WHERE ARE THEY NOW? Graphite, yo. © Dec 23rd 2011. By Leighton kelly i found another zombie tonight. this one was hiding behind the fridge. i told him to get out cuz he was stinking up the place. then there was that whole, “no way man, not me! dont you have like bree cheese in the fridge? i’m pretty sure you do.  or like an old leg of lamb so something. no way that could be me” but i was so tired and irritable from all the zombies keeping me up that i just kicked him out like BAM! i was pretty pissed so i decided to post three pieces this morning instead of going back to sleep. i kind of heard something outside and was all, “seriously?! still shuffling around outside you bastard? i’ll show you!” but when i went outside with a bat i saw him kinda sitting on the curb looking all sad and alone and it just broke my heart. so i gave him that leg of lamb from the fridge and sat with him for a bit and just listened to his story.  its all pretty fucked up. lived a life, died, came back to life as a rotting corpse instead of reincarnating as a tibetan girl like he was supposed to.  times are tough these days even for your irrational fears and worries. and even tho i wanted to invite him back in i knew it was better to let him back into the wild and dwell with his own kind in the cold darkness. i still think about him from time to time but i know that it was best for all of us that he’s gone. i’m sure he’ll find someone else to haunt someday and maybe i’ll see him around at the mall or something following some distressed traveler and we will lock eyes and i’ll smile secretly and he’ll start slouching and drooling more impressively and i’ll feel proud he has a new job and a home behind some strangers bureau or oven range. but i will never miss that leg of lamb. it went off like a week ago. 

WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

Graphite, yo. © Dec 23rd 2011. By Leighton kelly

  • i found another zombie tonight. this one was hiding behind the fridge. i told him to get out cuz he was stinking up the place. then there was that whole, “no way man, not me! dont you have like bree cheese in the fridge? i’m pretty sure you do.  or like an old leg of lamb so something. no way that could be me” but i was so tired and irritable from all the zombies keeping me up that i just kicked him out like BAM! i was pretty pissed so i decided to post three pieces this morning instead of going back to sleep. i kind of heard something outside and was all, “seriously?! still shuffling around outside you bastard? i’ll show you!” but when i went outside with a bat i saw him kinda sitting on the curb looking all sad and alone and it just broke my heart. so i gave him that leg of lamb from the fridge and sat with him for a bit and just listened to his story.  its all pretty fucked up. lived a life, died, came back to life as a rotting corpse instead of reincarnating as a tibetan girl like he was supposed to.  times are tough these days even for your irrational fears and worries. and even tho i wanted to invite him back in i knew it was better to let him back into the wild and dwell with his own kind in the cold darkness. i still think about him from time to time but i know that it was best for all of us that he’s gone. i’m sure he’ll find someone else to haunt someday and maybe i’ll see him around at the mall or something following some distressed traveler and we will lock eyes and i’ll smile secretly and he’ll start slouching and drooling more impressively and i’ll feel proud he has a new job and a home behind some strangers bureau or oven range. but i will never miss that leg of lamb. it went off like a week ago.