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"Stalkadillo Essay"
Stalk stalker stalk it up big time. Stalk till that stalkadillo mind pops. Run evil forest (Gump) run!!!!!! Just pop that stalking brain out HERE so I can watch it explode. Splat. It'll be so cool. Really, so many of us would LOVE it. Pop-pop-popping. There's a whole new twist on that title! LOL! A truly fitting sardonic art form for the stalker's SOLO grand finale. Is he BRAVE ENOUGH to flip into a solo and useful grand finale. Hmmmm, is he brave enough? Those two words one right after the other -- brave-stalker, I've just discovered a brand new oxymoron! Yes, the stalker's world and the stalker's existence is chalked full of oxymoron(s). Nonetheless, some oxymorons are more fun than others and other oxymorons become amusing over time. Consider this one specific stalkers accusations -- many of which revolve around that endless revolving door of munchuasens by proxy. Can we all sing, " We're the munchuasens kids, the munchausens kids, the munchausens kids…" in little elf voices. I know someone that can and he's far from a kid himself. But hey that's life and life does revolve around more than the reality of children and children's issues. WOW, I'll betcha a bag of chips (LACED, LACED LACED LACED LACED, LACED, LACED wwwwwwwwwith barbecue sauce and salt! LOL!) that's a real revelation for some certain persons! LOL! Anyways, back to munchauses, I'm probably misspelling that term too, isn't that a candy bar stuffed with nuts, like a Snickers bar but crunchier? In reality this is such a HUGE journey into the Twilight Zone --- Beam him up Scotty and cart him away! Take him up and away, where no man has gone before! Wait a minute, he's not a man, he's a tick, a stalkadillo tick, so it'll be extra great. I wonder if ticks explode in outer space? Pop-pop-popping! I wonder if the stalkadillo tick really does feel complete titillation while slithering around watching people who hate him? Perhaps I should start checking the perimeter for, ummmm, puddles? I mean, it would be puddles, wouldn't it? Without making a prolonged stop at the Stalker's-Mart or Stalker's-Mall, how am I supposed to know for sure. And honestly, I'm running a little short on that $10,000 and a horse of his choosing at the moment! LOL! I'm running low on poetry to defame as well! But if he runs really fast perhaps he can snatch my next batch of rough drafts out of the crematorium before they're turned into unreadable cinders! This could be entertaining, I light them up and he comes dashing out of the night and snatching these flaming pages out of the can and clutches them -- to what? I like to envision his clutching them to, well, his naked privates while I whip out the camera and film the whole shebang! Then I could copy that beauteous film and distribute, distribute, distribute to everyone and their dog and their dogs ticks and their dog's fleas. The trouble with this fantasy, one amongst many after two years of unwanted victimhood on my part, is that the little cockroach is terrified of the light and the camera. He is so afraid of getting caught he needs Depends to stalk in high-risk settings! LOL! Perhaps I should begin being a more neighborly victim and hang Depends on my fence so he can change his pants when necessary? Flashback to when I lived in terror, once upon a time I lived in absolute terror and mortification over this Stalkadillo's garbage. I was shocked and a good host for his nonsense. I had too many vulnerabilities and he loved it and I had hideously inadequate perceived defenses. I was the biggest turn on of his entire life -- the cat and mouse game was constant and I was the purrrrrrrfect mousy. I guess not anymore! LOL! One can only feel shock, dread, and terror for so long before it wears off. It gets old. It's counter-productive. It feeds his greed to perpetrate without any consequences whatsoever -- not even the miniscule consequence of a victim that dishes it right back out at him -- albeit in this case unintentionally! The difference is that I'm dishing up reality and he's dishing out continuous lies of appalling proportions. Oh well, who cares, until the time is right, until every little detail is all lined up. Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock. I'm waiting…… LOL! In any case, I still wish I had a paint gun. I don't much care if he kills me any longer. It'd be a blast to pelt him with paint. I wonder how afraid he'd be of a paint gun? I suppose if I can ever get one I'll really need to hang some super duty Depends all over my fence -- a Depends every 2 inches or so. We wouldn't want him to suffer lowered self-esteem due to incontinence issues! Of coarse, he has no self-esteem beyond his life mission, his Mecca. Hmmm, it just gets more pathetic every second. I wonder if they sell, Grow a Life," seeds at the Stalker's-Mart? If yes than perhaps I can find a plastic horse and some Monopoly money -- think the sale's stalkers at the Stalker's-Mart would know the difference? After all the term combinations of intelligent-reality based-stalker are also oxymorons! Perhaps if I tell the stalker clerks that it's victim's munchausens money they'd accept it! LOL! So I'd be fibbing, but it's a white lie for a good cause! A friend of mine, not Gunther, would opt for the potential, "Grow a Weeney," seeds. However, I'm positive that they don't have those at the Stalker's Mart. This friend is obviously a male and NOOOOOOO, for the loony tune perpetrator who's probably soaking this webpage up and seeeeeeeething out of his demented skull (that very skull containing a brain that would fit inside a rusty thimble) -- this male friend isn't the co-victim! I have more than one male friend! Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! As Barney Fife would no doubt say! I should add a lusty GET LOST LOONY TUNE, GET LOST, GET LOST IN THE HINTERLANDS AND NEVER EVER RETURN! YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO READ THIS PAGE! BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! Bahumbug to stalkers each and every one! Truly this isn't an essay designed for the stalker specific! This is a page for other people -- people not stalkadillo ticks! Oops, I forgot a few vital items: 1)Stalkadillos think everything is for them! 2)Stalkadillos think they know it all so if a stalkadillo says you've only got one male friend than it's true to him forever and ever and ever! 3)Stalkadillos are insane, Oh, there's more but I don't want to think of it all right now. It gets rather boring after ahwile and besides I don't intend to write a novel of the trouble with Stalkadillos right at this moment! Golly day! Yes, perhaps I should take some extreme action and start checking the perimeter for, ummmm, puddles? I mean, it would be puddles, wouldn't it? Without making a prolonged stop at the Stalker's-Mart or Stalker's-Mall, how am I supposed to know for sure. And honestly, I'm running a little short on that $10,000 and a horse of his choosing at the moment! LOL! I'm running low on poetry to defame as well! But if he runs really fast perhaps he can snatch my next batch of rough drafts out of the crematorium before they're turned into unreadable cinders! This could be entertaining, I light them up and he comes dashing out of the night and snatching these flaming pages out of the can and clutches them -- to what? I like to envision his clutching them to, well, his naked privates while I whip out the camera and film the whole shebang! Then I could copy that beauteous film and distribute, distribute, distribute to everyone and their dog and their dogs ticks and their dog's fleas. The trouble with this fantasy, one amongst many after two years of unwanted victim-hood on my part, is that the little cockroach is terrified of the light and the camera. He is so afraid of getting caught he needs Depends to stalk in high-risk settings! LOL! Perhaps I should begin being a more neighborly victim and hang Depends on my fence so he can change his pants when necessary? Flashback to when I lived in terror, once upon a time I lived in absolute terror and mortification over this Stalkadillo's garbage. I was shocked and a good host for his nonsense. I had too many vulnerabilities and he loved it and I had hideously inadequate perceived defenses. I was the biggest turn on of his entire life -- the cat and mouse game was constant and I was the purrrrrrrfect mousy. I guess not anymore! LOL! One can only feel shock, dread, and terror for so long before it wears off. It gets old. It's counter-productive. It feeds his greed to perpetrate without any consequences whatsoever -- not even the miniscule consequence of a victim that dishes it right back out at him -- albeit in this case unintentionally! The difference is that I'm dishing up reality and he's dishing out continuous lies of appalling proportions. Oh well, who cares, until the time is right, until every little detail is all lined up. Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock. I'm waiting…… LOL! In any case, I still wish I had a paint gun. I don't much care if he kills me any longer. It'd be a blast to pelt him with paint. I wonder how afraid he'd be of a paint gun? I suppose if I can ever get one I'll really need to hang some super duty Depends all over my fence -- a Depends every 2 inches or so. We wouldn't want him to suffer lowered self-esteem due to incontinence issues! Of coarse, he has no self-esteem beyond his life mission, his Mecca. Hmmm, it just gets more pathetic every second. I wonder if they sell, Grow a Life," seeds at the Stalker's-Mart? If yes than perhaps I can find a plastic horse and some Monopoly money -- think the sale's stalkers at the Stalker's-Mart would know the difference? After all the term combinations of intelligent-reality based-stalker are also oxymorons! Perhaps if I tell the stalker clerks that it's victim's munchausens money they'd accept it! LOL! So I'd be fibbing, but it's a white lie for a good cause! A friend of mine, not Gunther, would opt for the potential, "Grow a Weeney," seeds. However, I'm positive that they don't have those at the Stalker's Mart.
Besides, I'm more for those,"Grow a Life," seeds. I see no reason why Stalkadillos should have realtionships with anyone at all -- why if they did they might create and raise more batches of Baby Stalkers! And to this parting comment I must say a whole hearted YIPES of utter fright! Stalkadillos are kind of like demonic Gremlins, you don't want to water them or feed them after midnight! You don't want to permit them to meet up with other Stalkadillos of the opposite Stalkagender. The more Stalkadillos there are in any certain cage of their own creation the more likely they are to feed or get wet after midnight..........
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
All rights reserved
Library of Congress Copyright
International Copyright
No rights to copy, print, download, duplicate, or display elsewhere other than this specific website granted or implied without the direct written permission of the author. Please contact agent of the author: Mr. Gunther S. Vanludwick at svanludwick@yahoo.com
**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this work is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
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"Baby Stalker"
The full term brain --
Of a baby stalker
Fits in a thimble
Not a cute thimble
As tiny Tom thumb's --
Shiny silver thimble
But a rusty blood sodden --
Thimble thickly encrusted
With baby stalkers --
Future victim's woes
The full term brain --
Of a baby stalker
It never does grow
There's no development
Beyond the genetic --
Deficit programming
Of stalk and shock
Or stalk and damage
Or stalk and stalk and --
Stalk to be a wanna be
Super hero
Slimy stalker thing
In every sense --
Feeding off those --
Self-perpetuating
Delusional fixations
Grasping at his pants
In the titillating dance
Of stalking romances
To increasing rejections
Stalking till he drops
Or pops as the Tick Man --
He ultimately is!
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
All rights reserved
Library of Congress Copyright
International Copyright
No rights to copy, print, download, duplicate, or display elsewhere other than this specific website granted or implied without the direct written permission of the author. Please contact agent of the author: Mr. Gunther S. Vanludwick at svanludwick@yahoo.com
**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this work is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
** This work was written directly about the individual perpetrator who has plagued Lady Lost for two years time.
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