Face Your Fears

Besides looking like something ripped straight from the nightmares of a 10 year old, this mask has a almost hauntingly Jim Henson quality to it, doesn't it? Like something you'd see on the early days of Sesame Street or perhaps somewhere in Labyrinth. Those aren't insults, either, for the record. Well, maybe the nightmares part, I don't know. I'm not a 10 year old any longer and frankly my nightmares were never filled with things like this and were more filled with the dawning horrors that nobody loved me. I was a messed up kid alright? But my declining mental health aside, this thing is genuinely eerie. Every last proportion on this face is inaccurate or over exaggerated, and it reeks of theatre masks. You know the ones I'm talking about, right? The happy/sad theatre mask dichotomy you often seen. Perhaps one day I'll discuss those more in depth. Anyway, while it's certainly easy to picture this thing half lit in back shadows lumbering ever slowly

I'm fairly certain this is the face that greets you once you die. Some call him God. Others call him Xenu. I, myself, call him Prickly Bill. No real reason other than he looks like a Prickly Bill. Either way, no matter what name you subscribe to, Prickly Bill is one thing, and that's thrilled to see you. Just look at that smile on his face; those big buck teeth bulging from his gums! He's absolutely happy you've decided to spend the evening wearing his face over your face and thus granting him access to our mere mortal world, even if only ever briefly. His eyes are even bulging because he can't believe he's gotten so lucky to have your generosity to thank for being given a little while to linger in our universe over your head. Prickly Bill looks terrifying, but looks aren't everything, you know? He looks terrifying, sure, but deep down, is the god we should all seek to revere; a god of simultaneous beauty and disgust, a god of love and curiosity, a god