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For Freddy
What can I tell you, that I'm a kid from the 80's? And a Teen from the 90's, oh hell yeah! And the first mutant but that was my father's accident. Anyways the party at Tony's was a little too tight for me so I left too early finding no gentleman to ease my thirst walking down the stairs and out that building. Remembered the many times I f***ed with a stranger.
"Why do I like them more? Coz they don't me?" Was an exotic machine of those who walk Manhattan streets like a demon on the hunt of its victim, so many to chose from, so little time. High heals to make the walk as a jaguar, from bar to bar leaving people behind. the drunks with who knows what they are talking about, the white colar criminals joking as teens with pre-adolescent sex jokes coz they have non. Anyways, could stay for another round, but I like to be treated as the number one bitch in town. You make a promise, kneel and removed my skirt slowly. I had no time for giving twisted information anyways.
It was him, the memory of his face which tormented me, when would I see him again. 
He always returns flickering his fingers in the dark, asking for more, whatever if it made sense or not, it ringed to him, do, he looked for fire, he could come with the big burn balancing hisresponsible fatherhood as if the teens, the kids are his, that paternal figure that sometimes kinds of becomes as oppressive as his manhood. So all's well, those encounters, anyways I trust no man who hide their politics and does not address himself carefully towards me, at least Freddy has the power to influence minds.
F*** Shield, Hydra and all those I work for, I'm having a night out.
But it hasen't yet ended. There was a brief smile not expected to apologise. "Come to me papi, I ain't coming to you. I'm a mother f***ing lady bitch, never talk about prize either, you just give it to me!" Dalls, strings, some incentive people with no contradictions, so amiable to forget and make up more stories who never blend. Why? Because you need a little night mare to return and tell you what is Hell about.
Next day, or in a few ours I will have to show up at work or that party with an hypocrite face as if everything is under control, but no, the guest are subdued an instinct to go wild. This is why I'm out for a while.
If I could think of him, where is Freddy when I think of him, why would not he give me his presence, why would he wan't me to run away before him, or scream inside the nightmare of him. Hum?
Anyways, if you count on me, count it all. I was made for hardcore, don't look after me when I'm not around. I've been told many things and believe non. They joined the rest of the group, and will enjoy how you die one after the other, can tell you that's a guaranty. 
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