We see ourselves as ironic & fun loving agent provocateurs in an age of intellectual and cultural leveling, conformity, franchise, and mass marketing.

 

We are Dead because we are White, pale reflections of what was once.

We are Zombies because we are still walking around seeking life.

 

We embrace Dallas TX, the vast highway, the concrete, the sun reflecting high rise, the sewer pipe spew of adverts, the strip malls, and we love to shop!

Our manifesto is by Photoshop, it is our model, helping us to achieve the seamless cut and paste in the name of comfort, idle pleasure, and visual delight.

Dead White Zombies say comfort and gratification is the new justice.

Dead White Zombies are simultaneously promiscuous and repressive, formless and proliferate.

We seek and embrace ever so tightly the new wave oxymoron that has enabled us to know all your emotions, all your desires.

Why?

Because we recognize and accept that we all, we-you-me, live in the belly of the beast and it comes with a great soundtrack, smells nice, is fully captioned, and colorfully animated blatantly proclaiming how stunning, cool, huge we are.

Dead White Zombies want to reign over all the razzmatazz and spastically dance prosperity into existence, celebrating our age of stripped privacy, terrorism, environmental collapse, and the rise of the corporate oligarchy.

Dead White Zombies know everything about you, except who you are.

Dead White Zombies will pretend to unite, but instead we will actually splinter each man, woman, and child into individually targeted and atomized entities, only to reassemble it all back into clarified banality.

We are all Dead White Zombies.

Dead White Zombies is unstable, everything we do happens spontaneously through natural and unnatural exuberance, supported by the unfettered play of the market, emotions, and passing thoughts.

Our financing is a deliberate haze full of clouded opaque deals, charity, grants, including an erratic flow of mana, coercion, unusual incentives, fragile exemptions, contorted legalities, transferred air rights, carbon swaps, special zoning, and of course, public-private wheeling and dealing, singing, dancing, and babbling.

Dead White Zombies expands and when it is no longer needed, it thins.

Because of this tenuous viability, Dead White Zombies has to swallow more and more to survive; its goal is to do anything anywhere and will gladly assumes its responsibility for both pleasure and religious enlightenment.

Dead White Zombies is authorless, yet astonishingly authoritarian.

Gleefully we choose theater as our megalomania to satisfy a dictatorial urge, we are not talking politics here, but entertainment.

We will add nothing that you have not seen or heard before, we will just reconfigure and reaffirm offering not canned laughter, but canned euphoria in high concentrations.

Dead White Zombies will easily engulf a whole city. The vastness of Dead White Zombies extends to infinity.

Dead White Zombies is hyperventilating, screaming, laughing and peeing its pants.

We are freewheeling the apocalypse, taking a seemingly harmless joy ride down the central expressway, back and forth back and forth through the heart of the unmitigated ebb and flow of colorful traffic.

Turn the volume of that hot new song up loud to compliment the artificial breeze of air conditioning.

Dead White Zombies is dedicated to the profound and fundamental coherence of incoherence.

We stay up late and are steadfastly resolved to work with all defunct and pumped up mythologies, for that is all that is left of a bygone civilization.

We scrounge for glimmers of meaning and order, picking over the shards of the real we find scattered on the pavement of our Plano cul-de-sac.

But Dead White Zombies are not dummies, though always on the look out for stone washed authenticity, but honestly, we remain a little skeptical, maybe even paranoid, keenly aware of the lure of the sweet smelling shadows of success, smooth surfaces of affluence, and plastic emptiness that can suck us in.

The mirages of substance waver all around.

Dead White Zombies says: “Look Ma no-hands!” Yes, the origin of Dead White Zombies goes back to Kindergarten, we make no apologies.

Dead White Zombies likes spending its life indoors in the cool, massaging crossing currents of life affirming AC.

Dead White Zombies love and relate to the animals in the Dallas Zoo, we often feel like them, looking out at the world wondering who is caged.

Dead White Zombies stares at a computer monitor and each big screen TV in HD home theatre with bass speakers thumping, saying...

“This is our window. Yes, real life is inside there, let me take a little walk in the great outdoors as I sink further into and become one with my nice new sofa.”

Dead White Zombies will in invade your body. Want botox injections, a little collagen plasty? Silicone boob implants? Liposuction?

How about that Penis enlargement; this is Texas and size does matter.

Yes, you need an upgrade, you are not good enough, you can be whatever you want to be says Dead White Zombies.

Dead White Zombies are the new species.