# undead proofing the near impossibility of such a foolish and unlikely enterprise especially in the diffused twilight of existence a veritable rotting sea of crusty blue ash grey faces now staring in with utterly dead yet somehow aggressive eyes right through a smeared dusty single pane farmhouse window at indecisive researchers contemplating such an unlikely notion in which only nowhere seems truly safe from lofi flesh eating near future retro 80's vhs undead best get nailing the doors shut anyway dear researcher it's time for bed // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]