One day I am going to start killing people and eating their brains.

Lone zombie, here I am in the crosshairs, unpatriotic, unsympathetic to the troops. I am slow and gnawing at the roots of your Christianity, easily dispatched with a blow to the head. Cops surrounding at the rally. Cops taking my children away. I might be a threat, yes, there is something wrong, something should be done. I have a horde somewhere in the northeast, it’s not here in Tennessee, it’s insipid, it’s communistical. We’ve had a baby and must take out a loan for it. John Deere is my provider and I’m shambling for it’s throat, didn’t you know? Wait a minute, you’re not stupid, you know all about it. There is no revolution except the Ipod, there is no revolution except the TiVo, except Dale Jr. coming for Jeff Gordon, there is no revolution except my singular crawling existence, with art and trade, with two children, in this country. And you’re reading it.