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WickedEve
WickedEve
39 Followers

My Dear Zombie,
eat my brain,
with no restraint. The savor
is passe in this somewhat life.
Be God's avant-garde, mindless, forward-motion,
matter-gorging machine

and ravage my grey.
If you spit distasteful bits
(can you distinguish an unpalatable mind?)
please understand,
I never claimed to be gourmet.

-
copyright d. dixon
9.21.2008
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WickedEve
WickedEve
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WickedEveWickedEveover 15 years agoAuthor
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If there's a zombie involved, you should always laugh.

AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
Oops

I'll admit, this one eludes me. But I don't mind. Kinda twisted (opening line? It's a grabber), not sure if I'm supposed to laugh but I emit a black silent snicker anyway. Just in case.