We are The Walking Dead. But only for 11 seasons, and the books I’ve not read. And all the spinoffs. Hell, I’m willing to think about anything other than my father or my failures as a Daddy. To look after House, Home, and Health. There B Zombie Here.
Sunday, April 10, 2022
Chronicle 283 ~There B Zombies Here~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. Which means I can afford to think about fountains and banging a brunette waitress. Seriously stay awake.
Better yet, you could try getting out of bed this morning. If I’m going to go through the trouble of buying Cranberry Juice for your “pain.” The least you can do is get up, hmm? And no, I don’t mean like that. I wonder if you’ll still be thinking about a particular waitress afterward. Don’t get me wrong, it’s understandable you thinking about angels. Only, so one said, that when you’re in Hell, only the Devil can help you out. (Hears all the succubi shout out at once) “Lucifer.” Yeah, you’re starting Succubus Lord 13 today or rather yesterday. Only you know your Devil’s name (sigh), and where is guardian angel, oh Braxton, my Braxton? Is he making room for you doing Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE Finishing The Amazing Afterlife of Animals by Karen A. Anderson
Completed - I WILL BE Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
Failed - I WILL BE Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
Failed - I WILL BE Keeping It In My Pants (Day 034 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed (Day 041 No Fap) - I WILL BE Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
Failed - I WILL BE The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Failed
And here you are, thinking you could survive a zombie apocalypse. You can’t get out of bed and walk downstairs to have this conversation today. We’ll see in forty minutes? What about the obstacle coming your way today? If your father comes by, you’re fucked. If he doesn’t, you still have no idea what’s going on. All that water pouring into the dirt right now. That isn’t the only thing you wish was hitting the ground, but I know you won’t do anything… dangerous words to utter. Your body is falling apart as is. Do you think B III said, “give it a year?” As much as you want to say you didn’t kill him, you did. And being without him or Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE Finishing Animal Afterlife: In Their Own Words by Leta Worthington
- I WILL BE Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
- I WILL BE Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
- I WILL BE Keeping It In My Pants (Day 041 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
- I WILL BE Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
- I WILL BE The Man My Son Thinks I Am
This isn’t what they call living or even existing, “right?” With all the people, the GOP gets killed… to sacrifice your life for one more deserving. The only one you would die for? Braxton beat you to it. And because of me, as the song goes, you’ll sing out “I’m Still Here,” but for what reason? If you listed everything that was wrong with you. Fuck, you could ignore it, right? But that’s not good advice: forget what you know to be the truth. Like sometimes, cursing is beneath you. It’s better to get it out of the way before your father comes if he does. With your fear of him, you’re The Walking Dead. Better than a gross, grieving grunter. There B Zombies Here
434 Days Without B III
BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will