There are those that seem to enjoy my matter of fact way of writing. Where I don't pull any punches and usually bare some facet of my deranged soul.
You've been getting a lot of that here.
I have also found that I have this other faction of followers (you all cult like, folks) that are some how intrigued by the bizarre shit that makes me laugh.
This post and the following are for you. My little stick figure zombie lovers.
Enjoy:
That's right kids, I will be sharing renditions of my real life as told through stick figures and zombies here too.
You? Are so freaking welcome.
And now that it's obvious how much of a legend this is obviously going to make me, please write down that just like Michael Jackson, I want to be buried on my birthday. Yes, my birthday is in August, yes it's the day Elvis died AND the same as Madonna's birthday. What I'm saying is that I am so destined for stick figure greatness it's just ironic that I DON'T have a stick figure.
Also? Even if I die in December, you make them wait until August to bury me. Do you hear me?
I'll write this out in detailed zombie stick figure instructions because I am well aware of your short attention span. Who, whoa, a car is coming, what, where?! Oooh run.
Yeah YOUR short attention span, that's what I said.
5 comments:
1/2 Arm Zombie with a Shiv! F yeah!
I love that guy. I mean, I really love your deep, soul-searching writing but come on! 1/2 ARM ZOMBIE WITH A SHIV!!
If I had a stick figure replica of myself, there'd be a thought balloon floating around my head saying, "Yer so awesome." Saying it as 'yer' makes me seem clever.
At some point, can you do a unicorn stick figure? That'd be great, thanks.
Whatever you dish up suits me fine. Just keep it coming!
Well I do have a intense fondness for deranged souls but stick figures and shivs make me weak in the knees. Rock on girl.
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