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Mister DeadWhat's the matter love?
Why so scared and trembling?
Didn't think we'd ever meet?
You didn't think you were special now did you?
Don't you know everything comes to an end?
What? Did I come at the wrong time?
Were you busy?
I'm terribly sorry but whatever had you occupied just a moment ago is
not really relevant at this point, catch my drift?
Oh I don't want to hear that nonsense, you've had plenty of time.
C'mon, we've got to get along now, I have other appointments you know.
28 Days LaterPain like a liquid migraine rushing through my body
If this isn't what an aneurysm feels like it can't be far off
Boiling hate flowing thru my limbs
Pulling control away in violent bursts
Memories are visions blurring and fading as the rage expodes like a supernova of anger
Replacing my thoughts with rapid impulses of destruction
I got the infection
28 Weeks LaterFootsteps are falling.
The Rage is calling.
Better get locked up tight.
You ain't gunna win this fight.
Here comes the screaming!
Bloodlust is teeming
inside their fucked up heads.
Soon you'll be dead.
The EndIt's a usual day in the hood, the old hood. Where I grew up and lived.
Busy, like always. People everywhere. Cars, buses, and trucks jockeying for position
on crowded streets.
It seems likea spring day. Warm, light breeze, basically cloudless. Nothing out of the ordinary,
but something is different. It's surreal, uncommonly peaceful.
The traffic merges seemlessly. No blowing horns, no brakes slammed, no
shouting matches at the entrance to the gas station.
Pedestrians aren't running for their lives to get across Aramingo Ave.
The procession of people make their way in harmony with traffic.
Even the birds chirp and sing in concert.
It's a finely orchastrated dance performed with tremendous precision.
So here I am just looking around, it's like I have full panoramic vision, 360
degrees. Lost in a sense of tranquility. I'm trying to figure it all out.
Even though I know the situation is too calm and perfect I can't actually process it,
let alone accept what is happening as norma
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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