The Barbie doll, symbol of polymer frigidity and ageless

unending post adolescence coupled with co-arayan Kens, who

are likewise polymerized eunuchs or perhaps just genitally

deformed.



A Barbie and Ken festival, the grandstands overflowing with

the monotonous and repetitious likenesses of thousands of pods

of hardened goo from the bowels of Hawthorne, California, with

dainty little Barbies in tutus and chiffon kimonos, hip huggers

and taffeta gowns, all prancing about in blonde bee-hives and

pink frost lipstick.



A slim crescent of a moon appears in a magenta to violet sky,

propelling these petrochemical androids into absurd lunacy,

as they writhe upon the ground, licking the scum of dogs and

nauseated winos with pointed pink toungues, smearing their

likenesses upon the ground and howling the mad screech of the

banshee.



Barbies of all descriptions and types: Malibu Barbies, Madame

Pompadour Barbies, Balinese Barbies, Siamese Barbies, little

Spanish maja Goya senorita Barbies, carnival in Rio Barbies,

Gulag Archipelago suffering emaciated whipped and languid Barbies,

shrouded Islamic fundamentalist beating themselves with chains

until they bleed Barbies, tall slim ebony Queen of Sheba in gold

and ivory Barbies, plump Germanic apple strudel blond braided

Barbies, husky Slavic discus throwing Barbies, depressed suicidal

morose existential Scandinavian in winter Barbies, Florence

Nightengale covered with the warm blood of mortally wounded

Union soldiers at the Battle of Chickamauga Barbies, peeling

atomic dried skin and half charred powdered skeleton blank frozen

face at Hiroshima and Nagasaki Barbies.



Lewd displays of Barbie bestiality, Barbies with horses,

Barbies with dolphins, Barbies getting head from slimy toad

tongues and hot panting Barbies in tropical Acapulco iguana

sunset passion with young Mexican cliff diver Elvis impersonators.



Barbies in convertibles driving on the Trans-Alaska Highway with

big John Wayne logger chainsaw musclemen in flannel shirts,

swallowed into the baleens of great blue whales, with millions

of lifeless Barbie corpses washed up onto the desolate frozen

beaches of the Aleutians and the Kamchatka Peninsula, what a doll.