes when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also at you. That was in Watchmen.
What I'm about to show you did not come from the internets. This was found by Shellswick and myself in meatspace, in a thrift store about six months ago. It's only recently that I've been able to scan it; oh I've had a working scanner...but when I look at it, all sane thought abandons me. Indeed, I've been known to enter a fugue state when looking at this, only returning to my senses after several days, often in distant cities, with no memory of the lost time, and with strange and frightening souvenir t-shirts. Thus is the eldritch power of this image.
Friends, I can no longer bear this terrible burden alone. I've been driven to the very brink of madness trying to divine the meaning behind this image. The time has come. Gaze upon this picture...if you dare.
Join me in the comments...those of you who retain your sanity.
But sometimes when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also at you. That was in Watchmen.
What I'm about to show you did not come from the internets. This was found by Shellswick and myself in meatspace, in a thrift store about six months ago. It's only recently that I've been able to scan it; oh I've had a working scanner...but when I look at it, all sane thought abandons me. Indeed, I've been known to enter a fugue state when looking at this, only returning to my senses after several days, often in distant cities, with no memory of the lost time, and with strange and frightening souvenir t-shirts. Thus is the eldritch power of this image.
Friends, I can no longer bear this terrible burden alone. I've been driven to the very brink of madness trying to divine the meaning behind this image. The time has come. Gaze upon this picture...if you dare.
Join me in the comments...those of you who retain your sanity.
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The pigs I can handle. The pink bow I can handle. It's the words, the words, they burrow at my brain, teasing me with their hidden meaning. Who's Carl? Who wants to hold you like Carl? Does it mean that they want to hold you the way Carl held you? The way you held Carl? As if you were Carl? Who is saying this? Who is responsible for this? Who has declared war on my sanity?
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