We split two four lokos each, it was fair to say I was in character.
Blood on my hands, slayer cut into my arm [think Gummo], slit trachea. Not kidding. It was make up. I was going nuts.
I fucking love flash mobs, especially zombie flash mobs. Eat the hipsters.
Hundreds of us flooded Bedford Avenue, after trust fund brains of course!
Not like they are using them.
I followed a guy who had his parents in town up his stairs into his building. Full on zombie mode. He picked a fight with me. I screamed brains and through myself backwards down the stairs. I think I make life beautiful.
We mauled ice cream trucks and police cars equally.
Bloody hand print smeared vehicles ride down Kent ave as the sun sets. Catch tags in bright purple and neon green throught the neighborhood as a dead man and woman. I think I make life beautiful.