Am I Dead Or Just Dying?

i don't know why, but i like that phrase. but i'm neither sorry to disappoint the few who'd like me to die. i'm just sick and recovering. not really doing much, skipped a few classes b/c of the common illness. but nothing much happening in richmond for tristan. i just do what i can and play halo with the hippies in the hall, and listen to my neighbor's loud rap music. but now i must go, i don't know why i really posted maybe cuz i think someone does read this besides nick & glen (who like to laugh) but that's them and they're assholes, but they're my friends so whatever. alright later.

another zombie song

Monroeville Mall

This mall, dismal, these faces are so vacant, could we stay for a while
So safe, such a fort, all we have to do I block the doors
This place, our plague, we have everything we could ever need
So just tonight, let’s stay, we will watch the sunset and rise on Monroeville

Is it on hundred or two hundred dead faces, aimlessly killing time
Wandering here because they have no where else to go, don’t know where else to go
It’s these primal thoughts that bring them back here again
A couple bricks through the window, a single slut in the head

Slowly falling apart, one going down by one, we start with the trucks
Trampoline projections, the second run was the worst
First went the arm, and then the leg, it was suicide
And we slowly tore ourselves apart, same sane company day in, day out

Eagerly waiting for survivors, still waiting for scavengers
As they come and tear our fortress apart, piece by little piece
Letting in these blue skinned freaks, that love to eat
It’s a party, with motorcycles, guts, and brains

The scavengers may be gone, but the threat still lives
What can we do, over run by the dead
Where will we go, what stories could unfold
We’ll just have to put all our faith in Romero