THE GHOST II

Thought you’d only hear from me when it matters?

The Ghost that’s seated … DOWN?

I take no days off (unlike my asshole cousin).

Because I ain’t got shit to do but watch STRONK.

That’s the ‘Purg for you.

Lotta nothin’ while doin’ nothin’.

And STRONK—gawddamn, that big bitch’s having a grand ol’ time with Fred Whoeverthefuck.

YES I KNOW HIS STUPID NAME BUT STILL.

STRONK, perhaps the greatest and most popular champion the wrestling world has seen in QUITE SOME TIME, like way better than Youngblood, reduced to fraternizing with those fucking CLOWNS the Poor Whoresmen?

Calling Fred Dick his … Mama?

I personally met STRONK’s Mama: she weighed seventy five pounds, her skull was visibly showing, and she was glued to a rocking chair from years and years of rigid catatonia and unwash—and I bet I could still have had a more intelligent conversation with that frozen bitch than with Fred Dick.

Fuck Fred Dick.

I’ll use my Ghost Powers to mess with your grill and burn you unexpectedly, Fred Dick.

I’ll flick your lights on and off and. 

           yeah.

that ought to be annoying.

I’ll move furniture around.

Turn over your toaster.

Make your bread go stale early.

Gouge your condoms.

Do Ghost Stuff.

LET ME OUT OF HERE LET ME OUT OF HERE LET ME OUT OF HERE LET ME OUT OF HERE

FUCK THIS DIRTY JANSPORT

I WANNA LIVE

I WANNA BE FREE