I pass four cinder-packed used-car lots;
- I pass four cinder-packed used-car lots; a shabby concrete garage, the dead earth in front of it littered with rusting car parts and old tires
- . This was a thriving metropolis until the Hippo Stampede of '01. You could still see bite marks in an abandoned Pontiac Aztec, where the rebellion had begun. A hippo was gipped on
- some orthopedic shoes. The insoles wore out after only a week &the salesman didn't give a refund so she got the rest of the hippo herd & they ran amuck. Now it's a ghost town.
- It was cavernous and empty, like a JCPenneys or the contents of Justin Beiber's skull. Luckily, the orthopedic shoes allowed for
- easy shuffling thru the vacant corridors of my soul. It hurts when people are nice. He spent a drunken night complimenting me & asking to hang out. Next day, he blocked me on IM.
- Tortured souls we were...both of us...wracked with shame & consternation for that which we were powerless to control. A wooly worm crawled down my face. It was a sign! I texted him
- Meet me in the garden underneath the lemon tree. Somehow we have to get this under control. Suddenly the worm took a u-turn and crawled around her nose and up
- through her nostril. The worm got stuck and sort of hung there. She didn't seem to notice and I felt too awkward to say anything so we just parted ways. Hours later, we met and
- she had another worm coming out of her ear. I put down my cloth napkin and pointed casually at her face. "You umm.. got something there." Her response. "BRRRAAINS!!"
- A month later, when I stood trial for blowing my sister's head off with a shotgun, I was acquitted when a member of the jury had also turned out to be a zombie in training. Go me!
- Started
- 2011-07-19 11:57:49
- Finished
- 2015-05-19 14:30:01
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m80 May 20 2015 @ 01:22
Wh-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-t? This is......I'm speechless!
m80 May 20 2015 @ 01:23
(and I mean that in a good way.)
SlimWhitman May 20 2015 @ 03:05
The the ghost town is now inahbited by zombies... and texting wooly worms?