Beeker Vision

I feel like my eyeballs are double-knotted shoelaces. It's amazing how writing can turn your eyesight into a thousand yard stare. You know, those zombire movies where the undead are dragging their half- attached arms on the ground while mumbling- with a laptop. I'm kind of like that now.

"Need more brains!" I say this in my zombie voice.

Or maybe I'm more like Beeker here.

I love Beeker. Wide eyed and squeeky.Well, whatever state I resemble now, that's enough writing for today. Need something mindless, some mental candy. Need to undo the knots in my eyes.

Beeker Zombie, over and out.