Showing posts with label viscera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label viscera. Show all posts
The Tumbling Urn of Innards
Apocalypse-spotter Pope Terry alerted me to the following Portal to Hell, wherein not only do bears dress up, but they stuff themselves with legumes. What sickness drives the mind of such a bear?!?!?! here are just some of the horrors you will encounter at Beanie Kids:





"Please stick something in my giant orifice!"
--overheard in trinket shop at I-95 rest area
Now here's something new. I believe these TBDOA-like freaks are meant to hold something, like maybe a water bottle or a fifth of Jim Beam. There is a head and somewhat of a body, and then a huge tube of flesh that is elasticized. I am holding the orifices open to show you on the smaller ones, which maybe hold baby bottles or a camera. I don't know. I don't know from mutants!
It's like a tracheotomy. The thing has a stoma with a bottle sticking out of it! When he/she talks, it sounds like a robot.
By the way, taking pictures of cheap-ass merchandise at a State of Massachusetts DOT rest area is a really good way to get yelled at by a giant, uniform-clad lesbian (probably) with a nightstick and lots of keys.
Just 'cause it has handles sewn on it, doesn't make it a bag.


... these creatures had innards once, for chrissake. Where is your dignity, people?!?!?!
Teddy Bears Turned Inside Out
Tits has alerted me to this ... "art" she saw at boingboing. It's teddy bears, inside out.
The culprit: Kent Rogowski.
I am not sure how I feel about this.
On the one hand, it is brilliant.
On the other hand, I have discovered a new level of horror within me, a bottomless fountain of horror that has lain heretofore undisturbed. Now, some secret, slimy thing has been woken from its sleep, and the water seethes and ripples. It will never lie quiet again, and I am forever changed.
Would you, too, throw a pebble into your deep well?
Let me help:
Tits has alerted me to this ... "art" she saw at boingboing. It's teddy bears, inside out.
The culprit: Kent Rogowski.
I am not sure how I feel about this.
On the one hand, it is brilliant.
On the other hand, I have discovered a new level of horror within me, a bottomless fountain of horror that has lain heretofore undisturbed. Now, some secret, slimy thing has been woken from its sleep, and the water seethes and ripples. It will never lie quiet again, and I am forever changed.
Would you, too, throw a pebble into your deep well?
Let me help:
This image belongs to Kent Rogowski.
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