Humans spin their webs, whether knowing or not, and if the web shivers in  shimmers, or Hawthorne's Young Goodman Brown is resurrected to  pull the plug on witches who, this time, have plans  for him, then there is one-sided love and its beauty as a young me on deep Autumn road is happiness and laughter in the process of heading out into a dream real for which he will throw his life away for unreal  dream. A boy from the moon uses a shard of it,  whittled down to spikes with which to kill the  legend of lizard man next door, and the horror of zombies in a world of humanoids far more dead than they , the need of running and spaceship and nick of time leaving a mad planet down there, oddly enough not Earth. Love is a snake coiled, a season of plenty, God caught in a little room of death in a  city he created when for a time he was an ascending Icarus until the Earth loomed so huge at him. In  a collection of over 210 pages, I play the numbers., toast Joyce Carol  Oates, rush toward love come running and walk single through Christmas as is with all the braveness in me.

 I've never known how friendships work. Relationships? Forget it. Nothing in the world scares me more than people.  They seem to have this keen ability to be friends for a while and th\en one day leave and never look back. I am left a train wreck. I used to think it was just me, but they do it to each other and others do it to them and everybody just carries on, but like a blood clot, I am in stasis, going what the hell was that? A hurricane fles through, and so long yesterday.

I know people hurt each other terribly when there is leave taking, but no one has ever been hurt that way with the leaving of me. What follows is the closest I've ever gotten to what I feel about all of this. The constant beginning and ending can only be taken so much. If I need you, you don't want me. If I don't need you, you'll let me stick around. It's this crazy need not to need. And that is called being cool. That's wrong. So this story about zombies and space ships and a planet called Murgatroid is about 2 people who decided to stop being chess pieces. Having had enough of lies pretending to be other than cobalt selfishness..