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Zombie Load Blast: Roots.

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Friday, December 12, 2014. Booking flights to where I came from,. I am going to see who I came from. So as to see where I'll go some day. The underneath from which we come,. And where we go to when we leave. He left a while ago,. On vacation, on leave, on business. It was not by choice but it was natural. His body of work kept being left. Scattered about his body. In the infancy of my adulthood,. There were fledgling thoughts. That forced themselves into questions.

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Zombie Load Blast: May 2014

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Monday, May 19, 2014. If I knew what I was doing,. I would not be doing what I'm doing. You can always play the guitar like it's silent:. Lose the loss and not the intent. Please hold it against me. Dot your eyes and cross this T. Hold your love up close to my heart. Hold me down so as not to part. I want to feel it close, velvet,. Deep level vibrations like a threat. As when I felt something back then. Without questioning the sensation. The sky holding up the weather.

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Zombie Load Blast: June 2015

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Monday, June 8, 2015. I am tired of learning how to love. I am under the weather, attempting the truth. I'd love to be content. Yet the stumbling block:. A self created version of myself. In which to wrap its tears up with mine. My version is no where close to the duplicate. A photocopier bleeding black ink. And copies of copies. Making up for the disappearance of the original. Anxiety stealing my presence. I will quit myself. I will put myself. To take from a construct.

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Zombie Load Blast: July 2014

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Thursday, July 10, 2014. The Bog of Eternal Insecurity. I know you are a monster. Your monstrosity has nothing to do. With why I want nothing to do. So wholeheartedly with you. Within you prowls creaturely anxiety. You shoe gaze to assume some sort of piety. When your milky violet eyes. Creep over my skin. The fog of the lagoon. Turns into a blanket. And I get damp and sour. With your gaze left like dairy. On my skin for weeks. I am sorry for you, monster. There is cow...

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Zombie Load Blast: Snapped Shot #2.

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Sunday, March 8, 2015. The thin ice upon the water melts. Even though no one watches it. Still, it happens,. Moving still no less. The happening belies the anticipation. There was no need for the anxious structure. To grow around your limbs. As a crystalline facsimile of skeletal bearing. The mind acts as a rubber band. The action acting as a subtle brand;. What it anticipates is more real. Than what is real. The miscreants purport of your house burning down.

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Zombie Load Blast: Photocopy #5.

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Monday, June 8, 2015. I am tired of learning how to love. I am under the weather, attempting the truth. I'd love to be content. Yet the stumbling block:. A self created version of myself. In which to wrap its tears up with mine. My version is no where close to the duplicate. A photocopier bleeding black ink. And copies of copies. Making up for the disappearance of the original. Anxiety stealing my presence. I will quit myself. I will put myself. To take from a construct.

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Zombie Load Blast: Lay the Needle Down in the Groove.

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Sunday, December 28, 2014. Lay the Needle Down in the Groove. It comforts me to listen to dead people. With the ghosts whispering I hear,. Their spirit talking with the still walking. That record continues spinning. Long after the button is pressed. So death took them. So the living still have them. For years you lived as though. You'd just woken from a dream;. Snapped to with a whole life. On the tip of your tongue. Yet you could not recall the details. When you said,.

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Zombie Load Blast: Guiltless Age #4.

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Things were so much easier back then,. Before sunshine promised grief. I did not know then that sun would eventually. Force itself on the planet and engulf the matter. Just as the memory of dad's cold dead hand. Would encircle all other memories. The water moving without strategy to surround the island. Presently, the world is ending all the time. But we were never sure when it started. It will be okay to be nothing one of these days,.

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Zombie Load Blast: Illusions Past #1.

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Accounts of the perpetually fucked. Sunday, April 5, 2015. All passwords fall out of my head. Like the slips of paper after. The news of things passing. The newspaper tore apart. Not that I would remember it. The train car is sneaking by. With flesh stacked upon it's back. Something about the way the sun rose today. Made me feel a bit immortal. It made me sick,. It made me hungry,. The people of the twenty first century. Think of the late nineteenth century. And make amends with what I am. Like all of it.