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Friday, August 12, 2005

   one of my favorite poems by Tim Burton
Vincent
Vincent Maloy is seven years old hes always polite and dose what hes told. For a boy his age hes considerate and nice but he wants to be just like Vincent Price.
He dosent mind living with his sister,dog and cats though hed rather share a home with spiders and bats.There he can reflect on the horrors hes invented and wonder dark hallways alone and tormented. Vincent is nice when his Aunt comes to see him but imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum. He likes to experiment on his dog Ambercrombi in hopes of creating a horrible zombie so he and hes horrible zombie dog can go searching for victoms in the lutenet fog. HHes thoughts arent only of gulish prime he likes to read and paint to pass some of the time. While other kids like to read books like "Go Jane Go" Vincents favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe
one night while reading a grusome tail he read a passage that made him turn pale such horrible news he could not survive for his beutiful wife had been burried alive. He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead onaware that her grave was his mothers flower bed. His mother sent vincent to his room he knew hed been banished to the tower of doom where he was sent to spend the rest of his life alone with the portrait of his beutiful wife.
All alone and insane incased in his doom vincents mother burst suddenly into his room. She said if you want to you can go out and play its sunny outside and a beutiful day. Vincent tried to talk but he just couldnt speak the years of Icolation had made him grow quite weak. So he took out some paper and scrowled with a pen I am pozessed by this house and can never leave it again. His mother said you are not pozessed and you are not almost dead these games that you play are all in your head your not Vincent Price your Vincent Maloy your not insane or tormented your just a young boy your seven years old and you are my son now I want you to get out side and have some real fun. Her anger now spent she walked out throught the hall while Vincent backed slowly against the wall the room started to sway to shiver and creak hes horried insanity had reached its peak. He saw Ambercrombi hes zombie slave and heard his wife call from beyond the grave she spoke through her coffin and made gulish demands while through cracking walls reached skeloten hands every horror in his life that haunted his dreams swept his mad laughter to terrified screams to escape the madness he reached for the door but fell limp and lifeless down onthe floor his voice was soft and very slow as he quoted TheRaven from Edgar Allen Poe "And my soul from out thou shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted.....
Never more"
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