Showing posts with label rape of childhood memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rape of childhood memories. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2008

ZOMBIE HAIKU #6

Stolen Zombie Lyrics

I'm your zombie man.
I know I'm just a creature,
Brought back from the dead.

Stolen Zombie Lyrics 2

You turn to me, smile;
"You're my best zombie friend."
I won't let this end...

Fashionable

Maggot eaten clothes
Leaves and twigs and dirt and seeds
Blood-splattered hand prints

(c) Riley Ziesig 

The Living and the Dead

Rotting flesh, park bench,
Birds chirping, daisies and bees
Juxtaposition 

Rush Hour

Cars beeping, lights change,
Zombies blocking traffic; jam,
Cars beeping, lights change.

Love-Sick

Falling rose petals
Flesh is peeling, flaking off
And she loves me not. 
-Erica 

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

OH NO IS THIS PERSONAL

In case you didn't know, my mom, one Stephanie Lurie, now works at Hyperion Books, Disney's official book publishing house. According to her, there are LCD screens mounted on every wall, each one playing WALL-E in a constant loop. Employees must take mandatory vacations to Disney World every few months and get through the doors for free. Also, the reanimated corpse of Disney himself serves them gold-encrusted Bambi steak on a plate made of Jew bones, as old Walt would have wanted.

But—oh-ho!—that is not all, dear blog reader! Indeed, there is more than meets the eye:
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These scans recently popped up in a Japanese hobby magazine. My hope is that it's not a toy, but a fully-functional truck. Or at least a fully-functional mouse.

In case that's not cool enough for you:
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That's my mom!
-Matt