January 19, 2006
The Limbo Zombies of January….
I don’t like this limbo – transitional limbo – maybe all Januarys feel like limbo – Boo January – boooooo....
Feeling a little lost - lacking direction and motivation is giving way to some seriously disturbing dreams – the sort I thought could only be caused by eating cheese before bed or having serious illnesses.
I scribbled down last nights events when I awoke gasping for breath and kicking off the covers – apparently myself and two others were trying to rescue some random girl – she was locked up in the centre of some sort of futuristic maze straight off a Kubrick set (cold, spacious, white, ceramic, spherical but quite pointy in parts) – I could see her over the top of this trap door we were trying to open – the key involved hopscotch over digital tiles – we were supposed to follow the red numbers that flashed up but they kept changing and moving around too fast – in the end we didn’t have time as B.A Barracus had turned into a zombie and was on the warpath – the man was mad as hell and there was no talking to him – as there often isn’t with zombies....
I think BA caught up with me after ripping the other two guys to pieces – I remember I was getting the hop-scotch thing wrong all the time and could hear the big angry zombified gold chain enthusiast roaring round the corner towards me – the girl was pleading with me to get it right – all I wanted to do was open the door and get away – to hell with the rescue – then I heard the roar, I tried to make a break for it, the Mutant Mohawked Mofo was almost on top of me - then I woke up.
Maybe I’d enlisted the help of the A-team to rescue the girl from Ming the Merciless and then things had gone horribly wrong – you really want BA Barracus on your side in these situations – especially when he’s a flesh eating deranged zombie.
I don’t even think Chuck Norris could stop a Zombie BA – in fact when it comes to zombies, who worse to turn into one than Mr.T?
Feeling a little lost - lacking direction and motivation is giving way to some seriously disturbing dreams – the sort I thought could only be caused by eating cheese before bed or having serious illnesses.
I scribbled down last nights events when I awoke gasping for breath and kicking off the covers – apparently myself and two others were trying to rescue some random girl – she was locked up in the centre of some sort of futuristic maze straight off a Kubrick set (cold, spacious, white, ceramic, spherical but quite pointy in parts) – I could see her over the top of this trap door we were trying to open – the key involved hopscotch over digital tiles – we were supposed to follow the red numbers that flashed up but they kept changing and moving around too fast – in the end we didn’t have time as B.A Barracus had turned into a zombie and was on the warpath – the man was mad as hell and there was no talking to him – as there often isn’t with zombies....
I think BA caught up with me after ripping the other two guys to pieces – I remember I was getting the hop-scotch thing wrong all the time and could hear the big angry zombified gold chain enthusiast roaring round the corner towards me – the girl was pleading with me to get it right – all I wanted to do was open the door and get away – to hell with the rescue – then I heard the roar, I tried to make a break for it, the Mutant Mohawked Mofo was almost on top of me - then I woke up.
Maybe I’d enlisted the help of the A-team to rescue the girl from Ming the Merciless and then things had gone horribly wrong – you really want BA Barracus on your side in these situations – especially when he’s a flesh eating deranged zombie.
I don’t even think Chuck Norris could stop a Zombie BA – in fact when it comes to zombies, who worse to turn into one than Mr.T?
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