FREAKY

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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That’s the only way one could truly describe the actual event laid out, with brutal honesty, below by the all time favorite Poetizer in the whole wide world, Jack Horrorchild. So, if you’re ready for what most would describe, if not at least as ‘Freaky’, then for sure as ‘weird shit’, or, if  completely caught off guard by the horror of it all, simply respond with a loud ‘Whoa, man’!, or even possibly a, at one time rare, but now becoming quite popular with the kids, ‘The Fuck’?, then scooch yourself right on down this page, past a digital image that has shocked more than a few (to their very core), to a finely crafted Poetization of a slice of life a lot of you can barely even begin to recognize as something impossible for anyone at all like you to imagine.

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manny

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Excuse me, sir

Yes, what is it, boy?

Um, uh

speak up son, I ain’t got all day

uh, I was wondering if, uh, I mean

c’mon now, kid, spit it out

Uh, sir, how much is that mannequin head in the window?

It’s not for sale, kid, beat it

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