This Is Just To Say I’m a Zombie

I have eaten      your scrumptious face, through
the plums      of cheeks, juicy recollections
that were in      your hippocampus. Remember Kool-Aid in
the icebox      and how they rubied your lips? Of course you don’t

and which      of us always will is, well, obvious. I’m guessing
you were probably      thinking you were
saving      time by crossing the graveyard to meet your mother
for breakfast      at Marty’s Diner. She’s still waiting.

Forgive me      if I devour her brain too. Those I’ve had already:
they were delicious      and ripe with memories. I was
so sweet      when I was human, way on the shy side,
and so cold       to adventure. Look at me now: ravenous for experience.

—David Hernandez, (via)

Reverse Suplex

Someone made a supercut trying to prove wrestling is fake, pointing out moments when players call audibles or apologize for botching a move. But anyone who puts this much love and attention into what they do can only be called a performance artist? So the end result is a much deeper appreciation for Wrestlemania than ever before.

got a math problem?

she gon' stomp it out. ShowYouSuck sure has a type. Shout out random Chicago parking lot mural.

Soul For Real

It's Friday. In some parts of the country, that's the only reason you need to catch up with mid-90s classic Candy Rain.