Fee Fi Fo Fum

OK? Seriously? 

A fairy tale beginning for my blog? 

Anyhoo...

I am concerned for a few people who may have a problem with my certain condition.

I do not want to hurt anyone who does not deserve it.

But.....

I can't have 'curious cathies' who are a little too intent on saving me or saving others from getting in my fanny pack.

Again?

Seriously?

Would I ever carry a fanny pack?

Although, I doubt it would be stolen as quickly as customs stole my decked out coffin!!!

Yes!!

You are damn right I am still pissed about it!

I am going to the beach and hitting some surf and board and will not kill anyone for now.

BUT

Check back...

I might want to hit the murderabilia guy...

Help this clueless victim's crime advocate out before I do.

Who can't figure out how to stop murderabilia from being sold and collected?

Here is a clue...

.GALLON OF GAS AND A MATCHSTICK!!

The undead is off to the coast before the storm hits the fan....

He comes in Thursday.

Murderablia

Have you ever heard of such a term?

Quite gross if you think about someone collecting finger and toenails as a souvenir from a serial killer.

But who I am to question what is art to some and a meaningful reminder to others?

I should have kept something from the Doctor but I prefer pop art.

Anyhoo,

Thursday, a dark cloud is rolling into my city.

The last time he shared space near me; many things died and a flood occurred in a hundred year flood zone.

Literally, not figuratively, little animals fell out of trees and died and I was useless to save them.

But that was in another life.

I do not know how I feel about it now since I am undead and the world is a cruel beast I am no longer apt to save.

I am free from those things now.

Things like empathy, care, and sadness.

What rips through my heart now is an uncontrollable urge to ignore all that once touched me.

This dark cloud is coming my way and I do not want to see the storm.....

Even the undead can not out run the past.....

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Itsy bitsy spider got washed out by the rain

but out came the sun

 and dried up all the drain

 and itsy bitsy spider cralled out in time to kill again

From Cymera

Revenge Can Blind even to the UnDeaD

Revenge has been my etho since I had to leave my home. I know now it blinds me from my course.

I am not an evil person but I will kill without blinking.

I will not apologize for killing.

Everyone I killed has deserved it.

Hamlet said to Ophelia, " God gives you one face, and you make yourself another."

I fight between who I was and who I am.

I was alive when I had my family even though I was dead.

I was alive!
They made me alive!

But now I am robbed of them and someone has to pay for that minus.

My identity is that of the unDead.
That is all I am now.
And I want the man who did this to me.

I found him and I have lured him to my home this weekend.

How will it end?

What will I do?

Does the unDeaD have a soul? I do not think so but memories of my life still cloud my mind and I think perhaps somewhere in the great depth of all this death and silence...I hear music and moments of a past life.



Do I have a soul or do I not have a soul...

That is the question.

SO...


Let BlinDeaD rest her soul or at least give her peace with it!