As I I lay in the grass with my feet up the

As I I lay in the grass with my feet up the air, I noticed that my blue suede shoes blended in with the night sky. I tapped my heels and spoke the ancient words.

Of peanut butter, banana, and rum; of pompadours, pills, a quick guitar strum; bring back The King, his ghost I call here; bring back The King, Elvis now shall appear!

A jeweled claw ripped through the dirt. Vulcan fires and sulfur escaped. The ring on the claw said "TCB." The monstrosity was half human and demonic beast. Evil Elvis

cackled and moved towards me. "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog" Evil Elvis uttered in a horrifying tone. I backed away, but ran into a Demonic Version of James Dean. I picked up

Evil Elvis' arms from the floor,and started beating Demonic James Dean with them but I was no match for Idol Zoombies...I was doomed!But Mr.T and the A Team came in to the rescue

as they always do, as they had graduated from the hallowed halls of our very own Art Institute! T produced a bazooka and leveled everything in sight, including the retrospective of

The great robo - artist King Kong Jr. The fragments of his kitchen robots made from his humans' old kitchen utensils rebelled and flew all over manhattan.

suggested that the tax payers fund the creation of a giant blender into which King Kong Jr might be lured, and then pureed into mutant gorilla smoothies. Other bloggers found this

to be a bit eccentric and something unlikely to meet PETA approval. Instead, a committee of gorilla awareness volunteers decided to lure King Kong Jr. with bananas. Stay tuned!