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2002-04-22 - 11:41 p.m. ...and so i says to the guy, i says, "continuity's overrated." he wept like a madman. anyhoo, quess who's back? mr. bubbsy! yes, that's correct, my experiments to reanimate dead tissue were a success. mr. bubbsy (or frankenbubbsy, as i have re-dubbed him) is alive and well. true, he's a bit soggy and a bit smelly, and his skin is a bit looser now than it was, but he is invisible afterall so looks shouldn't matter that much. in honor of this fortuitous vivication i have written a poem: there's mustard in there too i ate them both without delay and threw up in the loo. true, that has nothing to do with frankenbubbsy, but it is beautiful nonetheless. oh, by the way, i ran over charon with my electric scooter. "you have an electric scooter?" you ask. "sounds lovely." and indeed, it is lovely. dr. lambtree gave it to me when he found out that i knew about his secret "puppet show" connection. i ride it round and round my room constantly. i've begun to wear a circle in my carpeting that's nearly a meter in diameter. of course, operating a machine of such magnitude and power has some safety risks. to counteract this frankenbubbsy made me some driving goggles out of bottle caps and electrical tape. true, i'm quite blind when i wear them, but I look quite snazzy wearing them, my hair blowing in the wind. at long last, i, the somewhat reclusive cecil bacharach, has become...a chick magnet. BOO-YEAH!!
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