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Zombie Disney Princesses

by

Kendel Marce

Why?

You may have noticed loyal followers that I have not posted in a while. So the question that comes to my mind is “Why?” Has my madness infiltrated my subconcious where I now feel ashamed to discuss this? Or have I merely accepted the consequences and have channeled it into other areas? 

Either way this is an odd moment in the journey and it could very well mean everything and yet nothing. So for whom who witnesses this downward spiral of a digital descent I bestow upon thee a requiem for your continued consumption through your eye pupils.

I’m the firestarter!

My Dreams are a Dick

I had the weirdest dream last night. It starts off in a dark road that resembled a street I used to live on. The road was asphalt, there were houses on the left and right sides of the street, and at the far end it curves left around a big house. To the right there’s a thick forrest and to the left there’s just more houses and side streets. Clearly a normal suburban setting. 

Anyway I was walking home from a friend’s, which resembled a house a friend used to live at in that area. But one the way home something odd: There was a man in a nice beige suit and fedora sitting in a chair waiting for me. When I got out onto the street from my friend’s I looked behind me and noticed him. He gets up and says: “You think you can FUCK with us?” I responded as I probably would in said situation, “What? Who are you?” he then growled at me, “Bullshit! You think you’re smarter than us? Stronger? Better? FUCK YOU!” At this point I started getting nervous to which I responded, hoping that would make him leave, “Yeah I guess not, sorry?!” This time he starts reaching for his pocket as I start walking to my home. But after a few feet he shouts, “You worthless piece of shit bastard!” to which I look at him, frightened. 

He was holding a gun, a large revolver it seems, fires it right at me and it immediately blasts a hole in the right side of my stomach near my appendix. There’s blood everywhere and plenty of pain to go around, but I was not dead. I start crawling back to my house, crying, wondering if I am going to live and what I could have done to have caused this.

As I crawl within 20 feet from my house the man nonchalantly walks up to me with a sarcastic, “Oh what happened to you?” kind of look to his face and pretended to feel bad. He then kicks me in the ribs as hard as he can, I flip over in pain so my back is on the ground and I’m staring up at the sky. He shoves his gun in my mouth and declares, “Remember kid, you deserve this!” and pulls the trigger.

I woke up….

What if you were a ghost?

If you found out right now that you’ve been a ghost the whole time, and any conversation you had wasn’t really with you, what would you do about it?

I think I would prefer that to the reality of living such a useless, indulgent existence right now.

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You only live once! It’s a shame we waste it all on sleeping, eating, fucking, and breathing…

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