The Legend of Jonny Stump, A Children's Story

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  1. HellsKitchenmanNYC

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    His story has just begun to unfold. Like him, it's not finished. Details are sketchy and are the memories real? Can he be trusted to tell the truth? Does he even know the truth? Is his truth the truth? If he can tell it thru those parched, cracked and bleeding lips, and speak freely, maybe we can find out what happened. It's all green and blue in a world where personality management is a virtue and.......

    Jonny lives in a chair in a tree stump on a small
    hill in a New England beach town.
    After his first attack his hands curled up
    They never stretched out again.

    Little Johnny, hungry Johnny
    Threw himself in a chair
    he swore he'd never leave
    There was no reason
    No heart to retrieve.

    It was all stolen from him
    Glib adults whose crimes were given
    To being savages, their own hands
    Curled like a curly hair.

    He felt life is sweet because "When you know what
    people can do to you
    You're ahead of the game."
    Jonny Stump views the world thru a cracked glass.
    One night Jonny Stumps leg fell off.
    He hugged it, he kissed it
    and wished it well off.
    After he healed
    he left the chair for one day.

    Jonny Stump is
    a sensitive guy.
    If he could, he would,
    He'd always wear a tie.
    With a pattern of argyle
    Diamonds w/an unending repeat
    Like personality and memory
    a grey meat.

    Why is Jonny so glad to be sitting
    Alone
    In a world of his own not making?

    "I'm gonna run! I AM going to laugh!"
    It might be hard with only two arms
    and only 1 leg for a fin.

    I love it here.
    I love it
    I love it I do.
    So much, so much to be seen from my chair
    painted blue.
    The room is grey but everything
    I'm told
    Is
    True blue.

    True
    Life is a desperate, hot and dark
    apple cider. Steaming w/the stench of bile and a grey lie.

    What was that man mixing
    While he laffed so wildly
    In that that tin bowl?
    A potion?
    A lotion?
    Some more control?

    Back again my feet not dare touch the floor
    It's there, the floor
    even as cold as before...

    Do I remember anything
    Was light ever white?
    I'm trying to remember
    No really
    I might.

    My name is Jonny
    I live in a stump
    I can't even walk now
    I can't even jump

    Am I me now or am I remembering
    A world that was supposed to be good
    My mind I am clearing...
    .......
    I'm trying


    I had an idea and
    I whisked it away...
    "Go away, go away..
    All here is intentionally grey."
     
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    You write very well. You should write more. Very good.
     
  3. HellsKitchenmanNYC

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    Thx Snakey. It prob would have been better if I had actually spent real time on it. I just wrote it all out in like 5 minutes. Looking back on I will probably change things. It's not like I'm sending it to a publisher or anything....or even Tim Burton! lol.
     
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    I think it's very good. You should write more. Good job.
     
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    Thx Snakey. It's deff. not everyone's taste but then again I taste different! :D
     
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