My heart was thumping--it sounded like an answer. Some sort of an answer. Or maybe she was attempting to worm herself back into my mind. "Ola, meu nome é Alice. Eu son o seu home."
"My human being," Mary mumbled, rolling my words on her tongue before passing it to God, looking at the hands of myself and Royal, once again intertwined.
"God's child...God's lovely child...you are his and his alone. Don't forget it."
Suddenly, as if wanting to play with me once more, the cross I had placed upon my neck vanished--and for a short time, I panicked because "FUCK I JUST HAD IT" syndrome set in.
"Oh, inferno non. Non, non, non pode ir aínda que ... ben, ben, quizais eu descabida ..."
The panic made my eyes almost bug out. "Eu teño terapia...FOR CRYING OUT LOUD...this is not..."
Then, once I was suitably panicked, the cross seemed to be back around my neck in an instant and silently, I mumbled a simple prayer--ostensibly to save both of our butts.
"Deus, por favor garde-me de min mesmo. Traga-me no seu amor e luz, a pesar do meu tren inusual de pensamento e apego infalible para o que eu máis amo. Que poidamos tanto ver o brillo de harmonía pronto, non nos deixan atrás no seu gran plan para o futuro. Bendito sexa o seu nome, ó Señor, e poden Nai levar nós dous para a liberdade espiritual coa axuda dela. Amén...
Para o ceo non sería o mesmo sen as que eu profundamente preocupan, Señor. Non pode ser exactamente acorde ti, pero eu non quere perder o que eu amo o lume do inferno.
Comeza o punto...I guess."
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Puppetry
ΤυχαίοWell, 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...
