Na na nok, na na nou, he’ll kill me and then he’ll kill you.
Walking in the street, you give him a look;
sooner than you know you’re hanging from a hook
Walking in the street, you give him a look;
sooner than you know you’re hanging from a hook
Thursday, November 24, 2005
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Delightfully disturbing as ever. Imagine how painful it'd be to be suspended from a large meat hook. Well, it woudln't be painful if you were dead I suppose.
And that is one hell of a hook!
Is there any chance you can ditch the Alan Partridge reference these days? I've been working so hard...
Yes, but if you are alive it's a real pain in the neck...
Have You read Anne Rice's Blackwood Farm? It has a major part that has this very scene in it. gruesome...
Just had a thought... Jack the Ripper..."The Haunting of Mary Riley".
Are you telling me I'm not paranoid enough? That press scare-mongering hasn't got it covered? That, in fact, a murderer may lurk behind the eyes of everyone in the street - so watch it, mate?
Aye. I feel my agoraphobic chains steadily tightening...
that photo really helped the imagery there, yuck! I could practically imagine what that hook would feel like.
oooh michelle, blackwood farm...yes, I'd forgotten!
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