Curses / Maldition

I must've been tired so I wake before the three alarms set to make sure I do anyway. Sleeping too warm without sweating, I need water, my head is dry from ear to ear, I turn a slow tide into movements into taking a drink of a mixture to drink before a workout next to the bed, my blood warms and get hungry before I can cool, feeling starved I rock myself out of bed and walk to the hall, the main room, the kitchen. I'm staring at the fridge again, the light actually, wondering if I should be lost in fridgelandia with headphones and music to help me choose, not a good idea to have breakfast carbs, too much effort to make bacon so soon before having to wake up, a whey powder mixer would be in order, something filling to take a nap. It hits my stomach like straw in a furnace, two and a half hours is almost like three i convince myself and I close the cold door.

Only a streak of night sky enters the room, it is too late for me to stop it, if I had only been rested I could prevent this. A man is standing next to me in my kitchen, I blink and get attacked before I can open my eyelids in less than a second, the fear is enough to make me faint tears into every part of me.

I wake in my own blood, it's everywhere, and I'm late for work. I put down anything red over it, wiping counters, hoping to call it laundry day if anyone were to notice. I put on my 'I'm late' sports clothes and run to the subway. Seven long stops away and the entire trip I can't stop looking at other passengers by the reflection of the windows. Flipping thru the songs on my phonecard I realize that my headphones are broken so i throw them away, distracted with another reflection I miss my trainstop, so i run to the street to angrily spend good money on a cab. Distracted again my phone vibrates but there's no ringtone, I must've turned it down checking the headphones...nope, audio broken, I'll have to get a new phone, it's my friend at work calling.

I've been scratching at the glass and the cab driver is hollering at me for the fare, he pounds on the plastic wall and I pay him with my hard earned cash, I should spend it on something else, "i grew up in a town with a butcher" I tell the fat cabbie as I stop to notice the plethora of buttons and stickers in the middle eastern versions of classic redneck slogans. I bounce out of the seat, no tip, it's, my, money.

Suddenly I'm in board meeting on the top floor, standing around one of the longest tables I've ever seen, holding a clipboard ready to take notes, I look at my paper while most are trying not to look out the windows, I see the city, I see the first letters of each word followed by a drunken drifting cursive, and when my friend notices he gives one of those faces and I hold it to my chest. The CEO is giving a tirade about the tirade of another CEO at another company and on a good day I strive not to throw him thru the glass, I'm not really understanding the synergy message and nothing can stop me from scratching at the back of the clipboard.

I'm leaving the meeting and I don't know how things ended, there's my friend, he's smiling and agreeing with me somehow, my automated response must be appropriate, I'm getting pieces of a joke about bipartisan politics, I know how this one will go, I'll take the bait, I take the bait and nod, I begin saying the first word that comes to mind and in the first sound he's praising me, I feel like a dog that only gets his own 'name' and things like "bacon" or "outside" as he speedreads his own dialogue.

We waited for the small C-Suite elevator and now we're heading down ten floors to the plebeian interchange, before lowering to the role-playing fantasy that are the misty peon levels, where we'll swipe a card for great company coffee, one of the perks, it doesn't taste great and I don't know why, but my friend shares empathy with my facial expression, I wish someone would tell me why there are so few people, those people cluttered by the elevator door have the right idea.

We queue for the lower levels drop, my friend punches me in the should asking questions, harmless question that help him learn more about me, I answer and realize my hearing is out, water on the ear after a cold morning perhaps, damn, my headphones weren't broken, the elevator fills and fills too much, my friend and I have to wait for the next one. We wait, we enter, the doors close, I tear into my friend and in a struggle the guy I know works in the mail room, what was he thinking being here, this is my elevator, good old what's his name, there is blood everywhere. I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor of the elevator eating brains, I press the emergency stop button and a red light takes over the white halogen. The elevator music is back, one of those popular annoying songs that everyone sings when coworkers go out, recreated with a piano and sounds of bells, not as bad as them singing, my friend is delicious, I bet that guy is delicious.

It's time to stand up and brush myself off with gutsy hands that make more of a mess, I'm very calm, this is never happened before, never this calm and never an elevator bloodbath, i think i'm almost smiling, I've to abandon my entire life and run from the law because of that camera in the corner of the elevator, but i'm smiling, this is nice, i wonder how many cameras are in a building on average. I pry open the door, i'm kinda stronger now, i'm already hungry now, i know this feeling now so much i cannot forget it ever again, i peek around the doorwell, i lick my fingers then make a dash into the empty area, i steal a coat to cover myself and leap back out of the small office.

I can't remember the night before, i feel terrible not knowing, i'm in another cab tapping my fingers on the seat, bouncing my heel on the floor, at my building i'm so ready to leap from the window of the cab, no tip, it's his money, but i need the cash now more than he does, into my apartment, the mess is still there, this is damning evidence that adds to the cameras, i mail my important things in carboard to a PO box, i'm prepared for this sadly from online paranoia, wow i was really paranoid, i grab my three, count them three, split kits, my tech, i'm not even scarred, not knowing what happened is giving me more fear than anyone, i hear footsteps in the hall, i prepare for intruders, with none I leave, this life is over and i'm good with this, this is absurd, i just start walking to the worst part of the city that i can remember, i'm already starving again



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the zombie manifesto

The Zombie Manifesto /

An ominous and growing horde, certainties of flawed men make use constant tortured paradigms as the living plight and slight the land, turning once great words against their kith and kin, banner of the bloody symbol, sardonic camaraderie and culture, our gory banner flies with a revision forced, we are retracing the paths to our reopened graves. We have crawled out of our buried coffins with disdain of things humane, paranoia and bloodthirsty desire to control all modes, further deriding culture to recidivistic base ignorance to commit crimes in frail and vain untenable purview. Controlled and mutually assured destruction exacts heinous acts by belligerent design, the undead rise to consume. Eccentric malevolence makes martyring innocence progressively simpler, the misled rally to delusion, crazed without empathy to stabilize perception with fear and division, the dead outnumber the living. Rank and file become conscripts and marauders as an imbalance of power is seen reversely thru every and all eyes, thieves speak for victims and the innocent have fled, fiendishness becomes mistaken for honor. The fallen shall become the risen just as the dead are born. Insanity echoes itself with truth scorned by accomplished menaces, with fear in hand the scouts and liars line each next town with deceit and foresworn subterfuge, as spies and saboteurs imbue controlled messages of fear or revelation, and the felons are eager to join the ranks first by treason subtle or fierce. Isolation becomes indoctrination, cages separate the undead from the evils of the living, this exploit placates a narrative conditional to great dalliance and opulence. The undead overrun the living who forget themselves, we rise to watch the world turn and bring the humans with us. Factions combine to appease the dictator, seeking truce in daylight to rob from the poor, and keeping hidden at night to resume quietly killing each other, collectors of stolen wealth seek ways to protect their ill-gotten gains, miring them in only one way to spend it. Bias becomes elitism and familiarity becomes aristocracy, but zombies consume despite any appearance. Delusions enhance the madness of despots, unable to see their intrusion they demand elevation of many and seemingly invisible supporters to have godlike command, the good endorse patience, while the bad espouse severity, as the innocent remain voiceless or aligned with false concepts, and to save yourselves without escape from yourselves and joining the horde. Flagrant ineptitude in droves, appropriations become theft as the mode of reproduction becomes political and the politics of apathy takes its place. These were the first of the zombies, they were the afterlife. Free will ignored and speech silenced, chieftains hide their tribes in secret, the cloying acolytes defame character and culture to gain favor of ferule tyrants, for fecund fiefdoms, assassinations occur here in political wind but only to the effect of leaves in autumn. For we as zombies do not congregate with the living, but all will congregate with the zombie apocalypse. Questioning minds go fatally missing, intrigue is traipsed by totalitarians, empty laws eventually fill shallow minds with callous thoughts. The best against eternity are still to have what humans cannot know. Dungeons, mines, and farms overfill with slaves, the infamy of these incarcerations flow systematic debauchery over prison walls until the surrounding society of each adopts a slave structure mentality, where all laws are straw scarecrows or blatant fires. Hunger for what the mind has, creation cannot replace the power of zombies. Summary imprisonment, damnation eternal, darkness of penalty, demonized and subjected to manipulation. These are unimportant, victim and accuser, right or wrong, will become infected. Militia become paid mercenaries, malice becomes menace thruout the countryside, and foist responsibility on themselves when telling people to look to perpetrators as liberators, above reproach. There is no concept that prevents zombies from consuming humanity. A legion of spies whose sole purpose is encouraging distrust, for agents provocateurs can feign help until able to destroy with force and spectacle. Zombies are not a conspiracy. We are here for humanity as it runs towards the future. Attack new factions as if the old, infiltrate and destroy, rebuild according to bidding-saboteurs any faction in their definition of removable, escaping the safety of life to find something better in an apocalypse. Unfair to the fairer, houses of ill repute consume entire families purely to dissuade travelers from visiting and seeing the evils, until controlling every aspect of the home and family under threat of death, ideological insanity, zombies do not make such absurdly wild assumptions.

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