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Chair Man
Chair Man He made a decision to clean the factory chimney out. Did he know it would be messy? I look out of my window and see so much smoke emanating from the chimney. It blanketed the fields in particulate sulphate alkali acid. I was so happy! I could be a zombie now. I ran down to the fields and danced naked in the grass. I was in a real pea souper of man made chemical arsenic fog. Right away it happened: zombification! My skin bubbled like acid and fell off in tatters. My lungs filled with liquid and I drowned in my own blood. Every orifice streamed liquid, a real cock burn. Won't be using it no more. The only gals for me will be ones I eat. The smoke thins and I see a watery sky. The pause between before and after. My life and my very body have changed for the better. I feel my teeth turning into steel shards that yearn for female zombie flesh. I go in search of my first victim. As I stroll thru the summer grass I see her. Mrs Peters from the farm. She looks disorientated. I close in.
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