That's not zombies

[andygates]

The hyper-real dream has everyone I've lived with and every house I've lived in, all mashed together into a really-hard-to-secure ramshackle compound full of people I care about, who need protecting, and there's a banging on the door and godsdammit in come the zombie stormtroopers.  Panicky waking all twisted in bedding and startled cat.  I thought the bar was on.  Hey, the bar is on.  No signs of zombie ingress.  Banging still going on. 

Hang on, it's upstairs.  And rhythmic. 

It's churlish to bemoan my upstairs-neighbour's good fortune as whoever it was he was shagging, they really were a goer.  And only a real cad would disturb anyone on their first night.  But man, I need some arrhythmic and difficult noise to beam upstairs if that carries on.  And maybe a style card.  8.0 for noise, 7.4 for stamina, but dude, only one rhythm - 3.7 for style.  You'll never make Beijing.

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[flitljm.livejournal.com]

[now giggling into my peanut butter sandwich]

[andygates.livejournal.com]

You can talk!

[flitljm.livejournal.com]

I choose to take that as a reference to my occasional psychotic battle dreams.

[andygates.livejournal.com]

Very wise.