Dark Plastic Lonely Life

Original Post from April 4, 2010

 Dark Plastic Lonely Life

As a child I never really liked any dolls – especially show dolls. When I was little I always preferred the stuffed animal toys over dolls. Despite my fear of the freaky female plastic forms, my mom would adorn my room with new ones sometimes on special occasions or holidays. I don’t know why I never shared my dread of the frightful things with her as she would give to me as gifts. I guess I was too young to speak my mind. I would always fake happy and take them and on the shelf they would go in my bedroom to stare at me with their beady eyes and appalling frozen smirks on their little plastic faces,

or they would get thrown into my toy chest to live out a dark and lonely life. At night, when the moonlight would shine through my second story bedroom window, I would watch the awful faces turn into ever worsening and evolving twisted expressions as my young eyes would pear out from my blanket held right underneath my little nose. I swear I could see their faces actually change and twist and move in the moonlight; it was really strange. Deep inside I knew that this wasn’t true, and that the dolls were just plastic, but every night I would turn around to finally fall asleep with my face against the wall hugging my stuffed Red Clifford animal

that would be my savior from the living breathing plastic evil just 10 feet away from my bed. Oh and one human doll that I do remember really adoring is my Raggedy Ann that was the one that I could actually stand.

To this day I have never understood why dolls are for the majority of the time so strange looking. Even the non show type give me a good laugh most of the time. I look back and wonder now if my mom would find me the strangest looking dolls to give me because she really had a sick twisted sense of humor, and I do remember her laughing sometimes when she gave them to me. I wish I would have had the conversation with her before she passed away to get an answer…but now I’ll never know. So here’s to my mom who I have dedicated many of my blogs to because she made my childhood so peculiar and I look back on it now and it’s great, and it made me the sick twisted person I am today.

Believe it or not, I had a doll that looked kind of like this. It was thrown into my toy chest and remained there to live its life until it was finally grabbed by its leg (I’m sure) and thrown into a pile for a garage sale. It was truly ridiculously hideous don’t ya think?

One that I had on my shelf looked kinda like this…just ew

Oh my God no no no no! Just found this and thought it noteworthy…ha

 

As I got older in my childhood and started to enjoy the horror genre – I certainly would have appreciated this little baby creature…oh yeah Okay I know this is really morbid and I'm sorry...but I thought it was...well I don't know it's a doll people, so don't get your underwear all in a bunch.

And finally in closing – I want these dolls right now!

Signed,
Filthy Regan

Just One of Many Past - Scribbles Challenge #91

Original post Oct 27, 2010 

Title: Just One of Many Past

Scribbles Challenge #91

Write whatever you like using this picture as your inspiration:

Always respect the dead!

this is what he pointedly said-

I watched with eyes of dread-

as he slammed him on the steel bed-

and he prepared his bloated head-

with tools his innards were shred-

his body would be cleaned and bled-

and with chemicals he would be fed-

I think his name was Ted-

I wish I would have quickly fled-

I should have watched TV instead-

the floor was oh so wet and red-

I think this man was overfed-

he may have eaten too much bread-

his intestines began to spread-

I slipped upon a tiny thread-

on the sliminess my feet did tread-

I landed on the floor widespread-

the words on the wall could not be read-

I saw the light high overhead-

the rest is to remain unsaid.