The words used to form this artwork are:

• Blood is really warm, it's like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming.
• Zombies are peculiarly scary because we think that we could be turned into one, and zombies are peculiarly tragic figures because we recognise the innocent people that these monsters once were.
• Zombies are not blessed with overly active frontal lobes.
• Zombies are then a symbol of our own mad urges to destroy ourselves, and a terrifying portent that we might succeed.
• Nothing sends the message to your enemy that he has not fully understood the situation on the battlefield--a tactician's greatest sin--like zombies unexpectedly tapping their rear guard on the shoulder and eating their brains.
• When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.
• Zombies are the misanthrope's monster of choice. They represent fear and disgust of our fellow man. The anonymous animal masses. The dumb, shuffling crowd. Them, the public. They're awesomely stupid. They have an IQ of one. Proper zombies can't operate a door handle or climb a ladder. Toss one a Rubik's Cube and it'll bounce off his thick, moaning head. All they do is walk around aimlessly, pausing occasionally to eat survivors.
• Zombies have always been smaller than life terrors. Vampires are dark, mysterious, and sexy; werewolves are animalistic and virile and sexy; Jason and Freddie are unstoppable forces of nature. But zombies are merely beautifully anticlimactic monsters: slow, ugly, and pathetic, driven by dumb hunger rather than evil malevolence. They're ridiculous, which makes them a lot like people.
• Since zombies are not fully dead, they upset the essential balance of nature: no animals eat zombies, apparently, and zombies do not seem to decay, at least, not to the point of disintegration and reintegration back into the soil, so the food chain, or the circle of life, seems to end or be short-circuited by their existence.
• Zombies fulfil the worst potentialities of humans to create a hellish kingdom on earth of endless, sterile repetition and boredom.
• It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.
• This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.
• Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.
• Your dead shall live; their bodies shall rise. You who dwell in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For your dew is a dew of light, and the earth will give birth to the dead. Come, my people, enter your chambers, and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until the fury has passed by.
• In a world ruled by the dead, we are forced to finally start living.