| Elobo |
Tales of the Urban Zombie |
You sigh. How long has it been since you were safe in your own house watching that zombie movie marathon? Now we see bitter irony wrought in the screaming flesh of undeath. Every instinct tells you that you should feel cold, lifeless. But you are overwhelmed by malice for the human race, and a lust for violence. You slam your fists against the walls of your butchered psyche as you and your canine partner close in on some humans. But nobody is listening to you. Your body is on autopilot. You are broken, you relent, you convert. You are theirs now.
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4/24/09 |
8.00 |
| Elobo |
My Mindless Friend |
My life… my everything… it used to be at the bottom of the bottle. We were not scientists, we were assembly line workers. It didn’t matter how useful our abominations were, as long as they were present. So I found solace in a melange of liquors hard and brutal. As I pulled my blood soaked arms out of its gaping cranium, my heart was heavy. The brain was wired, the switch was flipped. It stared at me, blankly, for nearly five minutes. Then it smiled, and hung on my every word with unflinching adoration. Was this unconditional love? No, there was a dire condition: lobotomization. But I needed something to grab hold of to haul myself out of the pit of this despair. This seems to be working. Hmm, I’ll feel terrible about him down the road? You know what? Whatever.
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11/28/09 |
8.00 |
