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[g0thx0r]

i feel a bit odd. shaky, and repressing everything. i had a good night out at devil's night, being led around as a pet zombie was greatly amusing, lots of fun, yet by the time i've made it home my mood has plummeted, i'm really trying not to shake, i don't understand it, i feel so very lucid and in control, apart from the shaking, it isn't cold,

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Pet Zombies

[anonymous]

Imagine for a moment you had no owner, no mistress dragging you around on a dog lead for the night. You may have been uncontrollable! That side of you that you claimed earlier was to hard to control, so much that it frightens you, doesn't feel like you. That could have been you, without the leash.
On the other hand, you could have felt lost, alone, frightened (if such a brain-dead creature at the time could feel such emotion). Never knowing where your next meal could come from, if it would come. You would have been vulnerable, no mistress with a custom steam punk-esque nerf gun to protect you, keep you safe from the zombie hunters.

Think back to that night you got home. No mistress to protect you, but a lock and a roof over your head instead. Not every zombie can claim such luxury. Not every zombie can wash away their sins, their dirt, the blood and entrails of their last meal. Not every zombie can appreciate how comfortable your sofa may be to your bed. Not every zombie can appreciate a comedy on tv, if it indeed would understand the tv!
But you can, a pet zombie that can understand. That has someone to look after it, be it a mistress, a friend, or a stuffed penguin. A pet zombie that has a roof over its head, a lock to protect and hide behind, a sink to wash away the bad chi, interests and talents that others look upon with envy.

Being a pet isn't such a bad thing, trust me.
DDM