Christina Ricci, I love your big head
that makes you look like a human Bratz doll.
I love your little girl "ouch" cry
when crazy-in-real-life Vincent Gallo
grabs you too rough in Buffalo 66.
Didn't his eyes-from-some-medieval painting scare you?
I love that you're from New Jersey,
and that you admit you got your start
in show business by telling lies to your school principal,
at the age of 8, about a boy, so he would be grounded
and you could take his part in a school play.
I love that the agent discovered you in that role.
I love your Wednesday Addams, the definitive one,
smokin' like dry ice...I love how you sparked a feeding frenzy
for your young, gifted flesh with that role.
I even love you in the sequel, watching you blossom
into a creepy young woman, so like a young Morticia.
I love that you pick schlocky movies
with vampires, werewolves and crazed Satanists
so I can watch you while really high and not really miss anything.
I love that photo spread you did in a cheap
fifties motel looking like a film noir chick.
I love that Lee has Black Snake Moan downstairs
and I'm gonna watch you this weekend play a sex addict
and I think get tied up to keep you from dick.
I love how you play the little girl lost in a horrible world
and we believe you, because you really are innocent at heart
which worries me, because innocent people always attract
psychos who will stalk them and pick up their laundry
under false pretenses for nefarious erotic play.
What's your phone number, anyway? And have you been
getting the thoughts I've been beaming to you
every time I paste another picture up in my "secret room?"
Love, your "Secret Love Mole." (Only you know what this means, Christie!)
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this poem makes me want to write one about whiney hugh dancy and my crush on him
Go for it...is whiney his first name or an epithet you apply to him? :-)...feel free to post it here in the comments section and we will share our stalkerdom.
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