i, myself, cant help but come to terms with the deep fascination i feel towards those lepro-matic creatures we've come to call zombies. i honestly have no real clue why they intrigue me so much. it might be because of all the monsters in the world, these babies are the closest to real live monsters. and maybe because as freaky as i am i wishh they were real. i wanna run from zombies, smack their brains out with a golf club. it would make for a serious break through in anger management. i wana feel the thrill of the fact that i just might have a chance of being eatin alve by cannibalistic leppers. and i want it to happen in the middle of the school year. and i wanna be driving(speeding) from a mob of them with a million guns in a big ol' hum-vee. i wana feel the freedom of that, the rush. i wanna be with that stupid ex who dumped me for a swampy cheerleader and show him that im more capable of saving his life than the swampy cheerleader who was literally tryin to eat his heart out.
and im thinkin i think bout this stuff too much.
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