Final Letter

Dear John,



It's only you.



I've written everyone else off.

Er,

WWZ

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains."

In my mind, as well as many others, the zombie apocalypse is undoubtedly a lethal and upcoming threat. I believe/hope the world will end in 2012, and a plague of the living dead seems the most appropriate way for all of us to go out. Sure, there probably aren't any facts supporting this kind of world destruction, but it's better to be prepared for anything, right?

So bring on the zombies. I'm ready to fuck their world up something hardcore.



I've been reading 'Pride and Prejudice and Zombies' and I really admire the nonchalant way the characters deal with the "unmentionables." It's realistic, at least in my opinion, and so naturally, it has me creating a serious, detailed, zombie-proof plan. I mean sure, anyone worth knowing has a zombie contingency plan; where to go, who to take, what to bring, all that shit. But honestly, I'm pretty certain that some plans are a little too optimistic. So I've taken all that disgusting optimism out of my plan, and used pure facts to save my future self.



The outbreak will occur, no doubt, in some over-populated state/city, because too many people = too many opinions = lack of dictatorship because this country is based on democracy! = terrible decisions about what to do involving something as hideous as the living dead situation = no preventative measures which will result in the death of us all. So, now we're fucked.



My dream zombie would be somewhere in between the crazy fast smart hybrids, and the lumbering mostly mentally challenged pieces of rotten flesh. They would amble swiftly, but they wouldn't be able to run (maybe a slow jog/shuffle). Their instincts would be slightly heightened and they would be more aware of current surroundings. But their memory spans would be pretty short.



Hulett, WY would be my town of choice since yeah, it's in the middle of fucking nowhere. So even if the zombies finally reached us and turned everyone, how hard would killing ~500 people be? I'd have more than enough supplies to support myself and whoever happened to be with me. And even if things got reallyyy bad, we could live off the land, making use of the many wild animals we have in our woods. Ew, which means I'd probably have to start eating meat. Blehhh. Hopefully that won't happen, and hopefully the zombies will come find us and eat everyone so I won't have to deal with living people trying to drink my diet coke, light my flares, and use my machete. I fucking hate sharing.



So yeah, I'm ready. All I need are the ravaging, putrid, disgusting, flesh devouring, poor excuses of what used to be people. Please come entertain me.

Lettersx9

Dear ****b,



Dear *****d,



Dear ******k,

Lettersx8

Dear ****b,



Dear *****d,



Dear ******k,

Chanteuse

Lettersx7

Dear ****b,
I'm pretty sure we're just going through the motions.


Dear *****d,
If it's not me, fuck you.


Dear ******k,
I'm just an apparition who, was fatally imagined by you; motives of our own.

Lettersx6

Dear ****b,
I can't remember what I had said, something reminiscent of a relationship.


Dear *****d,
The fire came and went. But maybe it's back again.


Dear ******k,
I will surround your heart with lies, until the end.

The Pretty Reckless

ZOMBIE

"I'm not listening to you
I am wandering right through existence
With no purpose and no drive
'Cause in the end we're all alive, alive

Two thousand years I've been awake
Waiting for the day to shake

To all of you who've wronged me
I am, I am a zombie
Again, again you want me to fall on my head
I am, I am, I am a zombie
How low, how low, how low will you push me
To go, to go, to go, before I lay, lay down dead

Blow the smoke right off the tube
Kiss my gentle burning bruise
I'm lost in time
And to all the people left behind
You are walking dumb and blind, blind

And two thousand years I've been awake
Waiting for the day to shake

Dear all of you who've wronged me
I am, I am a zombie
Again, again you want me to fall on my head
I am, I am, I am a zombie
How low, how low, how low will you push me
To go, to go, to go, before I lay, lay down dead
Oh dead, Oh dead, Oh dead

To all of you who've wronged me
I am, I am a zombie
Again, again you want me to fall on my head

I am I am I am a zombie
How low, how low, how low will you push me
To go, to go, to go, before I lie down dead"

In My Head...Zombies?

"If you knew I was dying, would it change you? If you knew I was dying would it change anything?"

I have a reason. That's the reason I'm going to die.


"When I fly solo, I fly so high...don't touch me now."


They talk about the "answers." They temporarily satisfy their curiosity by drawing seemingly logical conclusions. What do you know? Sometimes I like to think there's nothing to be found.


Are you tired of being alone?


I feel like a funeral.


Shake it out.


Dear Snotti,
I fucking miss you, so much.


Dear Rinky,
Dude, I'm so fucking nostalgic right now. I miss you and all our crazy shit.


My heart's in my throat. It itches and I can't speak. Maybe I'll shower...rinse with listerine. Fuck.


I'm moving. Soon. Really soon.


It's about time for another disappearing act. I'm sooo fucking good at that.


Stop waiting for me. I don't deserve it.


I'm so much better flying solo.


Maybe I'll fake my own death. That's sort of like trying to resurrect a dead scene though. Fuck this bus. I'm not indefinite, I've got a life span, albeit short.


You're just a glitch.


I am just a glitch.

Vacant Beds

I'm so good at talking shit

Heart attack

But I'm the apple of your eye anyway

Oh, we're so controversial

You admit to the truth

I am the best at what I do

Between my tongue and your heart

No grace

I'll keep it in check

But you're bursting through the seams

I fly so high

Don't touch me now

Save yourself from hope and disappointment

Boy, you have everything you need

Give yourself over to time

Give yourself over to decay

Arguments

Objections

I wake up to dream with the brave

The defiant

My self motivation?

It's here

First Day From Prison

A boy without a soul.
He will nod, smile.
He will show me his hands, thick enough for a pale throat.
He will leave burn marks, scars.
He will cut deep.
He will kiss so hard, I lie.

Lettersx5

Dear ****b,
You are, just this once.


Dear *****d,
If I could only hold your heart and never beat again. If I could only hold your heart I'd never beat again.


Dear ******k,
On and on, you told me I was wrong then, please tell me I'll be wrong again; a heart behind glass in a tower of stone, I smuggled the spark that led the forest fire home.

Lettersx4

Dear ****b,
I don't see you enough to hate you. Let's keep it that way.


Dear *****d,
I'm burning like a bridge for your body.


Whoa. This shit just got really fucking weird.


Dear ******k,
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.

Lettersx3

Dear ****b,
You almost died yesterday. Cool story bro.


Dear *****d,
You make me want to punch you in the face and jump your bones at the same time.


Dear ******k,
The next time I see you, you're going to rip my throat out.

17 Slowest Brutal Breakdowns*

*not in any particular order...my favorites get video



PASSING THE PENCIL TEST
by
The Acacia Strain



NOW YOU'RE GOING TO BE FAMOUS
by
I Declare War




WHEN EVERYTHING GOES WRONG, TAKE THE EASY WAY OUT
by
Emmure



THE LEGEND OF THE RENT IS WAY HARDCORE
by
Here Comes The Kraken




MASOCHIST
by
Elysia



EXTREM
by
WBTBWB




DAS ENDE
by
WBTBWB




A KINGDOM BUILT OF MAN
by
We Are The End




RECREANT
by
Chelsea Grin




A PORTABLE DEATH RAY AND A STERILE CLAW
by
See You Next Tuesday




BACK BURNER
by
August Burns Red



SMOKE 'EM IF YA GOT 'EM
by
Parkway Drive




DEVIRGINATION STUDIES
by
Whitechapel




MY FEARS HAVE BECOME PHOBIAS
by
As Blood Runs Black




PROMISES
by
All Shall Perish




DISTORTED THOUGHT OF ADDICTION
by
Suicide Silence




RODNEY DANGERFIELD
by
This Is Renaissance

What I Really Love

ZOMBIES

You really can't get enough of the living dead.



RIDICULOUSLY SLOW/BRUTAL BREAKDOWNS

My heart beats in blast beats.



PLAYING PIANO LIKE A BEAST

88 keys, 10 fingers...no problem.



SLEEPING/POLAR BEARS/ORGIES

I really don't need to explain this.



MY BROTHER

He is the epitome of everything bad ass.

What's Up?

I recently obtained a fuck load of new music from death core/metal bands that have released new albums/demos/pre-production shit lately.

Five bands in particular caught my ear and are lucky enough to be mentioned in my crazy famous blog:


Danza III: A Series Of Unfortunate Events by The Tony Danza Tap Dance Extravaganza (my favorite album by them so far)

Return From Exile's self titled album (pretty good if you like Conducting From The Grave)

Malevolence by I Declare War (brutal)

There Is No Place Like Home by Silence (pretty unoriginal name, but awesome nonetheless)

Lettersx2

Dear ****b,
I felt like a dick asking you what the point to all this was, but I really meant it.


Dear *****d,
Stop wasting time. I won't wait that long, so hurry.


Dear ******k,
I'm your fucking polar bear.

Alerion

MY HOBBY:

Hunting douche bags pants-less while listening to epic party death metal.

Streamline

MY HOBBY:

Taking advantage of my sociopathic nature by abusing random strangers.

Untitled

I conquer, with lions and logic

See the ferociousness impatient behind my eyes

My blue eyes

Carrying responsibility weighted from generations of loyalty, and treachery,
you need not know

Always the black sheep, I'll take your accusations and blow you, away

Do you see me waiting for the world to change?

Stand aside, let me teach you my name

Tonight I'll start a war of ages, rotting in the womb of the unrighteous,
poisoning the well with your hateful thoughts

You're killing us all

Throw ourselves against the whirlwind

But you don't really see, you bring out the murderer in me

Letters

Dear ****b,
You surprised me. Best fucking surprise ever.


Dear *****d,
I like you most of all and you haven't even thought twice about it.


Dear ******n,
I really hate you. But I can't get over your smile.


Dear ******k,
I've buried my feelings six feet deep. You said you'd wait, but this will take far too long.

The Game

I have taken you from lust to love and back to lust again in one night.
You spilled your attraction and drowned me with admiration. You showed your true heart right away, even though you told me you were too strong to let anyone get close.
I never asked you any questions and you still laid down face up like an open book.
I didn't even have to lick my fingers to turn your pages.
You are stupid and rash.
I hate you.
But I did enjoy our game, as short as it was.
I didn't mean anything I said, my words were only game pieces that needed to be moved.
And you bought every line.
Of course I am a mistake! Of course I will be a regret! You mean nothing to me and I'm your new and only infatuation.
I played for curiosity's sake, and now I am done.
The game is finished and in a few days you will realize it and hopefully hate me in return.
But you'll eventually move on and forget, as predictable as you are.
Thanks for playing.

GAME OVER

Why?

"Why, you ask? Well I'll tell you.

Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for 2 or 3 days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they're tight.

Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all, "a disappointment." Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you are mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop. Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that every single thing is wrong with you. Why? Why not?"

Das Ende

My body is sick; it is dying. This flesh screams weakness and my bones refuse to support me. My organs are failing, my insides rotting. Why has God given (cursed) me with such a disgusting shell? Sin has plagued this body and the only relief is death. My own heart can't even pump enough blood to reach the end of my fingers, the end of my toes, the end of my nose. This cycle of blood is over, my body is too tired, and I shall return to the dust from whence I came. It is over.