if there is actually going to be a zombie apocalypse i will:
- take car
- go to mum’s
- kill phil
- grab liz
- go to the winchester
- have a nice cold pint
- and wait for all this to blow over

Maps, with every name translated, back through the local tongue, into English.
Suddenly both poetic and prosaic, at once.
this is fantastic.
shall i compare thee to a summer’s day
thou art sweaty and warm and disgusting please go away