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.