However, I feel compelled to share with you the latest item to come to us from my grandmother, if only to shed light on my potential future disappearance/brutal dismembering. ("She was delightful and had no enemies," the police will say. "Who could have done this? And why did they use such a tiny, tiny knife?")
My grandmother did not create this . . . entity. But I know who did. It came home with us in a box last week with a variety of other arts and crafts from the 1960's.
|Crafts were the alternative to watching/starring in internet porn back then.|
Which is a more significant sign of the apocalypse?
Then I flipped it over.
|OH MY GOD.|
Now it lives next to my bed, seemingly staring at the ceiling for hours, days at a time.
Until you pick it up, and realize anew that all along it has been staring into your soul.