Wednesday, March 18, 2009


You know what's funny? Replacing the word 'duckie' wth 'willy'....


Glori said...

Ah now you've done it.......thank goodness I have a teenager & no longer have to try & watch sesame street like a normal parent :P

(not to mention you mention only replace duckie....not rubber.....I say no more & leave that for you to er, *hides behind the computer*)

Lee Battersby... said...

What's funnier to you: the idea of Ernie having a quick pull in the bath, or the idea of him playing with a whacking great dildo in the bath? >:)

Glori said...

*breaks out into 80s singing* My lips are sealed :-P

I leave that for you to ponder *snicker, snarf*

Addison Kerr said...


Pieces of dead matter float in a viscuous blue liquid. Dead in the last stages before being set into molds for parts of artificial ghost limbs. Matter is sent through several sessions of purification before certification. The research facility concerning paranormal activity hardly recognizes this behavior. They are so busy chasing crop circles anything not manmade slips under the radar. The ghosts can get away with anything, including setting up an entire military-industrial complex.

Paranormal Researcher: "I pretend to be fascinated by the unknown, but it's really myself that fascinates me. I share my findings online with my research partners, but in reality I see them all as extensions of my own solipsistic world, a tidal pool with no end."

I don't want to die, but parts of me do.

In life, the real ghosts evade me. Searching for plateaus until the long slide downward, I install tiny receptors in my eyes to augment my vision. Overlay displays of deceased colonies, even the dead move on. Their populations are moving, leaving behind cities Youth catches up to me as ghosts from my past manufacture my own demise. It's inevitable that the research must end. The End approaches, beneath detection, not out of malice but to manufacture future haunting.