Not too long ago I did a little write-up on a strange piece of art called the Mickeybaby Marshmallow Kaiju, a toy crafted from all of my childhood fears and nightmares compressed into a hard resin suitable for purchase. Since posting my article, an unhealthy obsession has come over me as I find myself repeatedly drawn back to Conge's website, Plaseebo, a website that's new to me at least, for no other reason than to scare the ever-loving hell out of myself.

To call the website a toy gallery is to call an iron maiden a lovely baby carriage. Conge's creations are some of the most unsettling things I've yet seen in my shortening time on Earth...and I can't help but continue looking despite the explicit knowledge that my life force is being consumed by the very creations I look upon.

Hit the jump for further explanation of my new-found nightmares.

In essence, I'm working toward some sort of larger compliment here. Bob Conge is who Tim Burton thinks he is but isn't. The creations in Conge's gallery are not simply weird for the sake of weird. No, they have a far greater life than that. Conge's gallery of horrors is a testament to the strange and unsettling. Every piece is the physical manifestation of the childhood past time of conjuring thoughts of monsters in our heads at night purely to get creeped out and hide under our covers.

Conge really is just a child looking to creep himself out, though the fact that he's helped with the Drawing Dreams Foundation only strengthens the case that perhaps he's doing everything for the greater good. I've included a handful of Conge's work in the gallery for you to view and immediately hide under your covers afterward as a result, though I recommend checking out his full line of work to truly grasp the scope of his madness. I can sense a trend with skulls, things that need to illuminate themselves in the dark, and eyes that see you no matter what you hide behind, but other than that, there is no understanding the work of Bob Conge.

And by the way, Mickeybaby is now sold out, meaning either someone followed my advice and attempted to kill It, or It has escaped and is currently en route to my present location. Whatever the case, I'm sleeping with the light on tonight.