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applespice) wrote2011-10-19 09:14 pm
applespice) wrote2011-10-19 09:14 pm
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LJ Idol - Week 1 - When You Pray, Move Your Feet
The end of the world - that's my shit. My fictional shit, anyway - my purely theoretical, gotta buy that new dystopian novel, sitting on the couch watching Children of Men on Netflix kind of shit. I'm not looking for meteors to come blazing out of the sky next Tuesday, marking the date of the zombie apocalypse in my day planner, or quietly crying in the bathtub about 2012 messing up the detailed plans I've made for my mid-twenties. It's just pretend, you know? I figure Gaea's got a few good spins left in her yet, so the end of the world isn't really on my radar.
Even so, I can't help thinking about it. Hypothetically. Usually on the treadmill, when I'm cranking up the pulse-pounding music that gets my Asics rockin'. Why think about the shopping list when I could be dodging imaginary monsters - terrifying human-nightmare hybrids created from the radiation of a nuclear blast? Or zombies (my personal favorite), creeping out of the urban sprawl and fought off with only a rusty machete and sheer, Xena-style badassery? Or wait, maybe the earth is already toast! Shit! Humanity has fled to outer space, where unknown creatures trawl the starry depths. Awesome, right? I could do this all day.
But you'd never know it, would you? Not if you saw me face-to-face. That intense look you see me sporting in the grocery store? You'd attribute that to weighing the pros and cons of chocolate versus vanilla cupcakes. Or maybe you'd think my mind was somewhere else entirely, perhaps on a newborn kitten or puppy in peril. I've just got that face - the face of innocence, vulnerability, and passion for all things cuddly. Who would suspect me of mentally massacring hordes of the undead in my free time?
Maybe you've even featured in my fantasies, oh fellow denizen of the cold cereal aisle! I may have fled your grasping fingers as you moaned after my brains on a moonlit city street. Perhaps I've swung an axe at you as you growled viciously at me from a darkened basement (you're not yourself, you see. It's the doomsday disease - it's made you a monster who hungers for human flesh). Maybe you're on my crew, an endearingly mismatched group of ragamuffins steadily clearing the moon of a hyperviolent alien race that has its sights set on invading Earth.
Either way, you should be ready. The end of the world is coming for you... this season in LJ Idol. Maybe not every week, but it's always lurking in the back of my mind - so be ready. If you're the religious type, feel free to call upon whatever deity you think is listening, but for goodness' sake don't fall behind.
You may not like what you become if you do.
Even so, I can't help thinking about it. Hypothetically. Usually on the treadmill, when I'm cranking up the pulse-pounding music that gets my Asics rockin'. Why think about the shopping list when I could be dodging imaginary monsters - terrifying human-nightmare hybrids created from the radiation of a nuclear blast? Or zombies (my personal favorite), creeping out of the urban sprawl and fought off with only a rusty machete and sheer, Xena-style badassery? Or wait, maybe the earth is already toast! Shit! Humanity has fled to outer space, where unknown creatures trawl the starry depths. Awesome, right? I could do this all day.
But you'd never know it, would you? Not if you saw me face-to-face. That intense look you see me sporting in the grocery store? You'd attribute that to weighing the pros and cons of chocolate versus vanilla cupcakes. Or maybe you'd think my mind was somewhere else entirely, perhaps on a newborn kitten or puppy in peril. I've just got that face - the face of innocence, vulnerability, and passion for all things cuddly. Who would suspect me of mentally massacring hordes of the undead in my free time?
Maybe you've even featured in my fantasies, oh fellow denizen of the cold cereal aisle! I may have fled your grasping fingers as you moaned after my brains on a moonlit city street. Perhaps I've swung an axe at you as you growled viciously at me from a darkened basement (you're not yourself, you see. It's the doomsday disease - it's made you a monster who hungers for human flesh). Maybe you're on my crew, an endearingly mismatched group of ragamuffins steadily clearing the moon of a hyperviolent alien race that has its sights set on invading Earth.
Either way, you should be ready. The end of the world is coming for you... this season in LJ Idol. Maybe not every week, but it's always lurking in the back of my mind - so be ready. If you're the religious type, feel free to call upon whatever deity you think is listening, but for goodness' sake don't fall behind.
You may not like what you become if you do.
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Do you find yourself gnawing on the extremities of your friends, loved ones, and strangers? Have an unnatural thirst for brains? Are you in a large group of people just like yourself roaming through the streets of a small town or city causing death and destruction in your wake? If you said yes to any or all of these questions then we may have the coffee just for you! We start out with our Eyes Wide Open blend (which you may or may not know is a blend created specifically to contain more caffeine than any other blend available) we then add a brand new flavor never before offered. I don’t want to give away too much about what this cure for “zombie-ism” is, but I will say this sweet and salty flavor mimics “brains” so well that 13 out of 17 zombies can’t tell the difference. Sorry for the small survey sample, but we could only find 17 zombies who didn’t try to eat us when we asked them to take our poll. The other 4 may not have been able to tell the difference either, but all they said was “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg." Wake up and enjoy this Halloween themed treat now... before it’s too late!
(I found this here (http://www.coffeebeandirect.com/product_info.php?products_id=588), so you can order some if you want!)