Date: 2009-02-14 02:56 pm (UTC)
For the wrenching emotional tumult I am now experiencing, I shall turn to poetry for consolation.

Fresh food smells so good,
like pasta Mom used to make.
Mom's brains smell good.

I loved my momma.
I eat her with my mouth closed,
how she would want it.


THANK YOU, RYAN MECUM, FOR WRITING THE ZOMBIE HAIKU BOOK TO UPLIFT ME FROM THESE TRYING TIMES.

(omg did you know about this book? IT IS AMAZING IF YOU DON'T, although maybe you already do because hey, you're a freaky kid who adulates zombies! YAY ZOMBIES.)

(Apropos of nothing, THE AUTHOR DUDE TOTALLY FRIENDED ME ON GOODREADS. Huh, I should go tell him I think he's the shit. It is moments like these when I need no poetry to soothe my soul and can just declare OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THE INTERNET ♥.)

*KIDNAPS AND LOCKS YOU IN MY BASEMENT*

BUT DOES YOUR GIRLFRIEND KNOW SHE'S ACTUALLY DATING GABE SAPORTA?? so, has this joke reached Obligatory Status, or is it just old meme?
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