For the residents of Moderation Purgatory…
You just write about whatever your little heart desires. Everyone already knows it will be about someone who’s living rent free in your cavernous brain pan:
Because you’re a CREATOR. You CREATE! You create the same thing, over and over again, just like a cat in a litter box, and twice as stinky. Thank God for your CREATIVE tool kit, the Ctrl-C and the Ctrl-V. Where would you be without them?
You remember your tool kit, don’tcha?
You just go on CREATIN’ WIF YO BAD SELF!
Do the best you can do. I’ll make it better. Because it’s FUN. And it pisses you off. Even more FUN.
Do the worst you can do. (A Gatorade bottle full of urine? This is the most debasing thing you could come up with? SAD). I’ll make it So. Much. Worse. And dump it right back on you. Because it’s FUN. And it pisses you off. Even more FUN. And how you DANCE! WHAT A FUNNY LITTLE MONKEY YOU ARE! Waaaaay more FUN.
I can hit you any time I want. You are easy to find, and you have big red button that says “DANCE” right on the top of your big, round, leaky head.
Tell me – doesn’t all that riverdancing hurt your little testiclefeet? Seems like it would hurt really bad!
How does it feel to be a penis with a vagina? Shouldn’t you be in the Guinness Book of Records for that? Now that would be an accomplishment!!
But I’m getting off point. Sorry.
You don’t know who I am. I’m a fictional zombie. Try to make “Krendler” an epithet as bad as “Schmalfeldt?” Go for it! Krendler’s just a name, a phantom. Doesn’t bother me a bit. And taking it viral with 7 followers?
Good luck with that.
You don’t know who I am. And you won’t know who I am.
Until I decide the time is right.
At the moment I decide that it’s more fun for you to suffer the knowledge of who I am than to suffer not knowing who I am, there will be a knock at your door. And then you’ll know.
It will be FUN.
Because all I have is FUN.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s “copyrighted,” right? All registered and everything? Are you ready for your Fair Use defense to come flying back at you like a boomerang, mate?
You want it gone?
Pull up your big girl panties and SUE ME.
You gotta do a lot better than that, Bill. Palatine Pundit owns you.