#zombies.

in wake of 'the good news' jay has taken himself to the garage. it had been hard to keep the dread from his face, the anger and the panic when he'd heard this morning. now, in the quiet with her sleeping in the rv outside, it's impossible to stop the thoughts from circling.

he grabs a wrench and a rag and begins aimlessly tinkering with the hood of a beat-up old rover, just to busy his hands. it almost distracts him from the sound of footsteps coming up behind him, the sure-footed heavy step of kenny after a beer or two.

jay sets the wrench down with a bit more aggression than he means to. best not have it in his hands when he says what he needs to say. he doesn't turn around.

It doesn't take a meat/pedophile to find Holy. It's from starvation impending which I could begin to track 4-5 days into 50-70 days till death/(terminal to the ashes/grave).

You don't become weaker or less able to defend yourself. You become impenetrable for all enemies turn to allies just for sharing joy of joy.

Mutual enjoyment turns the enemy into friend.

I was friend to all once thus.

I intend to be thus again.

Why wait?

Animal & human experiements & the deeply held pact among all the big body-type princesses of marrying a man that sleeps(since they don't ever).

This is how Trump is a rapist(Melenia is a rapist because she was trapped with him of being too into the economy to be homeless).

Now what?

I cannot juice safely around theirs.