Once in a great while, something truly wonderful shambles across the shelves and into our hearts. I give to you Madeline. I wonder what happened to her. Maybe they let her out from her tiny cell underneath the staircase, on Halloween, perhaps Boxing Day. But I hope not. She kind of freaks me out.
From her “fresh from the garlic press” hair to her amazing, remiped flippers, there is nothing here that is good or wholesome. Thankfully she’s mostly enshrouded in…uh…a thick layer of corn flour and elmer’s glue, but some parts of her still peek through to scare the heck out of the kiddies.
The gods took my eye from me…but they gave me this. Oh, I can see all manner of things through it. ALL manner of things. I see…Well, in all likelihood the stock market will take a 2-point hit, and the cubs are not likely to win the world series. That’s about the extent of my insight, really.
Oh, sweetie…can we discuss elective surgery? Something to tighten up those neck muscles a bit. It looks like you’ve brought your own pillow to the sleepover. I’m not sure what to do about the weird pustules in your funny full-body smock, but that’s clearly secondary to the goiter/stole thing you’ve got going on.
Liver, anyone? I made it myself.
AMAZINGLY, they passed her up for David Bowie in the lead for “Labyrinth.” Though she does appear in the Bog of Eternal Stench scene. As the bog.
Not sure what we have going on here. I think there’s some Japanese yokai or something that’s a grandmother with tentacles on the back of her head and a robe covered with little mouths and a weird crystal ball that steals your liver. I saw it on “SailorMoon.” But it doesn’t translate into English. Or 3rd grade pottery. Something got lost somewhere
Say goodnight, Gracie. Er, Madeline.
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