Context is king!
Seriously, it is. And now I have the proof. I noticed something earlier today when making a worksheet for my class. I’m hoping this isn’t just a Rorschach test style thing where I’m seeing evil and nobody else will get it. But we’ll see.
What the shit? Is that a pickled eye staring into the sky, looking for cavities in the souls of birds it can infect and slowly eat away at. Is it a decaying hot spring filled with frogspawn and topped off with the ejaculate of a thousand perpetually dying tadpoles?
No, it’s neither of those things. Look closely. Some of you may have figured this out, but it’s actually a jacket potato.
Seriously, it can not just be me. Look at this!
Tasty right? Looks good, doesn’t it? Nice bit of tuna, some sweetcorn, a thoroughly clean plate. Nice right?
No! Take the edges away, and suddenly it’s not a jacket potato anymore, it’s a dried up kidney that’s bleeding flatworms. This thing is genuinely unnerving to me. They all are!
A strange submarine, covered in dried warts, and topped off with spongiform brain disorder. Or at least what I imagine a visual representation of that word would look like. It’s a treasure chest filled with the ghosts of millions of barnacles that died of heartache after being scraped off boats and now they want revenge.
This one is a lepper’s hairbrush. You can still see the remnants of a face, scraped off and stretched around the brush, with only the flakes of puss and… strangely enough cheese. That’s definitely cheese up there on top of all that horror.
This isn’t just me is it? There are thousands of photos of them on the internet, and they all look reasonably tasty when surrounded with absolutely anything. The universe itself, acts as a pacifier for this thing. But as soon as you take it away, you’re left with a very real sense of unease. I’m going to be on the lookout now for previously comforting things made terrifying by the absence of an environment.
They should make these things star in horror movies. Or at least as the posters.
That is fucking MUCH scarier than most of the things I see on the side of busses. I see that when I get off the tube I am going to see that film, and I’m taking my clones with me.
That’s a still taken from the trailer to Saw 3D. That’s not just me is it? That’s the same person at least three times. Are horror movies cloning their audiences to sell tickets? And why is that revelation still less frightening than this fucking potato?
