This blog contains a newly translated copy of, Zombiefied: Dawning of the Zombies! It is a neo-Dadaist work of literature written by Vladimir Ivanovich Popovitch, which was first published in Moscow in 1966. It is clearly the creation of an anxious mind working in a cultural climate of artistic constraint, a fecund product of a mind that is morbidly fixated upon the concept of zombies, one in search of an answer to its own pressing needs.
Friday, 8 March 2013
Dawning of the
This remarkably innovative work of
avant-garde literature inspired by the curious choice of the concept of
zombies, or the walking dead as its subject, as here rendered into a gathering
of quasi-epigrammatic remarks, sayings, and apparently random mix of
fragmentary sentences, is a highly edited, deeply subjective translation of the
little known neo-Dadaist work of Vladimir Ivanovich Popovitch. He was a Russian
journalist and experimental writer from Kiev, a minor player in the Moscow
“Eastern Block” art scene in the 1950s who worked as a staff reporter for
Pravda after the war, mainly covering events in Eastern Block Russian satellite
countries such as Yugoslavia and Rumania.
Popovitch worked on this post-Dada,
semi-Surrealist work (which to date has remained unpublished in an English
translation) from the late 1950s and up to his untimely death in 1965 at the age
of 49. Eventually (in manuscript note-form) it grew to a bulky work of more
than five hundred pages in length, much of which was repetitive, automatic
writing of a randomly surreal nature. After his death, this highly edited
edition, as is reproduced here (without the deliberately disturbing spacing of
the sentences and paragraphs of the original work), was first published as a
neo-Dadaist work in a Russian language edition Soviet Russia in 1966, printed
in a limited edition in Moscow by Progress Publishers.
It has been suggested that this privately
published book partly inspired George Romero in the United States to make his
first “undead people”, or “animated corpses” zombie film, and which
subsequently inspired many other zombie-movie genre filmmakers to emulate him.
Romero has neither denied nor confirmed this conjectural supposition,
preferring to remain silent on the matter. However, both works have come out
of, and have drawn on the age-old zombie genre that is all our natural cultural
heritage; it originates in the dark domain of our own innermost fears.
Perhaps too the author of this neo-dadaist
work has here tried to come to terms with his own dark, haunting thoughts on
the subject; however, whether he succeeded to any great degree will never be
known. Popovitch himself died under mysterious circumstances in a disused
Belgrade brothel before his own avant-garde book on zombie-mania in society
could be published. (Apparently, when his body was finally discovered he was
found half-eaten by rats, so no single cause of death could be established).
This book on zombies, apart from brief, short run books of poetry, is the only
book of note he wrote, but in the 1950s he was apparently well regarded in
Moscow’s literary circles for his neo-Dadaist poetry.
The chosen title as seen here is a rough
rendering of the original title in Russian, as rendered here into English for
an English speaking audience, but literally would read as, “I, too, am a zombie
— today, zombies rise up!” Which, as an exact translation into English, is a
bit difficult to get the head around, to say the least. However, this neater,
simpler rendering (as inspired directly from the title of a previous
translation of the work into Spanish by the Spanish-Basque aphorist, Philip José
de Silva, which was published in Barcelona in 1989), into plain English of
“Zombiefied: Dawning of the Zombies!” I think, is neater, clearer, and a little
more relevant for today’s zombie-focused readership.
This difficulty in getting a true translation
of Russian ideas was always a puzzle to me, even when I took Russian ‘O’ Level
as a foreign language at Grammar School, but as with any good ideas they have
to be adequately adapted to the audience or their essential essence disperses.
In this way I hope I have done a competent job of translation here, and also by
bringing the text slightly more up to date and in sync with the times, but only
time and critical approval will tell me if I have done a good job of it. Here,
I would also like to take the opportunity of thanking de Silva for his
editorial input, especially for his encouragement and support, into my own
translation of this copy of the work into English, and I am much indebted to
his own Spanish translation of the work; it has certainly helped in clarifying
the style and content of this English translation of the Russian original of
Popovitch’s unique neo-Dadaist work.
Apparently, the main ideas for this work
originated in the war, when Popovitch, coming straight from art school, was a
Lieutenant in the Red Army, and a defender of Leningrad during the siege.
Clearly, it draws much of its material and artistic inspiration from his
experiences fighting the Germans in the darkest days of the Second World War on
the Russian Front, and is a stark reminder of where this sort of darkly
introverted ruminations can take a creative thinker. One of the new wave of
avant-garde intellectuals of pre-war Russia, but still one not widely known or
recognized, not even in his own country.
The work itself will remain as an interesting
written artefact in years to come, to which scholars and researchers alike can
conveniently read into it the ever-more obscure cultural origins of the
ever-popular zombie phenomenon. But is it the product of an anxious, artistic mind
working in a suppressive cultural climate full of political constraints, or a
fecund product of a morbid mentality in desperate search of an answer to its
own confounded inner needs? We may never really know, because that answer would
only be found in the mind of the author of the original work; and, clearly, it
appears that he is long dead, and so the best answer to the question of why he
has produced such a work of morbid delights could only really be found between
the pages of this work.
The actual Moscow edition of the work (in
Russian) is a typically Russian avant-garde neo-Dadaist work of the post-war
period with directly attributable pseudo-Surrealist leanings. It was produced
on hand-made rag paper and bound in un-tanned, raw cowhide, with deliberate
stylistic spacing incongruities to the typesetting and a somewhat
less-than-poetic concentration on anachronistic word-groupings that brings out
the essentially disturbing nature of the work, as is portrayed in a printed
book. This was a deliberate attempt by the publishers (whose poetry editor was
a close friend of Popovitch) to remain faithful to the artistic from,
ideological ideals, and socially progressive purpose of the work, while at the
same time show up the incongruities of its essentially individualistic theme by
rejecting all approval from the usual politically homogenous crowd of Soviet
intellectuals at the time; but at the same time distancing themselves
politically from the implicitly individualistic nature of the work.
Thus, this book, in being a one-off production
of a frustrated modern poet with a slightly eccentric demeanour, and as he also
being newly deceased, was not thought necessary to be banned, censored, or
burned by the post-Stalinist Soviet State. This was probably mainly because
nobody in his right mind in mainstream Russian literary circles ever bothered
to read it all the way through. In consequence, and so fortunately for us, this
quixotically-eccentric, morbidly-creative, quirkily-eerie book of the undead
remained mainly unread at the time, as it never really came to the attention of
those in authority in the country, and so to the attention of powerful
individuals whom at the time could so easily have censored it totally out of
existence. Michael Aspinal
In small town life, in a small town much like many small
towns everywhere, things do tend to start to go badly wrong when the zombies
come to town looking for a free lunch.
The dawning of the day today hits an ordinary town newly
infested with zombies, apparently much like a plague of flies appearing out of
It is all zombies on the go round here, and once you know
that you know what to do about it, probably.
In this place, most of the population become flesh-eating
zombies in time, as, as being edible human beings, they have little choice in
Zombies and zombies and even more zombies on an incredible
picnic, picnicking in a small town that doesn’t want them around.
as it may seem, zombies coming to town aren’t the results of mass hysteria:
it’s a result of uncontrolled mass indigestion!
The zombies don’t have time for other zombies, as they
only have time for you, you see.
there is no more room for them at the police station, the zombies will walk the
Earth seeking to arrest and eat human beings, I tell you!
This is not a zombie-free zone; it’s an invasion of
There are no zombie-free zones here, my friend, only
unnatural barriers to sustained mental health.
Zombies! Yes, the zombie-zone starts right here, right
Zombies, did you say zombies?
Is it just me, or are they real zombies that are coming
out of the woodwork?
I see frigging zombies everywhere today!
Look out, the zombies are coming to bite you in the arse,
Zombies! It’s zombies, zombies, zombies, it is!
The zombie work force is looking for fresh red meat!
It wouldn’t be a nice drive across town to go through a
welcoming committee of a few hundred undead cannibals, but that’s virtually
what happens at rush hour.
This is a time of trial – a tale of trouble and strife
with the hungry zombies looking for fresh red meat at the shopping arcade.
The sound of the zombies growling outside the shopping
arcade is an irritating distraction to all the shoppers huddled under the
This is not about a zombie themed romantic comedy; this is
about dysfunctional undead zombies causing trouble.
Curses, here come the damned zombies again!
Zombies! Zombies are here, the zombies are here, beware,
the zombies are here!
It looks like the only good zombie is a decapitated
Killing the time effectively with eradicating undead
zombies can be slow murder, especially at rush hour.
This is more about bloodthirsty zombies in a farmhouse and
garbage-eating zombies burping than just plain old zombies having a good time
with the townsfolk.
To kiss a zombie covered in congealed human blood is just
not the thing to do in such untoward circumstances.
Against the zombies we may fling ourselves unvanquished,
for a time, but they’ll get us in the end.
Drat it! The zombies are coming!
Don’t let the zombies take a bite out of you, if
necessary, bite them before they bite you.
Say no to a zombie food-fest in the darkness of the night.
I met a well-dressed zombie lady on the bus to work today
whom I thought was extremely well behaved, but then she tried to bite me up in
A hungry zombie is all feeding-frenzy, I tell you!
Oh boy, zombies!
I am not a freaky mouldy zombie yet, nor do I particularly
want to be either!
To decapitate a zombie with a rusty spoon!
I nibbled a zombie’s ear on the pier in the rain as it
peered at me over an old newspaper, but why, why did it do that?
To behead a zombie with a winning smile.
Hungry hordes of rotting
zombies have emerged from hell to embark on a walking tour of the town; some
shedding unwanted limbs as if on the way to work.
A zombie’s passions are not reading and sociability, it is
all walking and eating, as they stumble by burping and feasting on foully
Zombies? Are we talking slowpoke zombies here?
She’s a sexy zombie squeezebox that’s out of control!
Yes, zombie, it’s definitely a zombie.
To kiss a zombie without a head, for a start, isn’t a very
logical thing to do.
Zombies, and even more zombies.
Beware of the zombies: the zombies are here for you!
a gruesome zombie walk into town, or to hell and back, zombies fit the bill.
Zombies, zombies, everywhere, and never a bite to eat!
Who will be your zombie life-partner today?
I’m sure not a zombie yet, but are you?
Zombies do the strangest things!
Cannibalistic zombies should face immediate arrest by the
police, who are already paid to look out for such antisocial tendencies in
Never turn your back on a hungry zombie procrastinating at
the fork in the road!
When a zombie comes to the door, love flies out the
window, laughing hysterically.
To grab a zombie by its tale pick on its little
They’re just nail-biting zombies loitering on the edge of
The bloody zombies are coming back for more!
You should never give up on a zombie that you used to love
in a better life.
Beware: sexy buxom-babe zombies on the prowl for marriage
and long-term indigestion!
Zombies! Zombies are walking here, so walk on.
We all love to laugh at a good fucking joke of a zombie
Even zombies must die, but are they not then already dead
in some undead sort of way?
They are not just ordinary pedestrian zombies at the
shopping arcade, as they are drugged-up shopper-zombies on truth serum.
A zombie secretary apparently tried to take notes upon all
the cannibalism going on, but a zombie attacked her over her ill-sustained
That zombie pinched those fags, I tell you, as
unbelievable as it sounds.
To kiss a demented zombie by surprise, but who is more
surprised, you or the zombie?
A zombie came back to life and bit the wife, and then the
wife came back to life, bit me, and the kids.
I cut the zombie in two with a hacksaw, because I felt
You’re never alone with a fresh zombie spouse beside you
whom once was your blushing bride.
Kiss your little creepy zombie children goodbye, dear!
To kill an authoritarian zombie with a crowbar.
In some slightly deranged, mildly immoral way we all love
the idea of a sexy sex-bomb of a zombie doing a stripper routine at the morgue,
but her presentation stinks.
I kissed a cool zombie-chick in the dead of night, but she
did not react well to my amorously necrotic intentions.
When all else fails to stop it, shoot a zombie in the head
A plague of drunken zombies feeling peckish invaded the
zombie alcoholic meeting, but they were just in the wrong place at the wrong
Don’t feed the zombies alcoholic beverages, as they don’t
The drug-soaked zombies all loved an interactive zombie
party at the morgue, but they still never could get enough of it even when they
These zombies aren’t looking forward to a gloriously ghoulish
evening of apple bobbing, but to a fiendish feast on the bodies of their old
Most zombies love to socialize almost as much as they like to
Look, that zombie-trucker is doing the zombie-rumba with
that Meter Maid!
No zombie is finished eating until it is decapitated for
good and all.
I used to avoid people like they were zombies, because
they actually were.
Zombies! I just love frigging zombies!
Zombies are truly revolting, pilled up in tangled heaps
that are still moving, like a traffic jam gone bad.
All the zombies smile at authority, or at least gnash
their teeth at it.
Membership of the local zombie-gangs is all about being
the coolest zombies on the block, but really it isn’t all that attractive a
Pay no mind to the zombies, as they have no worthwhile
moral opinions whatsoever.
Never ask a zombie when you can eat raw sushi at the
Zombies! I love zombies – the more, the merrier!
My old zombie friend was legless down the pub and fell off
its stool, but we soon got it back up sitting on its bottom again.
I brained your mother because she was a zombie, and I
brained your zombie grandmother too, and for the very same reason: because she
was a zombie too.
Zombies waste no time on idle flights of fancy, as for
them time is merely a stream they go fishing in.
Zombies like the company of other zombies, because if they
didn’t you’d hardly ever see them and they’d be as rare as dodo eggs.
Given the choice, human beings not yet bitten by the
zombies tend to bring their flatmates out to be bitten by zombies first before
they are; it’s a moral thing.
These zombies, these walking corpses driven by dark desires,
desperately needed to be decapitated and shoved smartly into their grizzly
graves, if only for reasons to do with the ethics of the sub-plot.
For no apparent reason I kissed a zombie in the heat of
the night, and then giggled profoundly and run off to find another one.
Zombies…I figured as much!
I found I had inadvertently nibbled a highly sexed sexy
lady zombie on her ear on the darkened dance floor, but why, why did I do that?
It’s a love-fest, a zombie love-fest; it’s a zombie
love-fest, I tell you!
Humpable jumpable sexy-looking beautiful buxom
babe-zombies hang around for rough sex out here among the trees, I tell you.
Zombies are bleeding everywhere on top of the carpet.
It’s a boy zombie, straight from the womb!
The piddling transvestite zombies are coming to bite off
your little prejudices for you!
The idea of a patriotic zombie is a non-starter from the
start, but it can still salute the flag. It’s definitely an autodidactic
zombie, I think.
Never trust a zombie, unless you’re one of them.
That zombie is obviously drunk with indiscriminate power,
so punch its ticket to ride on the mystery train.
Trouble is a lurid zombie high as a kite on the smell of
fresh human blood.
Zombies are too much like us, which is why they are so
much unlike us.
Zombies are socially disappointing, so not much should be
expected from them socially.
An invasion of zombies promises to be every bit as
ridiculous as how the zombies look while they’re about it suggests it would be,
although the ones bitten by zombies are certainly entitled to take it all more
To be bitten, to become zombiefied, to creep about, that
is what a zombie is and that is what we all shall become, once we are bitten by
Transylvanian transsexual zombies got caught in flagrante
delicto in a state of flux at the police station, as they knew no better than
to go out on patrol in drag.
Our having to cope with an apocalyptic uprising of
zombies, this zombiefied curse of ours, eventually makes craven cowards of the
lot of us.
Zombies are no respecters of bylaws in the parks.
Oh, God, it’s good zombie-pie!
Zombies are not indiscriminate eaters, as they prefer meat
fresh off the bone…off your bones.
Is this the ending of the beginning of this unnerving zombie
outbreak? No, this is just the beginning of zombiefied unlife that is our
The zombies are coming to eat me with whipped cream on!
It was a zombie that done the job, and I done it in for
Oh dear, zombies strutting their stuff on the ego!
Oh, to kiss goodbye a decapitated zombie on the lips, yes!
Ah, all the little zombies are hungrier tonight!
A zombie stole my heart, and bit it in twain!
The zombies are coming – duck, and cover!
Cool, I am to become a zombie too!
Don’t bite off more little bits of zombie pie than you can
Don’t encourage zombies to rise from the dead, you don’t
Zombies are just dead people walking home to see mom!
Who will be a smart zombie today and go and bog-off on
It’s all zombies on the go round here: there’s no time for
To kill a lax zombie with too much laxative.
Eating dinner with a zombie at a fast food joint is not
A shopping alcoholic zombie pinched my hotdog right off of
my hand, and then tried to take my hand along with it.
It’s not just another shopping arcade, it’s a
That zombie has terrible bad breath!
It is all about the necrotic zombie story: about the
necrotic-time for zombies.
Zombies just do not play fair, and never did, whatever
Do the zombie-jive, zombie-babe!
There’s a gap in the zombies – let’s run for it like a
beef sandwich with nowhere else to go for lunch!
Once bitten, you’re zombiefied.
Never antagonize a hungry zombie at the fun fair.
Zombies! The zombies are coming!
Zombies are on top of that policeman’s head, going at it
like a rugby tackle on a football field.
A well-fed zombie is a happy zombie.
Damn, it looks like we need more zombies.
Fry that zany zombie-bitch, bitch!
She’s not just another blind date, she’s a blind zombie
A zombie pinched my pride when it tried to bite my hide on
the side of the road to nowhere!
As zombies prohibiting zombies participating in zombieism
goes, from now on in zombiefied defamers are making ribald zombie-jokes on the
toss of a hat.
The zombie and the zombie-hunters are in symmetry in a
Who will be a sex-toy zombie toy-boy today?
Any zombie found eating people in public is subject to
immediate removal or extermination.
Zombies are here, the zombies are here, beware, the
zombies are here!
My pet zombie ate my bouncy-balls in the darkness!
I guess survival depends on what we do about the fucking
zombies lack of table manners.
The zombie extermination programme is not going to plan;
they keep on coming back for more.
Some of my best friends are fucking zombies at death’s
door, so I shoved them through it.
I met a zombie from Elysium in town today, and it bit me
in the bloody arse.
Zombies first congregated outsidethe shopping arcade, before shuffling
en masse towards the ghoulish delights waiting for them at the kindergarten.
Being borne before a never-ending crowd of zombies, that
dreary dream of undeath, that is our destiny, and we just don’t wake up from
I am not a full-fledged zombie yet, but I certainly keep
on trying hard not to become one.
Do zombies dream of zombie sheep in a zombiefied Utopia?
I spy a zombie eating my brother for dinner, it must be
Zombies and even more zombies eating a zombie cow for
To be or not to be a bloody zombie, zombie, zombie!
Zombies are on top of the old man’s bottom.
Never ask a zombie whether you can eat a packed lunch with
Sex starved zombie rednecks grabbed the beauty queen in
some dark ally one night and chewed her brains out.
Just a prideful zombie full of wrath.
Bite that zombie on the bum if necessary, boy!
Don’t feed the zombies!
Were there no zombies, there’d be no zombie backbiters.
Fishy zombie pies are not good for lapsed vegetarians.
Never bite a rejected zombie in the arse, it might turn
and bite you back in your own.
The zombies are coming to the town square for a public
meeting about food rationing!
Zombies, zombies, zombie-zombie-zombie!
The first time I saw a zombie I think it tried to kiss me.
Beware: with all the gore the nonhuman zombies generate
defecating in the streets the neighbourhood property values will go down to
who look for zombies have to wait patiently till the zombies find those who
look for them, and then the zombies will eat them for dinner.
Unholy trouble is a zombie in the bloodbath with you.
I kissed a zoomorphic zombie going all anthropomorphic on
me in the park in the dark.
Young zombies with satchels: it’s a classic zombie class
Zombies, zombies, here and there; zombies, zombies, on the
stairs; zombies, zombies, everywhere.
zombies also appear in lingerie as metaphors for human desires in sexual
I am not going out today, the place is crawling with
I just love zombies to pieces!
Do the zombie-rumba – fool!
This seething masses of horrific zombies needs to be
decapitated, or at the very least have their heads blown clean off with a
There are erogenous zombies playing up on top of the
mayor’s vintage Rolls Royce!
To waste my time with a boring zombie is no fun at all.
I wished I had never seen a zombie in the first place.
Zombies! I smell an old zombie that smells like a fart,
farted in the dark of a dark crypt full of farting zombies.
This tale of jaundiced, blood-soaked zombieism which began
its tale of zombie life with normalcy as we know it and then went on from
Is that a dead monkey or a zombie?
That zombie is on overdrive at the fun fair.
Zombies do it their own way.
Zombies are up to no good.
It’s zombies and even more bloody zombies biting people
for no good reason I can tell.
The sheer antisocial intensity of the zombies today was
amazing, especially to the people being eaten by them.
prey on humans, like rats.
We just don’t survive from being grabbed an everlasting
mob of zombies, it’s a place from where no one returns unconsumed by hungry
Does your zombie girlfriend want to dance?
Do not think of the time a zombie kissed your mother on
I thought I saw a zombie cat gnawing at a zombie magpie.
I love poking fun at fucking zombies!
Whoever conceives of zombies as possibly existing
logically also knows where they come from.
The little zombies are coming to eat you, I tell you!
Zombies, zombies, zombies do the zombie-jive!
It’s already bad enough that I can’t even buy anything in
a store without seeing the freaking zombies shopping in the next isle.
We all love a good-looking zombie woman.
The cheek of the zombies, I must say.
most of the resident population of Council estates will become flesh-eating
Zombies are on top of the plebeian policewoman, how
Zombies! Zombies do it better by biting bigger.
To be or not to be a zombie meter maid!
I don’t like children, I don’t like zombies, but the more
zombies eat children the better.
A place to go to meet zombies for the young
adventurer, is also a place never to rub a zombie up the wrong way by mistake.
A zombie ate my ham roll in one horrific gulp.
If she bites you on the first date, she’s a zombie.
What the hell are these zombie drug addicts after?
even bloodthirsty zombies eating those chicken heads in the farmhouse again.
Today, there were even more zombies at the bus stop than
usual, and the bus driver didn’t dare stop either.
These zombie bureaucrats are the same bastards that force
school kids to disrespect the dead by throwing them in the memorial fountain.
pick on a zombie with a grudge against the world.
Zombies, as seen through the round window.
zombies keep coming back in a bloodthirsty lust for bad taste zombie jokes.
Look out, as thespian zombies are pushing through the
curtains trying to break into the limelight!
To stomp on a fucking crazed zombie midget that is humping
A zombie pinched my Raleigh racing bicycle at the public
bite off more of a zombie than you can chew, officer!
The shallowest zombies go off the deep end headfirst.
Zombies are not cannibals, as true cannibalism implies an
inter-species activity, like having sexual intercourse with monkeys.
To smite a zombie on the prowl is what is acceptable in
Ah, zombie beefcake on the run – marvellous! The zombies
are coming home to roost!
The blinking zombies are coming back, the blinkered fools!
You cannot possibly fail to dislike a smiling zombie
that’s trying to be overly friendly with your pet chiwawa.
Many zombies have returned to daily life, but they’re
still stinking zombies.
Give a zombie a real chance to improve its attitude!
Zombies! Bite that zombie back, boy!
Is it going to be a right-royal zombie apocalypse this
I am not a zombie yet, although I’m waiting for it.
We all love a zombie cheerleader with good boobs and a
Clever-looking zombies are a contradiction in terms, as
they have deadened eyes full of woe.
Deep fried zombies on the plate of shame.
To kill a fresh zombie while snacking is considered
unacceptable in many social circles.
Zombies! Freaking zombies!
Decapitating a zombie a day is good for you; it’s the done
They say it was zombies all the way to hell and back.
I used to
avoid people like they were zombies, because they were.
To kiss a mad-hatter zombie at the mad-hatter’s zombies’
party, just for a quick laugh.
A zombie, exposing its bum to traffic has little to
recommend it to the passing crowd.
Authority likes to keep the zombies down, because if
they’re not down they’re up to mischief.
If that zombie had a nose left he’d probably smell a lot
better than it does.
In most circumstances, the zombies can be stopped dead in
their tracks by removing its festering head or destroying its putrid brain.
Work-a-day zombies still want to eat you for lunch.
To tickle a zombie where it counts: in the tackle.
The fast-food eating zombies are coming to town.
Anybody who has a morbid
fear of meeting a zombie in confined spaces has just as much right to feel that
same fear in wide-open country, but he can run further if he does.
garbage-eating zombie-horror zombies, or not?
There’s zombie talent at the lingerie department
Zombies! A putrid pinch of zombies at a zombie-feast!
Kiss a good-looking zombie-schoolgirl bombshell today!
Zombies! Lip-smacking zombies!
Shoot that freaking freaky zombie in the head!
You don’t have to tie a zombie cheerleader down to
procreate with her.
The zombies are coming to get us!
Create hot zombie-love: boil one up as an ingredient in a
The first time I saw a zombie I thought it was smiling
just for me.
The hair-raising zombies had a bad hair day!
A clever-looking zombie with glasses and the light of
intelligence in its eyes – stamp it out!
Zombie, don’t stare at my armless zombie girlfriend!
To be a zombie is to be on a mission, on a mission to have
a zombie picnic!
Oh, no, zombies, and even more zombies.
Zombies! Kiss my freed fried zombies!
Don’t encourage a snacking zombie in the dark to go
snacking with you.
Defeating a morbid zombie a day keeps the morbid zombie
doctors at bay, unless they lock you up for it in a mortuary.
To kiss a highly sexed zombie with a crowbar.
Who will be a zombie-babe deflowerer today?
Many zombies wouldn’t hurt a fly, but they do eat them,
She was a talented dancing zombie, but now she’s lost her
sparkle in the dark terrain.
To piss on an unthinking zombie that thought of nothing
but stuffing its mouth with dead moths.
We all love a good mannered zombie behind the restaurant
Zombies! Zombies are here; the zombies are here, now.
Zombies! Beware, the zombies are here for you today!
The zombies are back in town for dinner.
Look at that: zombies!
Yes, he is a zombie art dealer that bit the hand that fed
Head-hunting zombies looking for fresh meat on the hoof.
hungry zombies trying to break into the food hall of the shopping arcade to get
at the staff barricaded behind the doors.
The zombies wanted to get into the zombie themed pub, but
were too sick-making to be accepted as its usual target clientele.
a land full of zombies the sane man isn’t too crazy about meeting them anytime
soon, as for him it’s all just crazy-making on a grand scale.
The zombies are really coming – I just can’t believe it!
I never thought I’d be advising people I knew to
decapitate their old friends anywhere they found them once they became zombies,
but somehow it was so appropriate.
I used to
avoid meeting undead-looking people in the street like they were a plague of
zombies, because in my opinion they were nothing more than that.
Jesus, it’s flesh-eating freaking zombies coming to town
for a quick snack!
Hoards of smelly un-dead zombies were released on the
town’s streets, and nothing seemed to be able clean the gore off afterwards.