Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny The Homicidal Maniac or anything else that Mr. Vasquez made up. That's why I'm publishing this in FanFiction. (Does anyone actually think that original authors would publish their own work here?)
I watched the special on meth in Oregon (the sate which I live), and it made me cry. Obviously, I don't do drugs of any kind at all. Nope… except tea. But that's not really a drug, tea is made of pure and plain plants, like broccoli is a plant. Also I don't eat meat. Or drink or smoke. As you can see, I'm a very healthy person. (Anyway…)
I can't believe how many people take meth! It's pretty awful what it does to people, and of course what people do when they're high on it. I won't get into that because such things loose a lot of momentum when they are writ.
And I dragged up the old JTHM stuff from when I was a junior in high school shivers The last thing Johnny does is kill Jimmy. (aka Mmy, or Nightass, which I thought was particularly hilarious). And um. I guess he writes this poem before he kills that girl or maybe while he's dieing. I don't know. You decide.
Also, if people review this crap, I'd like to thank, and apologize in advance for its crappy ness. I kind of was hoping it would be a little tiny bit funny, but I don't have that sense of humor about me. I would also like to re-direct you to the other, NEW things I've written, which are much better. The other JTHM stuff is like, a million years old. (And just as bad… if not worse…)
OK HERE WE GO.
It's hot in here.
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Thy name isth NightAss.
Someday I shall be-eth just like-th my idol.
For he, isth the twisting self-loathing creature
That I
adore.
But for all intents and purposes
I must tell you.
That it is people who passed me in HighSchool
That I
Abhor.
Thy name is NIGHTASS!
Someday I shalt be so fucked in the head so
I don't mind that my clothes look like shit so much
That I
Report
That I drank the blood of that girl in the mall to the cops who think I'm just a stupid kid.
Well I'll show them! I'll show them all! YAAAAAAARGH.
I did it.
Oh yes.
I'm so fucking twisted on meth right now. That's why my skin is falling off and I have to wear this make up except I'm so high and stupid that I don't realize it's making me worse.
Oh wait, this is a poem.
Uh…
How I crawl on my bloodied
knees
into my creepy basement full of
the hatred of life.
How I weep at the sight of the joy of
babies.
How I yearn for the darkness to overcome my week
meth stuffed disgusting writhing puking bloated clammy white pimply greasy body.
I need to eat more vitamin C.
Just like John-Y.
My hero.
My villainous, veracious, venomous, voluptuous, vitiates, venturous, verdurous, voluptuous, voluptuous..…
Nny.
And here I die.
DEATH.
Thy name...
Is NIGHTASS.