From: bryker@cwis.unomaha.edu (Barrett T. Ryker)
Subject: The Forbidden Muppet Text
Organization: University of Nebraska at Omaha
Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1993 18:57:44 GMT

I got this file a few years ago from a local BBS.  the writer claims it is
only a story, but we know better than that, don't we?

Also, I will be posting the .GIF of the muppets in hell shortly.



           CDC COMMUNICATIONS
               PRESENTS...
         SESAME ST. POSSESSION

            BY SWAMP RAT

 >>> A CULT PUBLICATION......1988 <<<

   -CDC- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -CDC-

This story was written for a test in my senior (hs) english class.
        I hope you like it.  The teacher did....

        John was twelve years old.  It was summer vacation and John
had been enjoying his time, wallowing in boredom.  What better to do
than sit on the living room floor and watch the local PBS station on
the family tv?  Ah, bliss. After several hou rs of this, his eyes
and mind began to glaze over as "Sesame Street" eventually came on.
Little did he know the program was to be his ultimate downfall into a
new world of bizarre occult nightmares....
        After an extended period of watching fuzzy puppets with speech
impediments tell bad jokes to small, inarticulate minority children
and indigent senior citizens, a strange feeling came over John....
He began to see visions in his head, vision s he'd never seen before...
visions of plump puppets; impaling each other with forks, suffocating
themselves with oven mitts, and flying kites with large yellow birds.
Then, the image of a dozen red ladybugs hopping around in a circle,
counting, burned itself into his brain.  John imagined himself to be a
ladybug and began to circle around the room on the plush carpet.
"...Ten eleven twelve... and they all gathered 'round... at the
ladybugs' picnic!"  the words screamed immutably from his lips along
with bits of spittle in his excitement.  John was changing...
        Bubbling, John rushed to the kitchen, and with a histrionic
voice began beating with his tender young fists on the garbage can
underneath the sink. "oscar!" he yelled, "oscar!  the sun is the north!
The time is now!  Rise, Oscar, rise!"  Mad with rage, he then lurched
for his bedroom, grabbing a large knife from a counter-top rack on his
way out.
        "Die!  DIE, you pagan bastard!"  The words exploded with
passion and shook his once-peaceful room.  John incessantly began to
stab his fred flintstone bop bag with the blade of gleaming stainless
steel.  "DIE DIE DIE!" ... His screams continu ed to ejaculate from his
furious mouth as the cheery yellow inflatable toy became a sullen pile
of deflated, insane hatred on the floor.  John grinned....
        Impervious to rational thought, John was now a slave to oscar
the grouch.  Climbing on the bed, John projectile-vomited his oatsy-
toatsy- spiffy-puff cereal(tm) on the wall for good measure, which
glistened upon the glossy wallpaper as it flowed to the floor.
Satisfaction would be his. Laughing hysterically, he dashed to the
garage where he rummaged among the bits of miscellaneous trash until he
found it... the gasoline container.  Barely able to control his shaking
hands, John managed to uncap the container which he raised high above
his head and saturated his body with the flammable liquid.
John's laughter had become an inhuman shriek as he struck the match....


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