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In which the DJ ponders his hatred for winter…especially of an apocalyptic nature!  

Ol’ Man Winter


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In which the DJ finds a chocolate pudding and nearly comes out of his pants in anticipation of dining on the delectable treat.  

It’s Pudding Time




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In which the DJ reminds us that hatred can no longer hide in the shadows.  

No more hiding hate


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In which the DJ suffers a rare moment of not being able to continue on.  

Don’t Quit Me Now




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In which the DJ reads a few glorious poems! A big thanks to Scott Michael Josephus, Alina Maria Ionescu, and Ken McGregor.  

A Breath of Fetid Poetry


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In which the DJ wonders how much longer before human is the other white meat.  

Cannibal Is In




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In which the DJ unwittingly offers up a subtle Trumpku for the Zombie Radio Nation  

All The Words



In which the DJ wonders why we can’t have nice things…like in a Star Trekian Utopia.  

Utopia On My Mind




In which the DJ makes a fool out of himself impersonating Korn’s Jonathan Davis if he’d succumbed to the Mengele Virus.  

Undead Krunchy Korn


In which the DJ urges everyone to take a moment from survival to enjoy a bit of fun. Remember fun?  

Time Out For Fun



In which the DJ laments the lack of big yellow buses transporting the littles so that they may learn the ways being human.  

Back To School Blues


In which the DJ dons his soap-box shoes and asks the Zombie Radio Nation who the immigrants are now.  

We Are All Immigrants Now





In which the DJ proposes a new game that could well save us all from the gaping maw of the undead.  

Let’s Play A Game