With apologies to Donna Fargo for sullying her '72 hit, I present for your shivery perusal an incredible gift I just received yesterday -- the opaque, gelatinous terror known as Gummy Face:
The Devil's Rain (especially in fleshtone like this!).
It would also be less disturbing if it didn't remind me of so many other odd things...
I think this one is spot on.
Yep. Pretty uncanny.
It's not that I don't appreciate the gift -- anything that makes me giggle and cringe in terror is a good thing.
But I won't be eating it.
I'm thinking that if I left it in its packaging (do gummies go bad? Is that a new reality show?), it will shrink down to a dark, hard little face... that I can then put in a bowl of water and watch grow over 600x its size like those other weird toys:
Gummy Face, you are candy, toy and traumatizing demon in one stark, scary little package.
And it looks like he was made from