Musings of the living dead

So the innocent greenflyingfrog was killed by this malevolent sorcerer and then raised in a comatose trance from his grave by the same malevolent sorcerer. He (greenflyingfrog) was led to this ugly shopping mall with a complicated network of pipes to toil indefinitely as a slave.

Most of his soul has been captured by the sorcerer as it is evident by the absence of will, memory and emotion. His eyes are sunken and his skin is peeling off, and if you ask him what "1 + 1" is he will say "Monday". 1 + 1 = Monday? There is something terribly wrong. He hasn't slept for more then 48 hours, but why would he need sleep? He is a zombie now and zombie's don't sleep, do they? But this zombie is a different kind of zombie and he needs sleep and the lack of sleep is driving him insane and has a tremendous effect on his health and emotions. Perhaps because only a part of his soul was captured, he is still able to feel that he needs sleep and has become very emotional about it. I wonder if all of his soul had been captured he would have been nothing but just a living dead.

So this is what this living dead is thinking:
1) 1 + 2 = Kakaruk burger.
2) I am covered up in 4 layers of clothing. How come I am still very hot?
3) I really hate this but I don't have any choice. I don't want to go back to that stinking island.
4) All I wanna do now is cuddle A and cuddle A and cuddle A and cuddle A forever...
5) Oh s**t! Am I just dreaming?
6) And as you can see readers of this blog...my Egnlhsh is terribla.