Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Rotten to the Pores

Its pace is more laggard than zippy,
Its face far too haggard and drippy.
Undead and unthinking,
Unsteady and stinking...
Disgracefully shaggy...a hippie?
No, it's not the Hippy Drippy Weatheredman. It's a walking corpse from The Plague of the Zombies (John Gilling; 1966).

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