Highlights from the Diary of Pop
June 19, 1980
My skin is stretched;
My name is etched.
Suddenly, I’m stuffed,
And again I am fluffed.
I cannot see. I cannot smell. I am deprived of all senses excluding touch and hearing. I have my skin; I have my ears, but that is all. The belt underneath me is cold, and there are noises everywhere around me. The constant buzzing of machines is driving me insane. In front of me I can hear other animals exclaiming “I can see!”, so I know that I will soon be getting eyes. Despite knowing that it is coming, I also exclaim once I get my sight. It is all a bright blur of groaning, grey machinery. I look down at my foot and see my name. Pop. A nose is sewn onto my face, quickly followed by my tongue. I now have all of my senses, so I know that I am about to be grabbed off the belt and stuffed into a box. And so I think, “My adventure begins here.”
My name is etched.
Suddenly, I’m stuffed,
And again I am fluffed.
I cannot see. I cannot smell. I am deprived of all senses excluding touch and hearing. I have my skin; I have my ears, but that is all. The belt underneath me is cold, and there are noises everywhere around me. The constant buzzing of machines is driving me insane. In front of me I can hear other animals exclaiming “I can see!”, so I know that I will soon be getting eyes. Despite knowing that it is coming, I also exclaim once I get my sight. It is all a bright blur of groaning, grey machinery. I look down at my foot and see my name. Pop. A nose is sewn onto my face, quickly followed by my tongue. I now have all of my senses, so I know that I am about to be grabbed off the belt and stuffed into a box. And so I think, “My adventure begins here.”