ZOMBIE HAIKU
I think I spent the best $10 I have ever spent in my life yesterday on a book called Zombie Haiku.
It's a book about an unassuming poet who starts writing just before the zombie apocalypse, then gets turned into a zombie and continues writing poetry as a zombie.
Here are some of the highlights, but you really need to read it for the full effect because there are illustrations and such.
they surround the car, and are all moaning something. is that the word "trains"?!
after I was bit. I knew I was in trouble, when I bit me too
I am so hungry, and only one thing sounds good, time to leave the car
one thing on my mind, only one thing on my mind. IM GOING TO EAT YOU.
I remember home, and I remember my mom, and her meaty thighs
I can remember good food that mom used to make. I bet mom tastes good.
fresh food semlls so good, like pasta mom used to make. moms brains smell good.
I loved my momma, I ear her with my mouth closed, how she would want it.
my dad used to say "always finish what you start" so I eat her hair.
thinking of dad makes me think of better times, but then back to meat
bet dads upset, he probably came back too, but coffins are dark
reanimation would be much ore difficult inside a coffin
nothing left to eat, so I slowly leave moms house, back out the window
she's always with me, especially if my gut can't digest toenails
my instinct steers me, to my gourmet dinner feast, a nursing home
they are so lucky that I cannot remember how to use doorknobs
I really need blood, moaning "brains!" is hard with a dried out tongue
little old ladies, speed away in their wheelchairs. frightend meals on wheels
everything I thought tasted like chicken, really tastes like man.
biting into heads is much harder than it looks, the skull is feisty
teeth can bite through bones, hair Is hard to swallow, brains squish easily
you'd think I'd get full eating so many people, but really, I don't
he tends not to flinch, though I'm yelling in his ear, which is in my hand
looking at the hole, can you hear without the ear, or do you need this flap?
with a strong sucking, they pop right into my mouth, eyeballs taste like grapes
due to my neck hole, eating is more difficult. her toe popped back out
Blood is really warm. It's like drinking hot chocolate, but with more screaming.
that's just some of the glorious haikus in this book. I will post more later if I get requests/I feel like it.
It's a book about an unassuming poet who starts writing just before the zombie apocalypse, then gets turned into a zombie and continues writing poetry as a zombie.
Here are some of the highlights, but you really need to read it for the full effect because there are illustrations and such.
they surround the car, and are all moaning something. is that the word "trains"?!
after I was bit. I knew I was in trouble, when I bit me too
I am so hungry, and only one thing sounds good, time to leave the car
one thing on my mind, only one thing on my mind. IM GOING TO EAT YOU.
I remember home, and I remember my mom, and her meaty thighs
I can remember good food that mom used to make. I bet mom tastes good.
fresh food semlls so good, like pasta mom used to make. moms brains smell good.
I loved my momma, I ear her with my mouth closed, how she would want it.
my dad used to say "always finish what you start" so I eat her hair.
thinking of dad makes me think of better times, but then back to meat
bet dads upset, he probably came back too, but coffins are dark
reanimation would be much ore difficult inside a coffin
nothing left to eat, so I slowly leave moms house, back out the window
she's always with me, especially if my gut can't digest toenails
my instinct steers me, to my gourmet dinner feast, a nursing home
they are so lucky that I cannot remember how to use doorknobs
I really need blood, moaning "brains!" is hard with a dried out tongue
little old ladies, speed away in their wheelchairs. frightend meals on wheels
everything I thought tasted like chicken, really tastes like man.
biting into heads is much harder than it looks, the skull is feisty
teeth can bite through bones, hair Is hard to swallow, brains squish easily
you'd think I'd get full eating so many people, but really, I don't
he tends not to flinch, though I'm yelling in his ear, which is in my hand
looking at the hole, can you hear without the ear, or do you need this flap?
with a strong sucking, they pop right into my mouth, eyeballs taste like grapes
due to my neck hole, eating is more difficult. her toe popped back out
Blood is really warm. It's like drinking hot chocolate, but with more screaming.
that's just some of the glorious haikus in this book. I will post more later if I get requests/I feel like it.