Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Jaws do a much better job at tearing off flesh from another being compared to hangnails and other conditions of the fingers left from the waste of not having adequate access to clippers. Proper nail care still, no matter how Frenched, always falls to the might of dental hygiene.
Keep note of this. It will come in handy in many of the post-apocalyptic worlds as foretold in media and colour-corrected vision lenses. Take care of your teeth and jawline now and unto you the joys of human flesh rendered as meals and sustenance in a world gone to canned foods, suburban farming and an endless supply of teeth bleach.
One such parallel world waiting to bleed into our reality is the zombie wasteland. Apathy is discounted here for Generation Meh falls and all their sugar-laden diets will gnaw at them. Their rotted teeth and minds already proffering their bodies to the heap. They come from Terrigal and seek the riches of a land unknown, of fear, loathing and seething rage. They seek a plane for the city.
On the want to train for the marathon event, take a lesson from Rudy Eugene. The "Miami Zombie" or "The Causeway Cannibal", found alive before being shot dead by bullets escaping their police imprisonment. For a cannibal-in-training or para-zombie, the lack of flesh and human chunk in your gut either points to the need for dentures, less leather in the meal or just an accelerated taste for flesh. There's no time to dally when the world grows darker by the hour.
This want for more meat is not at all idiopathic. It's the way of the dismal future. Prepare your palette now and think of the duck fat. Obesity will only mean a longer render time. It's a stound and a count and we may all perish. Some of us will make a meal. Others still will feast.