Shut up already,
Damn!
~ Prince ‘Housequake’ 1987
Damn!
~ Prince ‘Housequake’ 1987
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| Aurora ~ Remedios Varo |
“Ghosts! Ghosts! Ghosts!” chant the kids as they run the perimeter.
The entertainment has not abated for them over the weeks as some of them have started to disintegrate; bits of flesh and the occasional sinew-encrusted bone, an exploding eye which elicited equal parts horror and hilarity; occasionally one will lean into the fence causing a spectacular explosion of black blood and ochre bone. Gore-bits now litter the perimeter; still the zombies continue to stare with hungry yellow eyes (those who still have them), and they sure do smell bad: all grey and powdery, like when the dogs have been rolling in rot – the tell-tale perfume of Guy’s Plague.
Daniel stops to check the situation more often than he’d like; they’re not going away; he hopes they'll fall apart completely sooner rather than later since the battery-drain is starting to worry him; there’s been no sun for a week and the wind is barely enough to turn the blades on the windmill.
“Don’t get too close,” he shouts above the kids’ chanting, “or you’ll end up just like 'em”
“Goat, goat, goat” they return, but without their usual vigour when they see that Daniel’s not in the mood. Giggling, they scatter to their various chores rather than endure a lecture.
The entertainment has not abated for them over the weeks as some of them have started to disintegrate; bits of flesh and the occasional sinew-encrusted bone, an exploding eye which elicited equal parts horror and hilarity; occasionally one will lean into the fence causing a spectacular explosion of black blood and ochre bone. Gore-bits now litter the perimeter; still the zombies continue to stare with hungry yellow eyes (those who still have them), and they sure do smell bad: all grey and powdery, like when the dogs have been rolling in rot – the tell-tale perfume of Guy’s Plague.
Daniel stops to check the situation more often than he’d like; they’re not going away; he hopes they'll fall apart completely sooner rather than later since the battery-drain is starting to worry him; there’s been no sun for a week and the wind is barely enough to turn the blades on the windmill.
“Don’t get too close,” he shouts above the kids’ chanting, “or you’ll end up just like 'em”
“Goat, goat, goat” they return, but without their usual vigour when they see that Daniel’s not in the mood. Giggling, they scatter to their various chores rather than endure a lecture.
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| Housequake | ||
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