So, it has finally come to a head. With the inclusion of a book from Permuted Press in the Bartlesville Public Library, the undead take over of Bartlesville is finally making real head way.
You must be thinking "But sir, it's just one book, how can this signify anything big for the future of your favorite type of fiction." (I imagine that everyone calls me sir, because it makes me feel like I am a fifty year old man, which is my ultimate goal.)
I understand that this may not seem like a huge thing to you but for a library who once used to only carry classic literature and harlequin romance novels to now be carrying zombie fiction (not to mention books but known subversives... In a conservative community!) is a huge deal, that means what I've been trying to do has worked. Secondly, it's not fiction, it's speculative fact... stuff to happen in the future.
Now, I have to call the library and request more of such literature... and also get in contact with the Zombie Walk people sometime.
(I know, I'm way to excited about a genre that's been popular for over forty years now, but I'm still a fanboy, otaku piece of shit, so let me have my little joys.)
P.S. The title has nothing to do with anything in this post, it's just the album I happen to be listening to right now.
I Didn't Dream It. The Smell of Oil Pastel is Still Fresh.
About Me
- Necrophiczombie
- I'm Bryce. I am now twenty, and still exactly the same. I am actually a character from a Charles Bukowski novel made flesh by the mysterious power of E.E. Cummings poetry and filterless Lucky Strikes. My body is a filthy place, full of rotting flesh, half digested meats, and the acrid smells of tobacco and tar. My brain is dying from drug addiction. I sometimes lose all my motor skills and bladder functionality. I'm a bitter, misogynistic old man, and I've never felt better in my life.
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