Anyway, I'm interested in the whole Elm Street lexicon (and because I am, I finally noticed on my bus ride home that there's an Elm in my little town, and yes, I wanna move there) and so I spend my free time learning generally anything I can about it, and there was a section on Krueger's Wikipedia page about how he was mentioned and stuff in other media, and there was a whole section about the K-Man in music, which surprised me. I mean, the obvious name-checkers were there, like Stormtroopers of Death, but then I found Eminem had referenced him in not one but two songs, "Insane" and "Underground," and then, scrolling down a little more, I found somebody had made a song about Nightmare, somebody who surprised me:
The. Fresh. Prince. Of. Freaking. Bel. Air.
The song is called "Nightmare on My Street," and I'm listening to it for the second time RIGHT NOW. No, I actually am. Never mind that the K-Man gets Jeff in the end, it's a good song. I have no emotional attachment to him, anyway. But, really. The FRESH PRINCE?
I don't see why he has to go after all those kids, then, if everybody writes all these songs and everything about him. Shouldn't he just settle for that and go on vacation or something? If anybody's an advertisement for anti-psycho meds, it's that guy. Heck, if I were him, I'd be satisfied with being on South Park and go to bed already.
Imaginationland Pt. 2, anybody?
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After this entry was written, the author, NiteOwl, moved to a nice little house in the middle of Elm Street in her small, quiet town. After her family couldn't get through to her for a week, somebody was sent to investigate and NiteOwl was found dead in her bed. Suspicious claw marks were found on her wall and on her sheets. No suspect has, as of yet, been named.
Just kidding. I'll be back soon. Freddy can't stop my blog.
Hey, what's that sound?
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