I am doll parts. Bad skin. Doll heart.

April 29, 2008

Most fashionable reader! Is NaPoWriMoFa/ FaNaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month of Fashion/Fashionable National Poetry Writing Month) finally coming to a close? Is it? I must confess that, instead of diligently working on a poemlogue for tonight’s NaPoWriMoFa/ FaNaPoWriMo installment, I one) worked diligently on the .gif file of Bret Michaels in All His Fashionable Glory found in my previous post; and two) read about a national gang of killers that leaves smiley faces as calling cards and may be responsible for over 40 deaths in 11 states. Yikes! Even though I outgrew my serial killer obsession at the tender age of twelve or so (and yes, this is true, and yes, I fully realize that the truthiness of that statement will cause many of you to cringe in horror), this story interests me because of the smiley faces. They are EXACTLY like the Smileys in the highly controversial (yet incredibly boring, in my humble opinion) PS2 game Manhunt. And that freaks me out a little. They’re not connected, of course — these killings began about 11 years ago, and Manhunt was first released in 2003 — but the idea that an evilly twisted collective unconscious exists is a bit disconcerting.

Smiley faces in random places scare the bejesus out of me, but not as much as dolls do. My fear of dolls is a direct result of an episode of The Waltons (yes I watched The Waltons! do not judge me!) I saw when I was very, very young. The episode was “The Changling,” and in it, Elizabeth — perhaps experiencing teenage angst for the very first time — realizes that whenever she gets angry or upset, things start to move around the house. There was one scene (that is giving me chillbumps as I’m typing this. seriously.) where Elizabeth was in bed on a dark stormy night. She looks across her room at her WRETCHED WRETCHED RAGGEDY ANN DOLL when the lightning flashes. When the lightning flashes once more, Elizabeth sees that her WRETCHED WICKED EVIL RAGGEDY ANN DOLL HAS CHANGED LOCATIONS!!! How could this have happened, most fashionable reader? HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED???!!!

This poem

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