May 25, 2006

• uurrrrnnng grrrrnhgrnk mmrrrwghrng rrrmpfggrwq grrrnz rngghk brains qwrngk
• Oh, Dennis Hopper Do we Zombies creep you out Now you have joined us?
• zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzom bee!
• Bat to the head! How's that for a slice of fried gold? To the Winchester!
• When you're short on brains, remember that Jell-O molds make great zombie bait.
• Shotgun ammo low Undead swarm the open streets Do I dare make noise?
• Brains brains brains brains brains Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains Brains brains BANG unnnnnnnnnggggggggggh splat
• ten thousand dead men clamor for my flesh outside. just one bullet left. *** goodbye, my angel. those fuckers really bite hard. sun is coming up. *** all our life's work, all our plans and toil, down to this: "shoot it in the head." *** Do I have this straight? We sail into the sunset on this asshole's boat?
• *applauds Fes-tering one*
• The morons crowd me The stench, alas. I need air, I flee from Wal Mart
• I'm quick; they are slow Yet I succumb. Damn, brains are some motivator. (Fes rocks, btw)
• Barbara's brother teased: they're coming to get you! But this time, they were. *** "It's ours, we took it." Flyboy! Now you've got a war. thank god Fran can fly. *** Robert Frost believed the world would end in fire: but no. Apocalypse comes to us astride chariots of teeth, from a hell that is too full.
• *grunts, applauds until putrid arms fall off*
• we must escape. There are women, children here, trapped. my time is at hand. slowly, I take the keys to the mall van; pistol with a single shot (they need the bullets) tied round my throat, barrel high. But I have a secret: fifteen demijohns of LP gas, bound with flares. ye Dead! know my wrath. ok, I'm spent *bows low*
• CHY (aside): He's been practising.
• Stumbling through the hall Searching for the tasty brains I've found them Unnnggghhhhh Braaaains
• zombies...... ????? did someone say zombies...? and... Fes might have already won!
• Asteroid from space Makes grandma's corpse masticate It hurts to be dead
• *in lieu of banana, bestows rotting tooth upon rolypolyman*
• MCT wins.
• icy thumb grips pen lost last finger to write with stumps have no control
• Zombie must eat brain. Life grows short, knock on door. Death. Snakes on a plane, yo. It sounded better in my head
• The warm ones shoot us Do they think they are better? Zombies make no war.
• Hitler's divers thaw Clutching naked girl ankles Call it: "Zombie Lake"
• The Wisconsin Dells And Tommy Bartlett Present Zombie Lake Thrills! Audiences Wowed By Zombie Ski-Taculars Watch Bloated Corpses Form Pyramids, Stunts Speedboat Extravaganzas (kids under five free)
• What's more evil than a zombie? ZOMBIE ANONYMOUS!
• damn, mct wrote my haiku already.
• I'm afraid Fes won this round by a country mile.
• Who's up for zombie villanelles?
• aw come on! I want a zombie sistina!
• they're coming and they want to eat your brain. run! hide if you can! try to get away! they're undead zombies and they feel no pain you meet them first upon a quiet lane, where lurching they consider you as prey. they're coming and they want to eat your brain. trapped in a shopping mall on fourth and main, you shoot some but despite how many you slay, they're undead zombies and they feel no pain. outside the city, some safety you regain. you rest, regroup, find peace for a short day. they're coming and they want to eat your brain. and all too soon, they find you once again. so you arm once more and leap into the fray. they're undead zombies and they feel no pain. the mound piles high, a hill of zombies slain. as you fight on, for strength and dawn you pray they're coming and they want to eat your brain. they're undead zombies and they feel no pain.
• /hurls bananas at roryk, Fes, and all the zombie poets
• Great Zombie Shakespeare! Bananananananas to roryk!
• BEST THREAD OF 2006!!!
• ))) for roryk!!!
• we need a crown of banana leaves for our great monkey poets: beeswacky, always and forever (heehee!) the underpants monster, may wee RORYK a crown of banana leaves with bananas! amazing!!
• We have many monkeys who've written fine poetry -- so be sure to get plenty of banana leaves!
• A canopy reeks rotting between the tree-tops undead monkeys feast
• zombee feed as zombee do take brains with a pinch of salt some cayenne pepper too
• This thread is making me kind of hungry for brains. Is that so wrong?
• King Hamlet is dead. To zom-be or not to zom-be? That is the question.
• King Hamlet is dead. To zom-be or not zom-be? That is the question.
• ))), TUM!
• An Exceedingly Potted History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark While his mama lived, Hamlet could never become king. And according to some this Hamlet guy was a bumask Rosencrantz and Guildenstern* The late king was done for by his brother who married Hamlet's mother, and she was lawfully the queen -- the late king's ghost haunted Hamlet more than anything If your mother were the queen would you could you just depose her? Prince Hamlet's answer (to himself) was, Nossir As you can imagine, the court was neck-deep in layered silence and deceit for no one wished to rock the ship of state or speak In sum, Prince Hamlet wasn't sure what was or what ought to be the ultimate cure for such wrong sovereignty He glooms around for four and almost all of five long acts before it all unravels and people get the figurative ax. Corpses are strewn from stage left to right before the weary audience files out into the night
• Is this the end of zombie Shakespeare?