The title says it all, doesn't it? Maybe not.Please don't confuse that word (?) for a sign of frustration or anger. Nor understand it to be someone in mid-coitus. No, no, it's better than that. Much, much better.
I think it's safe to say that I've been experimenting with my existence a little more as of late; yet another journey of self-discovery and exploration. It appears that I may be somewhat fickle.
A couple of days ago I was handed a "zombie" skin from Fuene and Rio, and at that point something happened. There was a little murmur inside of me that grew excited at this new look. It was to be the beginning of something larger. Later that day I began my search for other pieces that would match this new ensemble. It's like there had been a gaping hole somewhere, nay a hunger that this new look somehow appeased. This new holy grail search consumed my being with such ferocity , a pack of angry lions coupled with the threat of nuclear destruction could have ever stopped me. Certainly enough, I found what I craved--and then some. Now I can become a certified flesh eater.
I had a brief conversation about this with Monica and I reminded myself about my love/hate relationship I've had with the zombie genre all of my real life. A relationship I thank/blame none other than Michael Jackson for. Yes, the music video for "Thriller" is what began this dim and dreary path. It's done nothing by grow and manifest ever since.
I have to say that I enjoy converting myself into a zombie. There's something exciting about walking around with arms outstretched and zombie-grunts emanating from my person. Random walking paths lead me to trails of curiosity from others who happen to be in my proximity. They're not afraid-- as there's really nothing scary about the grid. They are simply agog with what's before them.I retract the statement about nothing being scary on the Grid. There most certainly is. As a matter of fact, I saw things quite disturbing on my search for mushy gray-matter. Then again, what's scary to me might be tantalizing to someone else.
I'll just eat a forearm and leave it at that.
