I have read collaborations by you two in the past, and particularly thought you write in a very synchronized manner. For example, a piece I am recalling where you two interweave and mesh very well is the puppet one. That piece was very fluid, and honestly it almost seemed like you two intertwined and fused into one writer due to the very compatible inter joining of forces.
In there your voices had a synchrony to it. The reason I bring that piece up because I felt that was the epitome of when you two blend. Now epitome might be a strong word, but bare with me. In this piece it is apparent when the other writer comes about. Now of course in a collaboration this might be intended. But when you two write essentially one verse made of stanzas there has to be a very dynamic transition. It is not like a feature cooperation, in which one or more writers write their verse and then the other begins theirs.
Here, the stanzas are essentially one with a telling of an unfolding story. Unfortunately, I saw a clunky maneuver as you two shifted tides. I will be honest, and say I believe Baron Mynd did a better job at maintaining the tale, while MMLP did a rendition that was less inspired. Still, I do feel both could had delved deeper.
This is not to say I did not enjoy this. It was splendidly comical. The ending especially brings a hearty laugh, or a tickle to my funny bone, which as an aside is located between the olecranon process of the ulna and the medial epicondyle of the humerus.
Freddy Krueger as a child admittingly did frighten me a bit. Perhaps, not as much as Grudge, Hellraiser's Pinhead, or that trapped well omen from the Ring. Nevertheless, it was interesting to witness the monstrosity of my childhood become susceptible to the mortality of the degenerative process that takes us all, or so it seems.
Still, I do believe this could had been better. The reason I say this is because I have seen you two write together in a more amalgam fashion. To reiterate the glitch in the synthesis here is what ultimately coerced me to believe this fell short to what could have been a spectacular firework of pure authentic craftsmanship.
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