September 20, 2010
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Zombies LIVE
[Ann Coulter pictured here on the far right?]
Haitians have long know the existence of zombies, as does George Romero–but mainstream media has kept that fact secret, until now
Daily News reporter Wayne Coffey unwittingly let the cat out the bag in his piece about Plaxico Burress yesterday:
His mother, in San Diego, sends Burress homemade salsa [whist he's in prison]
then…
When Plaxico Burress gave the eulogy at his mother’s funeral eight years ago, he said that one of the things she taught him was that God will never put anything in front of you that you can’t handle.
Ergo if his mother, who died eight years ago, is still sending him homemade salsa, she must be a zombie…
And speaking of zombies:
Somethang about those starlets that kills a fucking QB career…and Derek Jeter’s batting average
When i picked the Eagles and Jets to go to the Super Bowl last week, everybody at work thought i was crazy…Broadway Joe has got Sanchez to step his game up, and Michael Vick always had game…if only the Pats had Herschel Walker’d Tom Brady and kept Matt Cassel….
Comments (4)
Dear Marshall,
Haven’t connected with you for a while here on Xanga. Isn’t the concept of zombies “living” a bit of a misnomer, since after all, one of the prerequisites is to be dead. Well, I guess, “living” dead, so okay, I won’t quibble with your syntax. (You are a published writer after all.)
I long for a world when zombies and vampires were in black and white myself, preferably showcased after the spinning globe of the Universal logo. But I do love George. (Night was in b&w, but only cause he couldn’t afford color stock, and made up for that by casting an actor of color in the lead. Nyuk Nyuk.)
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
I’m paying attention to a different geography when it comes to football lately. Sort of glad to see Romo and the Cowgirls choking and watching the Texans eke out win after win.
fun play at words…Mike Sullivan’s mom though, must be one hell of a salsa maker…however, the deeply lysergic fill of getting fresh homemade salsa from a zombie is rather appealing to me, much like vampires retaining their souls and having eternal remorse, why does a zombie have to lose that emotional and humanistic connection with the otherwise living? I smell something akin to the serpent and the rainbow possible here!
LUV it!