To reach another human being is to experience isolation, to love is to see the gulf below, and how close you were, and are, as love pushes you in--welcome to horror
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..
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"Who Cries for Zombies?"
And he looked at me with that look strangers passing by on the sidewalk have, that look that says I'm not seeing you, don't hurt me, I don't mean to,I just want to for a minute have this urge for human contact, and I apologize for my intrusion into your holy sanctity and very much will feel badly...if I have deflected you from living your life deeply, which will mean a hotel room....pardon if I go scrub some of this self-pity off..Snick....What's that sound...?
Did you ever wonder what happened after the Archangel Michael through the demons out of heaven? Let one of them guide you through the origin of evil in the world.