You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg. Smile.dog comes to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true. There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see Smile.dog. It talks to me.
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Everything That Ever Was, Available Forever.
During my childhood, this book was treasured unobtainium. And now it's a click away. This post-informational-scarcity world is weird.
Photos are up of Pop Roxx Purple: The Hundred Days. This officially concludes Halloweenocaust 2011!
You may now return your costumes to the Containment Facility until the next incursion. Thank you for your cooperation.
Since these petitions are ignored apart from an occasional patronizing and inane political statement amounting to nothing more than a condescending pat on the head, we the signers would enjoy having the illusion of success. Since no other outcome to this process seems possible, we demand that the White House immediately assign a junior staffer to compose a tame and vapid response to this petition, and never attempt to take any meaningful action on this or any other issue. We would also like a cookie.
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