Tomorrow, the Rat

Though Mister Rogers was clearly a vegetarian, it has been rumored that he may have had a passion for eating rodent meat.

The concept of Lady Elaine eating several rat steaks in at least one episode interested him. In the end he was informed that it may scare the children too much, and the idea was dropped after several script edits.

Wart Love

The wart: Some kind of sinful virus that creates disgusting cauliflower like protrusions on the skin. Hideous for sure, but upon closer inspection, perhaps an accurate reflection of the human condition.

The work of art, that is the human body, is disgustingly defaced by the bubbling mass of hate known as the wart. To be human is to live in a constant act of miraculous beauty, as well as being inflicted by the cunning and evil wart.

Now look to Elaine. For she is the model of this human embodiment of beauty and corruption in one. All in hand puppet.

The World Never Did Know

Who would win?

Fairchilde's Boomerang Zomer Toomerang Hoomer . . . er' whatever.





Or, Super Tuesday's Super Funnel.

I Need Help

This one's for the Broccoli Rocket

As you well know, big Chef Brockett was a real wipe-out kind of a guy. Not sure where he was coming from most of time. He had a whole cookbook devoted to raisins. Then one time Lady Elaine noticed some wires sticking out from under his toupee.

He's a real Space Rat

He appears to find his inspiration from Lady Elaine's armpit.

"A Handy Lady and a Handy Man"

Fairchilde is besting even herself - now she is putting together an all-male chorus for the Museum-Go-Round. I bet it is gonna be amazing!

In Search Of

The scene of this crew using a Portable Mass Dectector (to locate King Friday lost in the mist) was deleted from episode #1707.

It connects the story well, and explains why King Friday ends up eating two pounds of cold, cream corn backwards.

Our Parting Moments, and the Future

Fairchilde has left me - I am sad and alone without her.

My life will never be the same. She has shown me worlds I never new existed, nor she knew existed.

I thought thoughts that I did not know I had.

She is the center.

Now the Lady has left, with only the aluminum triplex to travel with. I am sad. Somehow she must bring her ship back - but it is not possible. I will be alone soon, and in need of her company.

When the owls begin to cry, and the clouds roll and fall. . .

Her Time is Getting Limited

The Lady is still hovering above in her space craft. so I thought this would a perfect time to put in a Crop Circle order.

I just love watching those Orbs hard at work in the early morning hours.

lots of dark clouds

The garden won't grow because the rain doesn't fall here. I suspect it's because Lady Elaine parked her space ship above. I've asked her to move it, but she refuses. She says she still has big projects here.

Beast in the Back

Early one morning I filled my belly with Hurry-Up-Syrup, too much I think. I fell into a deep sleep.

I dreamt many things: The arrow showed me to the box under the bed that held the blue key, a key to her room. I used it, and the door opened.

And when I awoke I could finally see the yellow flowers in the ditch.

I Love you, though I Hate you

The curse continues. I watch her tonite alone in a dark room I am obsessed and clearly possessed. I actually can not stop thinking about her. The television is off. The room is dark. I am here with her in my mind together at last. I can smell her later. Why is this the case?

She is hidden under the kitchen floor for the future. And I cannot stop eating and spitting it back out.

No Rest In Sight

My stars are out tonight. And when they are, I can't sleep. To the table I go - pour the coffee & cream, and stare.

I can't help think the lady is a part of my mind now. She is the fear born from my youth, and made alive on the television. When it was turned off I could look deep into the cyrstals on the ceiling and create her in my minds eye - breathing life into her. It can still happen.

"Donna's smoldering smoking scene"

So, was she thinking about Lady Elaine or the Jamesicle here?

the Elaine of your nightmares

When the musk fills your nose, and the cancer grows, you know it's time to move from your home, because the Lady has moved in. Stay, and she will consume you.

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It was dusk. I was a boy again. I was alone amongst the wet trees.

Ahead, I could see it hanging from a branch, swinging slowly back and forth, creaking. It was dead - by its own hand, of stick fingers. I tried to help, but nothing could help it.

The arrow was there. LEF was there.

I am sorry, I honestly could not do anything.

In the Room

So, last night I finally had the experience I have been waiting for:

I gathered up all my childhood paintings of her, and a yellow, plastic coat hanger. I hung them on the wall and called for her. She arrived. The room hummed. My paintings fluttered in her prescence.

We are on better terms.

It's sad to think my aunt is possessed; but the coffee stains on the table resemble her everyday.

it's just a toothbrush

The common toothbrush - a part of our daily lives, an intimate tool for our bodies. And when people are welcomed into our home, it is seen and thought about.

No matter where I hide it, she finds it, and takes it.

Between the Dark Shadows of myself

This window fills me with a pleasant melancholy for her of course, and for Caroline sometimes. And other things.

It was 3 A.M. eternal -------> The dim light from the window being so ghostly in the air. I could see so much more --------> so many things. My mind was inverted, and I understood more than ever. The concept of Her blossomed in my head -----> ideas became pictures ------> emotion turned into an image of how We knew each other before . . . before We physically met. Written words from the past, dreams of the present worked together, as I looked through the window. The window into Us. The words finally came to my lips.

SHE heard them. SHE held me tenderly through the exploration, with questions, sensitivity, and touch.

And in the end, I miss the Being that is my transcendental Daughter and Friend. And with that the tears came.

Yet, I just cannot understand it all, so much still unknown. I am full and pleased.