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Created on: August 11, 2010
VAMPIRES ARE THE NEW ZOMBIES
The gravel glows with the nuclear shade of hazy, dusty sun. The boots that settle into the stones are worn through on the toes, not all the way, but like blisters exposing the softer leather beneath. The boots, like the rest of her and her stereotypically rebellious conveyance are the color of dust. The memories of a boring, unsatisfying desk job press between her shoulder blades like a loaded gun, plunging her further forward into the land of the dead. The zombies are everywhere, hungering for their mindless pleasures. These zombies don’t crave brains. They are not smart enough. They feed off of gossip magazines, social media stalking, and brand recognition. It drips from their lips and fingertips like . . . well, you know.
She had a boyfriend once. His humanity was snuffed out by P90X vanity. She had a girlfriend too. Her light was extinguished by L Wordesque lesbian drama. It seems as though everyone and everything sucks the life out of her, so she keeps on the move. The star in a never-ending disaster movie, she knows there is no lasting happiness to be found, only more time to look for it. More is the problem. There is more willing, wanting, and hating pushing her back into the dead past or dreadful future.
She knows that less is the new more. She knows that vampires are the new zombies. Old or new, with her resentment securely holstered, she knows that it all just sucks.
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