It's been a long time since I've updated this damn journal. That's not because I haven't had
things to say, but because I haven't had a chance to say the things I think I need to. A lot has
happened in the months I've been gone, but the world is still just as fucked as it's ever been
though. Who could have guessed?
I did manage to find a friend a few weeks ago while cleaning maggot infested horse meat off
my boots. He's an awesome guy. One that, so far, hasn't…
Added by Josh Palmer on May 22, 2013 at 1:23pm — No Comments
I found solace in the storage room of this decrepit chicken farm building. The stench, as unbearable as it was, was no match for the smell of the city I'd left a couple weeks before. Stepping over the thousands of rotting chickens was actually pretty close to the way I left town. The only difference was that I was stepping over friends, family members, neighbors, and other people that never managed to make it out...alive.
Luckily, zombies aren't a fan of chicken, so everything here is…Continue
Whether you dream by day, or dream by night; you will without a doubt have dreams. Even in this land of death. It is up to you to make those dreams come true, or simply let them pass away quietly.
Being the dreamer that I am has never ceased to cause grief, heartache, or misfortune. I have experienced more of these three ridiculous facts of dreams than I care to recall. That hasn't stopped me from dreaming. It never will. Why should one simply stop doing what their mind wants to do?…Continue
Added by Josh Palmer on November 4, 2011 at 4:34pm — No Comments
Some things in life are strange
Vicious, awkward, and deranged
Though when the dead begin to walk
Death is not the point of talk
For living is the only care
And living twice you would not dare
Because survivors cling together
And hold to this life's shortened tether
But the days won’t carry on for long
If the life you hold is not held strong