Wondering …
I wonder at the world. It spins, it clatters, it sucks out the life from the things that walk its surface. The world does not wonder back at me, for obviously, if that were the case, then maybe I could...
View ArticleBrightness Again
Of all the places that exist upon this Earth, no two remain the same. Each its own merit, its own flaws, the difference upon the surface, the similarities beneath the crust. And to each place, there...
View ArticleWord
The screen, it mocks me. It glares with whitened intensity as it burns its phosphors into my brain. I cannot look away, I cannot bend my brain in a different way. The intensity of this expression of...
View ArticleSelf Made Manifest – by Zombie Zak
In a world of the brainless, tis folly to be brainy. Dedication of purpose is more than just a statement of intent – it’s a follow through of execution to that effect. I know that there are fireworks...
View ArticleSpread Positivity
Hi. I’m Zombie Zak. And tonight, I’d like to talk about something that means a great deal to me. The power of positive change, the power to change the world, the power to light the fires of...
View ArticleMy Weird-May 2013
What way, this wicked Weird I speak to? What thing is thought, when my Weird is given to talk? This world is full of varied things, of dark and light, tis given the world to fondle, and watch the...
View ArticleWe Are The Storm
We are the storm. We are the dark clouds of intentions filling the sky with meaning and meaninglessness. The collection of thoughts and improbabilities that surface momentarily and are gone, that blow...
View ArticleWe Are The Dead
We are the Dead. We walk beside you, we work with you, we serve your needs as much as the living; as much as our own needs are to be fulfilled. We seek the answers, we seek the questions, we … Continue...
View ArticleDarkness and Shadows
Why are we the shadows, why are we the darkness? What is it about our existence, that makes us, as a species, predisposed towards a proclivity for pursuits down darkened paths? Where is it written in...
View ArticleWhat the Rot has Wrought …
What the Rot has Wrought … … cannot be undone, nor forgot. It’s the seepage into the bones, the weary layering of burden and stripe, of withering dementia and all that sort of tripe. It’s the grease...
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