Am still a zombie

Judiciously selective brain-eating and gothic sex symbology has resulted in current status as Super Cool Ninja Zombie. V. satisfying state of affairs if limbs would not insist on falling off every time I Hiii-YAH! someone. Last attempt resulted in accidental and embarrassing road block incident. Currently have left hand on right arm, and vice versa. Eating brains in civilised manner now rendered difficult.

Have been pursued by number of people all concerned with practicing violence or slavery upon my person. Said person falling apart, yet cannot oblige oppressive destructive physical abuse or racism. Tired and frightened. Stereotyped, no room for negotiation re: characterisation.

Zombies are people too. Right to live and procreate. Activities require killing of alive humans and consumption of brain, also gothic sex. Yet oppressed. Driven into hiding. Why won’t they let us live our unlives in peace?