Showing posts with label It. Show all posts
Showing posts with label It. Show all posts

Wednesday 29 January 2020

Or



“Everyone has wanted to 
make him small
Yet, A Monster.
 
Stupid
With Hypnotic Powers.
 
A Fascist
AND a Commie.
 
A prejudiced N***erlover.
 
A Macho-Punk
 
BOTH Christ, AND The Devil.
 
Or – 

On The Opposite Side 
of Everything

— “Squeaky” Fromme, 
on The Fool, 
Charles Manson.

He was Our Goat.


The Losers :
No, don't! Let him go!
Let him go.

IT :
NO.
I'll •TAKE• him.
I'll take •ALL• of you.

And I'll •feast• on your flesh
as I •feed• on your fear...


.....Oooooorrrrr —

You'll just leave us be
I'm taking him, 
only• him.

And then I'll have my long rest, 
and you will all live to Grow Old 
and drive, and lead hap-py lives until 
Old Age takes you 
back to The Weeds.


BILL: 
Leave...
I'm the one who 
dragged you all into this.
I'm s-s-s-s-, 
I'm s-s-sorry.
S-s-s-s-sorry.

Go!

BEVERLEY :
Guys, we can't.

RICHIE :
Sorry, Bill.
I told you, Bill.
I fucking told you, 
I don't want to die... 
It's Your Fault.

You Punched Me 
in The Face
You Made Me Walk 
Through Shitty Water, 
You Brought Me 
to a Fucking 
Crackhead-House…..

And Now…
I'm gonna have to 
KILL This Fucking Clown!


Welcome to 
The Losers Club, asshole!