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March 13, 2016
I am the one and zombie. I roam the streets. I sniff the scents. I get a whiff of the undead, and there I go again! I roam. Alone. My home. The streets. I feel. A need. For BRAINS... but don't you be pretentious.

I meant something in a previous life. I was special. I was one, but now I'm just one with the pack. Now I just run with the pack, and there's no running back, because this pack will have none of that. So: I go. I'm done. I run I am one. Beyond need. I am: zombie.