"Everybody in a way is two faced Kate" said

"Everybody in a way is two faced Kate" said her mom "Not me. How I am is me all the time" said Kate How could I be two faced she thought. She tells the truth and never goes back

on her word. That was Kate; same face to everyone, an uncarved block. Kate stayed like that as a grown up, telling it like she saw it. She didn't go into politics, advertising, or

Toll boothing. Nope Kate stayed real. Kate was unflinching, unchanging, un-a-bunch-of-words. Her stone-face weathered life like the heat shields on a re-entering NASA

toilet flung from a disintegrating space station onto the skull of an unsuspecting teenager at the prime of her life, thus causing her to into the ranks of undead soul reapers.

It was not the afterlife she expecter life to entail... but hey it put metaphorical bread on her hell table. She'd go harvest undead and restless souls and lock them away in tartar

-control toothpaste tubes. Unsuspecting brown-toothed people would buy these products and rub the souls of the damned on their teeth with the hopes of obtaining more sex appeal.

When they saw the mirror moon dancing they wanted to look at their own moon to see if it was dancing also but they had been warned not to look under any conditions. They promised

that this was no ordinary full moon. There was a triple energy with it. This was felt all over the world. A revolution was in the works. The plastic trees rocked gently as a reply

Then with the whispering of a silent boom. The revolution exploded in a mushroom cloud of endless ignorance and, time folded on itself, restarting the whole planet again.