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imagine Freddy Kreuger

Contributed by JohnYamrus on Friday, 25th January 2008 @ 08:03:32 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



imagine Freddy Kreuger

with a dash of Howdy Doody
thrown in.

he almost never sits.

he just stands
and stares at you,
and walks up behind you
silently,
saying nothing,
just staring at the back of yr neck.

he has a collection
of ladies silk panties
which he
pins to a cork board
in his bedroom.

he thinks sylvia plath
is a god.

he cuts his own hair,
trims the sleeves off his shirts
and uses a rope
for a belt.

and hasn't had a beer
ever.
he’s afraid it'll
make
him lose
control.

to hear him tell it
he’s god’s gift to
women
and absolute hell
in a fight.

i don’t understand it.

he never goes anywhere.
you never see him
with anyone…
he never does anything
except walk up behind you
and stare.

it’s obvious his life is
screwed up
and the parts he tells you about
are fiction.
but, for some strange reason
he thinks he’s got
everyone fooled.

and yet,
i want to tell him
it’s okay.
we’re all screwed in the head…

we’ve all told our own little fictions…

i just want to tell him
it’s okay, pal…
living and dying’s
easy…
it’s the rest of it
that wears you down.

so you go ahead and do
whatever you think it takes
to get you through…
only the next time i find you
staring at me like that
i’m going to
poke your eyes out
with a
stick.







Copyright © JohnYamrus ... [ 2008-01-25 08:03:32]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: imagine Freddy Kreuger (User Rating: 1 )
by SilverRain on Tuesday, 29th January 2008 @ 03:12:20 PM AEST
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Awesome sense of humour...taking the person apart, put him back together again and then...beware!!! Found it strangely funny!


Re: imagine Freddy Kreuger (User Rating: 1 )
by MissTeenSuicide on Monday, 18th February 2008 @ 02:00:38 AM AEST
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You should check some spelling mistakes
and unless your talking about a person you know by the name Freddy Kreuger, it's spelt, Freddy Krueger




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