I figured as much, but I'm gonna go somewhere with this. Plus it doesn't seem like many people are one. Anyway...
****Dreaming****
*Me* Why am I here?
*Ghosts* You need to get the secret.
*Me* What secret?
*Ghosts* The secret of the zombies.
*Me* Tell me!
*Ghosts* No, you must find it on your own.....
/This is what is heard at the radio frequencies [FM] 211MHz and [AM] 1460-1690MHz
This is One Plus Two Dawg back on and ready to eat. It seems we've found the jolly roger with the love for 'joy' and shown him back to his pier for a quick swim.
So on to the fun lovin' for the hip catz, with the OPTDBN world report!
First we go to our international reporter in the field, Four minus One Dawg with the international border report.
(2+1 Dawg talking in a poor British accent)
Well 'one plus two', none of the continents have changed in shape but some of the less defined ones have begun to bleed together. We have received reports, however, that Australia has been over run with an interesting strain of ogre-troll-Zed and endless critique over the control(s) of the situation. Well Bob, you know what they say about reports and rumors though don't ya? They're allot like empty shells, you may be able to use them eventually but they aint gonna kill sh*t right now. Back to you Bob.
(back to his 'American' accent)
Aint that the truth 'four minus one'... aint that the truth.
Thanks for that Jim. Now onto the Regional and National border reports.
Startin' in an' workin' out: The band of Wolverines out in the Rockies seem to have bitten off more than they could chew. Word has it they had to beat a hasty retreat back into the hills after one of their larger zombie pens was breached (I've heard it said, maliciously) and their town over run. Big sad frown... Not! Don't keep 'em livin' and mayhap you won't have a problem!
Out in the East STL, word is the meeting under the golden Arch drew a bit larger crowed than expected. Words where said and blood was shed, so keep in mind out there every one... Just becauze you're all stayin' alive, don't mean you'll agree on the best way a' doin' it.
Now, as said earlier this week: I does seem the Worriers have taken up residence in LA after that beautiful price was dropped on their heads for the killin' of Cyrus, the leader of the Gramercy Riffs back in the Big ol' Apple. No word yet as to whether or not they're still holdin' claim to the 'Isle of Coney'... Now remember out there you hip dogz and cool catz, they may me wanted for a price... but how much is a trip cross country worth to ya?
That's about all the word that's worthy to be said, sendin' thanks out to a little birdy lookin' down from underground out in the LA, the ZS north of south in the STL, Mrs. Lynne Thigpen droppin' beats in the NYC, and that crazzy cat out in the hills of ol' CO that saw zombies leavin' the pen and thought you'd like to know.
Until then guys and gals, keep your heads up while keepin' them down.
This is Two plus One Dawg signin' off and I'll leave you with this, for our friends out trenchin' it in the un-UK...
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living
Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But would anything matter if you're already dead?
And well should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
And would anything matter if you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
And our memories defeat us,
And I'll end this direst.
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?
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