I am Looking Through a Dream-O-Scope and inside of it is a young Shirley Jackson.
I read two of her stories when I was quite young though I had no idea who wrote them.
Later they came back to haunt me.
A friend said... you're story felt like a Shirley Jackson...
I was all like....
but then I picked up a collection of short stories and I understood.
I think that Shirley Jackson invaded my subconsciousness sometime in 1983 or 1984.
This feeling is reminiscent of the Jane Wiedlin and Pointer Sisters articles.
I in no way consider this a part of the Outer Channel because of the ownership my psyche established at such a young age. I must claim the rights to whatever material comes about [i.e. this article] due to the fact that I was subjected to it much like a toddler to second-hand smoke...
[Ask Shirley about second-hand smoke if you ever run into her...]
Don't contact me to tell me that she is dead either...
Professor Dobbs over at Fivebodied has a saying:
The User is the content.
I have lived by this since 1994.