Synopsis

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a boy of no wealth and some distaste. My name is Otto. I unlive in Berlin sometimes, sometimes farther north, depending on mood. Then again, I only have one mood: dead. Undead. I find it difficult to make an unliving because I am homeless. I recently starred in a movie called Otto, made by a crazy lesbian avant-garde filmmaker named Medea Yarn. She paid me a little, but I'm waiting for the royalties. Speaking of royalty, I was once anointed Prince of the Zombies. It was at a garbage dump. You had to be there. You'll have to excuse me for now. I have to go eat some roadkill. A bientot. x Otto

Official Review

It’s been labelled as pretentious, slow and gay, but I find all that, except the gay part, to be untrue. In stark contrast to other poets on this site I found Otto both entertaining, funny and down-right disgustingly enjoyable at times. The tale of the young, homosexual zombie is definitely not for everyone, I can see why, but to call it boring or uninspired is a mistake in my book – a mistake as big as taking this to be a serious film de art. …Read More