The long dark tea time of the ghoul

It has been night for a long time now. I've no idea when tonight started but its not over yet. The fan creaks and eeks, rearranging molecules in space. It is manipulating air, creating a vortex directly beneath it, sucking me upward.

Are we there yet ?

Zombies under the Sun

To You,

These are people stuck at a point, unable to go further. They need to see that; the piercing agony of being reduced to redundant puppets, played by some unimaginable ringmaster far away. But these little playthings are so full of themselves and their aspirations that it is woefully tragic to see them manipulate big chunks of the jigsaw puzzle. 

Zombies under the Sun.

The bug bites everybody. But I want you to come out of it a fitter person and champion this generation of assholes.  

Love,
Me