The Shambling Darkness Project

11/8-#2 When they get me and my mind goes green and I wake back up, I won’t join the horde, oh no. I’ll go to the sea and walk into it. I’ll let the sea fill my lungs, cause I won’t need them. My hair will rise and wave as I walk, hello. Can you see me down there? I’ll be the zombie walking to England, walking to France. I’ll have to sit down often on a giant clam perhaps, or maybe I’ll float along the gulf stream, the flying dutchman. The giant squid embracing the sperm whale overhead.