The Bus Driver
The kid across from me was picking his nose and eating the green clump known as boogers. This one couple were masking their caresses behind the man’s royal blue over coat. One kid was trying to be slick and sneak a chip in his mouth when the sign clearly said ‘No Eating on The Bus. Violators subject to fine’. While you are riding this bus, you’re under my eyes. I’m like God. No, an angel of death. I could easily take your life when I’m behind this wheel. How exciting is that.
 
Zombie Greatness
I was walking down High Street at the highest hour of the night. I just got done finishing up for tomorrow’s day. We were going to protest the government facilities testing on humans and animals. Strange sicknesses had just come into the city. Where reeking, putrid corpses with their eyes hanging out of their sockets and limbs torn from limbs; walked around as if it was an everyday thing. Oakland used to be a very beautiful place. Even the gang violence was tolerable. But, when you see loved ones who have passed on to the next life walking about--you just have to protest. This powerful government corporation opened job markets to fix the bay areas (dead) homeless problem. It didn’t fix much. The (dead) homeless received health benefits (which they didn’t really need), a decent wage and everything else us normal people would have.
Grandma came home after a ten year hiatus in her grave just around the Seminary Avenue. cemeteries. Mom had a heart attack once she caught sight of the mummified version of Grandma.
Dad had the bright idea to put her right back where she belongs. He never liked Grandma anyway. He took his shovel and aimed for her neck. The skin was delicate but still rough. He had to put some elbow grease into it; to finally get granny’s head off. That’s the only way to get rid of them. But some people are just too sentimental; they can’t stand to rebury their love ones. They rather spend every lying minute with them. Catch up on things that they missed. Or make up for pasted crimes.
Just a week ago, Julio Valasquez was put to death for shooting seven people. Later, on the Monday of the next week he came back to life. He thought it was a miracle and decided to devout his life to being a Jehovah’s Witness. To spread the word of God and show that miracles can happen through government dumping and testing. To mask out the scent of the death; a new perfume was invented titled Eau de Mort. Prices for plastic surgery rose since the demand for collegian and tissue rose -- courtesy of Marilyn Monroe. On the bright side this is where all the fat people come in. Most Oaklanders have donated 67% of their body fat in order to support the decaying. Also, declining the number of overweight people in the Bay area.
There has been a Dead day. Where (dead) people will have a big festive parade in San Francisco to celebrate who they were or are.
To them the Z word is as the N word is to Black people; it has become highly offensive. It is used to describe a speechless, retarded puppet; which they are not. Once powerful leaders such has Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr, and John F Kennedy. Have spoken for the rights and protested highly by marching. Leaving trails of anatomy to show the world they have been there.
Just another day on planet earth though.