You don’t make sense. Not in this mind.
Especially not in this mind.
Who are you to intrude?
Intruders never prosper.
They just steal things and rape people.
Could very well be Timmy from down the block.
Timmy the rapist…I like the sound of that.
Never liked him much anyway.
No. No. No. Definitely not a likable child.
It’s like naming your son Harold.
It just doesn’t work now.
It’s off. Very off.
So it’s confirmed then?
Oh, Everything is confirmed, darling. He’s gay, she lied, her brother’s dead. you know how it is. Word…Gets around.
Who’da think? Who’da think it? Who’da known this would happen. It’s like losing your mind. You think it can’t get away from you cause of that big ol’ skeleton, but you wake up one morning, and it’s nowhere to be found.
Exactly. It’s exactly like that. You hit the nail on the nose.
It’s her fault, you know?
Would you look at that snow?!
It never would have happened if she continued going to church.
I really have to paint my nails! Look at them, they’re chipping.
God has a way of getting exactly what he wants. Heed my words.
That toiled paper leaves little paper balls in my crotch. I would advise against ever buying it again.
I know that if she would just go back to church and speak to the lord, things would go back to normal. It’s queer. Very queer.
Your skin feels waxy, Very waxy. You should try some lotion.
Have you heard a single word I have said?
Yes, The apocalypse.
