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[padmaclynne]

okay, so current theory is that i did in fact die, saturday night, during samhain vigil, out back, while tending the fire. however, within two or three minutes of my death, a Hasid from highland park, who knows excessive cabbala, came up, and reanimated me using the same basic method as that used to make a golem. (see, technically, in that paradigm, all humans are really just men of clay, animated by magic. so a corpse is perfect fodder.) but before he could give me any orders, a possum ate him. or something. i'm not really sure, i was just coming back to life, and that always makes me groggy. so. point is, i am an uncontrolled flesh golem, animated by the power of yahweh and the word emet, a terrifying jewish zombie, and that is why i can't talk today. because golemim lack the power of speech. because they are made by man, not god. it's not laryngitis, i'm a zombie zionist. yeees.