Enter into a world of contradiction. A path to, and through, madness. Where we pin the butterfly's wings to prevent hurricanes. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here, and as my boy Willie said... If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here, While these visions did appear; And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend.
Imagine a scary looking teddy bear that everyone seems too afraid to hug. Now, imagine one child being brave enough to take the bear home, and snuggle into bed with the scary bear, seeing that he really is sweet underneath the creepy. Then, imagine that teddy bear tying the child down, and sicking the monster under his bed on him in his sleep. That smiling stuffed animal is me...
I know that this has been around for awhile, but it sort of took a bit to become truly cult material.
posted by myrddin @ 5:50 AM
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