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The Head Dude
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Hungarian artist Géza Szöllősi is someone I’d like to meet, if only to ask, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Here’s a guy sitting around surfing the internet on taxidermy and a lightbulb goes off in his head. “Hey guys! Check it out! I’m gonna put a basketball bladder into a cow’s head!” and all his buddies snort Dreher’s beer out of their noses and spill their tallboys onto their laps to give him an enthusiastic thumbs up.
It’s a complete mystery. Nobody knows exactly what went down in the San Fernando Valley in 1983 except for one proud lady displaying her bowling balls that she grew from seeds.
But that poster… creep city. An overweight one-armed busty yellow jacket with spit curls offsets the mysterious code on the right, below which is a secret symbol, kind of an anti-yin-yang deal. I smell evil.
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Some animation combinations just kinda creep me out.





“Crispy decapitated amputees and fuming black males: 1st Floor;
Full-scale Barbies, accessories and original packaging: 2nd Floor;
Miscellaneous torsos and body parts: 3rd Floor;
Tanning Party on Four.”
You REALLY don’t want to know what’s on the upper floors, and the basement is just disgusting.
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You can’t ignore me forever.
I’ve hidden your straw.
I’m gonna play “Everything Is Beautiful” over and over and over if you don’t come out.
I can still see your toes.
There’s a spider above you.
I’ve locked the bathroom door.
I’m still sitting here, and I’m watching you.
I’m going to be very quiet now…