“Unbelievable!”
“I just can’t imagine…”
“Too much for me…”
Those aren’t my voices. Those are your voices I hear. My voices are reasonable and respond to fact as fact. Reality is my bane and I escape it with imagination. Imagination is your reality and you don’t even know it and your world is silent. A dead ring….that lingers…
It’s like a zombie apocalypse looms over you as zombies already lord over me. Muted.
And what of your plans to deal with your version of zombies taking over the world. Oh right…you will band together.
“They turn in their neighbour for dog poo…”
“That’s right!”
“So when the actual shit hits the fan, they are gonna be friends and fight off hordes with crowbars and bats?”
“Hahahahahahahahahaha!”
“The government should pass the Big One that takes away their rights officially”.
“Yes! Yes!”
“And they should do it during the premier of next season’s Walking dead!”
“Yessss!”
“Poor bastards will be deaf to the world, muted, gagged, dumb, blind.”
“What better way way than to deal with the zombies than one big fell swoop like that!”
Yes, correct, all of you. They can’t even band together to protect what they have left from their government. They won’t even discuss plans because the reality of their shuffling existence is a fantasy and implausible. The zombies apocalypse is much more real. They just don’t realize that they are already the walking dead.
Turn off the news, because it isn’t real folks. It’s unbelievable. Consume more flesh and save the puppies by lynching your neighbours. Eat more hot dogs. Hole up in Costco when the Big One hits. Wait…you are already sleeping, sitting, wearing, eating, and watching something from Costco.
Kill all the zombies. And win.
My voices are loud and clear. Calmer and collected again. Reasonable. Enlightening.
Lovely voices of reason, compassion, and ethics.
“Save them.”
But I still can’t hear them…what are they saying? That reality is too much to bare. Are they saying they crave mass death and wish deeply with their hearts for it? It’s confusing.
“listen more closely”
I will.
The Four Witches and Me 