Sunday, September 9, 2007

In preparation for that time when the zombies might take over.

I run. Very poorly. Old ladies trucking their grandchildren in trolleys pass me up like strong gusts of wind. Sometimes, they knock me over. I fall down a lot. I pray my tears will still continue to look like the rest of the sweat running down my face.

Thank god the zombies walk as slowly as they do, because that would be the only thing keeping my brains from being eaten.

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