Media Monday - Cringe McCringerson

WARNING: THIS IS A LIVING DEAD DOLLS POST

Yes, yes and YES. Here's something SUPER special for Media Monday. The first picture has NOTHING to do with this post, it's just something to make sure you don't DIE of a heart attack. Yes, I'm showing you My Living Dead Dolls. Not ALL of them, just the first few I ever got.

Imagine me as a 13 - 14-year-old, goth as all heck, obsessed with murder and death (kind of still obsessed with the murder part today). I found out about Living Dead Dolls through the internet, I think and I spent HOURS looking at livingdeaddolls.com (which is still up and running). I probably will only show pictures of them when it comes time to do a doll inventory or for Halloween because I'm trying REALLY hard to make this a kid/ parent-friendly blog.

These pictures are (kinda thankfully) buried on my Facebook Page but I HAD to resurrect them for this blog. The pictures themselves are... okay, I guess. So here goes. This was in 2010 - almost 8 years ago.

Orchid - Series 19 - Death Date Sept. 20, 1607  - Death Certificate Poem -
"Little Orchid
Is a vampire kid
Who so wanted to be a spook
But how do you feed
When the substance you need
Makes you want to puke"

Haemon - Series 19 - Death Date: August 24th, 1821 - Death Certificate Poem -
"Haemon was never a nice sunny boy
But rather all fang, bloodlust and hate.
Until a nice boy learned just how to destroy
And a stake through the heart sealed his fate"

Nohell - Special - Death Date: December 25th, 1957 - Death Certificate Poem -:
"Some Dolls are Meant to bring kids joy
But Nohell is a doll unlike any other toy
Made from spoiled milk and blackened coal
Ruining the holidays is her ultimate goal"

Look at the reflection... 

Most of the responses I got from these pics were "omg that's so scary why would you do that"... That is kind of the same reaction I expect here. If you don't like the dolls just because of the way they are and want me to get rid of them or never talk of them, you knew what you were getting into. So... you got no one to blame but yourself for that.