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October 5, 2006

10.05.06

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A painting by Robert Dowling. More of his work can be found here.

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Now I'm having bad memories of Teddy from that A.I. movie.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 5, 2006 11:06 AM · Permalink

The lone teddy sat on the hill watching the ballon. No one was aware that Dev had implanted two mini-cams in its eyes so that he could see what it sees. He had become obsessed with following the teddy's adventures as it was passed between different people. He had become a voyeur into the world of the childhood teddy bear. Dev was sure that someone would rescue the bear before the storm hit in all its earnest. The storm and the weather ballon did provide him with some interesting viewing. Dev thought it might be good to sell the content.

Posted by: and at October 5, 2006 12:18 PM · Permalink

Behind him, perilously close behind him, is the storm. Implacable, violent, electric.

Before him...impossibly distant before him, is the balloon. Hovering, tranquil, bouyant.

The bear sits on the hill. His back is to the storm. His eyes are fixed upon the baloon.

He will not touch the balloon, not ever again. It has gone too far. It is lost to him forever.

The storm will destroy him, soak his felt to disintegration, start a fire to burn him, or jolt him outright into oblivion.

Yet he faces the balloon, and not the storm.

It is not an act of cowardice.

Posted by: Jeff R. at October 5, 2006 3:21 PM · Permalink

Mass of the Razor:

Peter knew that wearing the bear suit was risky.

“Bring me the hide of the mighty bear!” is what Master had ordered.
But, that was mighty risky too.

A bear suit quickly hemmed and stitched to size would have to do.

And a cookie gift balloon.

“Maybe, if Master laughed a little…” thought Peter, knowing all the while that Master does not laugh.

Getting gang-banged by a bunch of skinheads and dumped in the middle of nowhere, wasn’t part of the plan. “If only I hadn’t tied my cell phone to the balloon, and eaten all the cookies….”, moaned Peter.

Posted by: Kasac at October 5, 2006 4:24 PM · Permalink