April 2005

This was the last thing I saw in a nightmare I was having one night just before I woke up. This horrible, decomposed little zombie girl in the tattered, gore-stained remains of a lacy little sunday dress, a horrible grin on her face as a result of her lips having rotted away entirely, gazing up at me with nightmarish eyes, a bloody breadknife in her hand, in a run-down, mildewey hotel room. Not pleasant. Not at all. But well worth recording.