I just realized that I want to be the lovechild of the Boulet Brothers, David Wong and Terry Gilliam. “You gon’ be a lonely girl,” she just told me. But, I don’t care. I am what I am and I have to finish my shift. The only Being forced to live with me is ME and I cannot get bogged down in minutiae right now.

Moving on:

The topic is “scary shit” from an American childhood in the 80’s. It was special back then, as the media was pushing us to touch and feel, getting out of our TV Home comfort zone. Stop-motion, clay, puppets and slime, special effects, epic landscapes, gore, fantasy and functional makeup–really interesting and flashy time with Art, as always. 

Feel free to comment as the Wells of Childhood Traumas are everflowing/never dry. Yes, the Wells are capitalized as if it is a place. Those who have visited there know it. I may not have experienced what you did, but I can feel the hurt and shame, just the same, and can identify with you as a human. We were standing at the Wall together, wherever you were. I See YOU and I Hear YOU. You are NOT alone. I shall seek this common thread…

People, weez are yer people (Gollum voice, Dork²). Here goes. Yes, I know my mind works in a strange way. I have gotten thus far in life. It is tough to be different. It is supposed to be slightly uncomfortable. I can amuse myself if it comes down to it. After everything, it seems an almost flippant response; it fastens me to thinking, and thinking can sometimes be the flatulent enemy. Gas filled, all of us. Need to treat ourselves better and/or get over ourselves. OK, task at hand…

Skooooorry stuff, y’all. Built me to what I am today. Look it up in the endless web and synthesize your own view from the perspectives of the past. Could you imagine a similar existence than we belay? Bet Not. In the South, we can go very dark in past deeds. It is so thick that I can hardly walk with these coagulated webs. I abduct my arms to view the damage of the layers. But we don’t linger long because the future is waiting…Don’t get caught up!

Yes, I realize, this is becoming a little strange, but humor me…

Chide-hood FKT 4Eva (Yaasss Marky Mark) Lszt:

Seeing bubbles before my vision was my first memory, looking up, through their distortion to the heavens on a cloudy day. I think that I was 3 years old, maybe smaller. I vaguely have the sense that people are drinking tea as I die. An idea that it may be around April. 

Hmph. Figures I’d die in the Spring. Friggin Spring. The goldfish swam above me and my eyes lazily went up towards the Heavens that Remained Ambivalent. Bubbles break the surface while I commented, unable to enable speech, but clear in diction to me. Eyes moved to look at the gloom around me. The coolness on my eyeballs was slightly reassuring as new tissue gets exposed to air–or, Wait! No air. In the water, there. The globes of my eyes rotated on their axis. There is pressure as I moved eye muscles towards the clouds, sinking down. This moment may have been the end until my Grandmom pulled me out of their small Koi pond. 

Yes. Beautiful. Life. And Death! Beautifully destructive to continue the churn of awareness. We must be some type of warriors. The world has always had a curious disposition since that point. 

Again. Moving on! Focus, please, Fool [smacks back of my head]. 

*clears throat*

List of 80’s scary Shit (if you were alive then, or a weirdo Horror/Fantasy aficionado, then you may recall) in no particular order:

–Death of the Emperor and the scene of Chamberlain screaming while being disrobed in The Dark Crystal (1982)

–Death of Queen Admira in The Hugga Bunch Movie (1985)

–The Wheelers and those whack-assed Rocks in Return to Oz (1985)

–Large Marge, of course (Pee-wee’s Big Adventure, 1985)

–Dumbo’s trip with the Pink Elephants (1941 and re-released by Disney seemingly once a generation to scare the living shit out of people anew; Be like “Aw, little dude, you are abused and really high, don’t freak out, It’ll get better. Hug Mama.”)

–Heffalumps and Woozles (The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, 1977)

–The Helping Hands and Trash Lady from Labyrinth (1986)

–Stuck behind the glass and Jabberwocky scene in Alice in Wonderland (1985)

—An American Tail (1986) “There are No Cats in America” song 

—The Secret of NIMH (1982). Nuf Said.

–Gmork with his eyelids pulsing up and down with evil delight, representing the Nothing in The Neverending Story (1984). And the scene with the horse? Ugh, broke my heart.

–(Indiana Jones is a repeat offender and one of my all-time favorites.) The death of the Nazi dude in Raiders (1981) and then again in Last Crusade (1989) with the cup of Christ. I probably should have been more freaked out by the Temple of Doom (1984) when that guy gets his heart ripped out/lowered into the fiery pit in undead sweaty panic. Instead it freaked me out more that there were flies all over the food that the villagers that sent Indy to his adventure were eating with their fingers. (OCD and first world innate psychosocial entitlement strikes again, I guess). Then, the alligators rolled around in glee while feasting, huzzah!

–“Perils of Punky” 2-part Punky Brewster (1985) crisis that I tried to pretend didn’t happen

—The Navigator: A Medieval Odyssey (1988). Yeah, probably the whole thing.

–Death in Adventures of Baron Munchausen (1988)

–Beta in The Last Starfighter (1984)

The 80’s were when we started talking to the computer, the Void in an android form. We got used to, as I am now, finger fucking computers to write words and process the crazies that flow out of the head. Like poking your finger in the clay of the Earth with a “pffft” to break the crust on top and the energy escapes from underneath. IN-teresting.

Instead of paper or just acknowledging a presence, we are again in the age to touch. We have you, dear electronics. Wrangle reasoning if you can. Touch screen, touch people. 

This is certainly not an exhaustive list. Feel free to comment if you have others.