Compliments of Elmo Questopopo, we bring you, TEEVEE HEAD

teevee head going crazy in gorcery aisle eleventeen with the crispy dog food
weiners and the electric floor buffer juice. why nobody might fine they way
home (willya lookit that tree?!) after reckoning with a picture toob head
like that. so teevee head switched to eyeon42 to catch the latest on the
snobegobling tourna(whatever that)ment. he inflated his wobbly bunnycat joey
and goed to lesbosdesgochoe to try on some shoes with shiny eyeballs on the
tongue that light up when you step in dogshit. all played out like a deck of
cards aces low, teevee head blowed up glowing bright red tomatoes leaking
juice from here to yusta, the big city local affiliate. one day even if
jesus showed up dressed up lie a dockworker in a monkeysuit, nobody would
even bought him a goddam taco because the slightest idee came unstuck when everybody looked like a mommalookaboobooday, a deja vu day voodoo if there never was one. so anyway, the next time teeveehead opened his blue halogen eyes, test pattern head came out of retirement and flashed teeveehead a hawaii high channel five-0 made with real brazilian frappe swordfishbrain just like molly twondeenacurlew who didn't recognize nobody esept he wobbly bunnycat joey. testpattern head opened he indian eyes slow like the vacuum of space
and nod before the whole scene changed into an ol blackened white cartoon.
no one could fine a simpler use for a product nobody could pronounce the
name of, so of course it was on sale and the coupons expired the day before
they were delivered and onions. you could spell it b-l-u.