Sticks and stones my break my bones, but a garden cultivator may impale me, rip off my body and attach my arms to itself VIA screws.
There is something eerily comforting about the doll’s face – that is of course, if you can get past the fact that it’s attached to a garden tool.
Why so dirty baby?
I can haz mah weedz pulled?
The longer I stare at this face the more and more I become attached to it.
Must. Get. Away.
Must. Fight. Urge. To. Breastfeed. It.
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Posted by sam {temptingmama} on November 19, 2008 @ 10:00 pm
November 20th, 2008 at 11:08 am
Even though it’s looking to the left, (or it’s right), it’s creepy enough for me to feel like it is following me wherever I go.
I thoroughly enjoy how the buttons make it that much classier and not at all creeeeeepy.
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November 20th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
I dunno… I may have to differ here. This almost qualifies as folk art. Disturbing folk art, maybe.
November 20th, 2008 at 12:20 pm
I totally love this!
I made an award far a car show once with a decapatated doll. I even gave her a pirate patch and metal boobs. It was awesome!
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November 20th, 2008 at 6:18 pm
This reminds me of a movie a saw like forever ago about a doll that was wrapped in chains and then te chains were unwrapped and it had like a spirit thing in it that brought the doll to life with the chains off. It was wierd.
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November 23rd, 2008 at 10:22 pm
This is sick and wrong and lovely. Kinda reminds me of something the neighbor kid on Toy Story would make. ‘Course, then he’d blow it up.
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