Isaac Marion - Warm Bodies (2010)

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I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some... darker place.

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I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?

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What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

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It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were silent, one could almost pretend to be in nature. A forest. A meadow. Crickets and birdsong. But the corpse of civilization is as restless as the creatures that now roam the graveyards.

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What happened? How did I get here? How could I have known that my choices mattered?

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Life only makes any sense if we can see time how God does. Past, present, and future all at once.

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Thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?

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I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

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I want a new past, new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

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I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.

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I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

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My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

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What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?

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We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

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I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.

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We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

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Came to... see you. But I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say good-bye. Don't know why you... say good-bye. I say... hello. Her lip quivers between reactions, but she ends up with a reluctant smile. God you're a cheeseball. But seriously, R—

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I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.

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I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.

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Music? Music is life! It's physical emotion - you can touch it! It's neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it's boring? You don't have time for it?

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I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

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Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.

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I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

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The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

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That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

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One mistake, one brief lapse of my new found judgement-that's all it took to unravel everything. What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature.

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Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead? Or do we just have nothing left to say?

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All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.

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I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

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I can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the unknown blackness behind them. The shadows in God's boarded-up basement.

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