It’s no secret I have a crippling fear of eyeballs. These glasses that are permanently glued to the back of my ears ain’t for fashion, ya’ll (okay, well that’s not totally true, because my frames go hard) they’re because I’m slowing going blind and contacts scare the shit out of me. LASIK? Fuhgeddaboudit. Nobody is going near my peepers. I told myself that this summer I was gonna buy those Mishka leggings as a way to face my fear. I also said I was gonna test out contacts, but that was a bold-face lie. To myself.
That image above this post? Yeah, that shit frightens me too.
Anyway eyeballs scare me. Tales of eyes popping out of ones skull, Anime daggers to the socket, Minority Report, lab rat experiments, and that crazy bitch that ate eyes in The Crow (oshit that was Bai Ling?!?! Figures) have all been a factor. And now you can add this shit to the list.
Mike, much like the rest of the country, is going through some fiscally troubling times. Sure, his deal more with legal fees for child abuse cases and not subprime mortgages, but thats all apples-to-apples to me. He’s auctioning off all of his rad shit, and I DO WANT!
I’m pretty concerned with how I can get my mitts on this sweet robot-head-thing outta Moonwalker, one of my favorite movies when I was a kid. The going rate is $2,000-3,000. I think I’m gonna have to bid.
