"O que fai maligno nos seus ollos? Se non seguiron as súas leis para a carta absoluta? What makes one wicked in your eyes? If they haven't followed your laws to the absolute letter? Because I have broken a few, if not more, commandments. Notably stealing, the snark-toward-parents, a little coveting...and I think you might as well count blasphemy and–I'VE JUST STARTED READING THE BIBLE ON SUNDAYS, AND THAT'S IF I'M WILLING TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING–WHICH IS LIKE, NEVER, SO THE AFTERNOON WILL DO! ALSO, BUDDHA! THE FREAKING BUDDHA STATUE! I'm not good, dammit. Not enough for you...add false humility to that list and I'm still wondering why Mom visited me, anyway. A alma condenada. A damned soul...sick with the devil's incessant song, this songbird is unable to sing anything else of note...so, Mr. Kaddesh, if you see anything of certain redemptive quality–that'd be the day. Strike past my ego, first, then chip and chop away like miners digging for diamonds while I move on with my life. Maybe continue to watch, if you must do so." I thought curtly, hanging my head in an admittance of shame. I wasn't exactly proud of it, nor the sickness in my sides and belly--and cue the nervous gum chewing. Pop. Roll. Pop and lock and roll and pop and lock.
My head stopped hurting. My stomach--hm. It stopped for a while as I chewed the gum silently, mumbling and rambling in Galician before falling into His arms. "Vou levar o manto."
I'd dress in the robe, as he had wanted--with white socks to protect my feet and a bottle of water to clear the grime from my throat. "Oh meu Deus, eu estou facendo iso, non estou?"
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Puppetry
Slumpmässig kategoriWell, let's get this out of the way now. I'm bored and figured--what the hell, I might as well chronicle each day from now until the very end. No particular deadline, really. And something hurts in my hips, so I need to distract from the pain in it...
