They might be looking for you if your victim survived long enough to grass you before burping his last degenerate, brothel odour breath.”
He jumped off my shoulder and left, and we three materialised back in mine.
“We have to be ready a good time before 1 am.” I shouted running into the kitchen looking at my watch; its molten face suggested 10 pm.
“Why can’t we just go back earlier in time?” asked Jay biting his nails anxiously whilst his voice remained smooth. “After all it’s in the past.”
From the kitchen through the open door I looked back and watched Judith examine her belly in the bathroom mirror “Because we are tied to that time, the picture in Jon’s pocket ties us to that time” Judith answered rubbing her hump and lifting it with her hands and prodding it. It was growing fast.
I went into the bathroom with a squeezy bottle in my hand “That’s coming on” I said to Judith’s bump kissing it.
“Go to Hell.” said Judith; then nodding her head enthusiastically and grinning, “Go to Hell and get some troops.”
I watched Judith for a while longer, the bump kicked a big bulge in her stomach and she looked down at it open mouthed. She pushed the leg back in and ripples appeared. Then a face stretched and opened its mouth over the translucent red skin of her belly, I heard a barely audible cry. Judith picked up a fly squat and patted her belly back in jauntily and enthusiastically, she looked at me smiling. “We’ve got a little acrobat in here” laughed Judith “whether he’s a little monkey or a trapeze artist he’s going in the circus!”
I went into the lounge Jay was still biting his finger nails on his right hand, pulling them with his teeth, they had elongated in the manner of cheesy string and he tried harder to bite them off; then he simply pulled them out, giving me a look and a smile that signified his inner frustration.
Jay’s eyes looked at me and went hypnotically deep, drowning deep, his face fell under the pressure of those depths, sank around his eyes, then his face really fell, a molten blank of loose ectoplasm and the mask said to me “Jon; aren’t you afraid at all”
“No.” I replied, I had no idea what that meant, “You saw me the last time I was afraid. It will never happen again.”
Suspicious I asked “Are you?”
Jay replied “No. of course not” pushing his face back up between his hands “I hope you can get us better bodies when this is over.”
I looked away from Jay, clearly Jay had a decision to make, one that should have been easy, but not for Jay; no matter; in some ways to have to struggle to make the right decision makes you the better man, struggle is heroic, habitually doing the right thing is a comfortable ease; I might say that I have for a long time, struggled to do the right thing.
I spoke to Judith; “I have to know before I die, what did the real Lucifer do, that frightens God so much?”
“What did you do? Nothing at first. An angel ordered to rebel, set up and cursed on the whim of a self confessed vain and jealous God. God got bored and wanted to play, he threw away chess pieces to play with real lives; and you; tumbled off the board with the kings and queens; you; carved out of wood; fell to Earth to be a wooden toy, with your wooden looks; the look of a condemned man. ‘I want you to fight me, I want you to cause some chaos, do your best because when you loose you’ll be a faggot in Hell’ is what he said. Thing is, you always won at chess, you had the battle strategies, you took the job seriously, having nothing to loose. It irked him, because people liked your ideas and always have done since. Read the Bible, it’s the propaganda distortion of the winning side, you stood for the liberation of desire, for the imagination, creativity, wholeness. God has always stood for a totalitarian corruption of the human soul, having made man like himself in vanity; he then had to deal with men, so everywhere he chained
He jumped off my shoulder and left, and we three materialised back in mine.
“We have to be ready a good time before 1 am.” I shouted running into the kitchen looking at my watch; its molten face suggested 10 pm.
“Why can’t we just go back earlier in time?” asked Jay biting his nails anxiously whilst his voice remained smooth. “After all it’s in the past.”
From the kitchen through the open door I looked back and watched Judith examine her belly in the bathroom mirror “Because we are tied to that time, the picture in Jon’s pocket ties us to that time” Judith answered rubbing her hump and lifting it with her hands and prodding it. It was growing fast.
I went into the bathroom with a squeezy bottle in my hand “That’s coming on” I said to Judith’s bump kissing it.
“Go to Hell.” said Judith; then nodding her head enthusiastically and grinning, “Go to Hell and get some troops.”
I watched Judith for a while longer, the bump kicked a big bulge in her stomach and she looked down at it open mouthed. She pushed the leg back in and ripples appeared. Then a face stretched and opened its mouth over the translucent red skin of her belly, I heard a barely audible cry. Judith picked up a fly squat and patted her belly back in jauntily and enthusiastically, she looked at me smiling. “We’ve got a little acrobat in here” laughed Judith “whether he’s a little monkey or a trapeze artist he’s going in the circus!”
I went into the lounge Jay was still biting his finger nails on his right hand, pulling them with his teeth, they had elongated in the manner of cheesy string and he tried harder to bite them off; then he simply pulled them out, giving me a look and a smile that signified his inner frustration.
Jay’s eyes looked at me and went hypnotically deep, drowning deep, his face fell under the pressure of those depths, sank around his eyes, then his face really fell, a molten blank of loose ectoplasm and the mask said to me “Jon; aren’t you afraid at all”
“No.” I replied, I had no idea what that meant, “You saw me the last time I was afraid. It will never happen again.”
Suspicious I asked “Are you?”
Jay replied “No. of course not” pushing his face back up between his hands “I hope you can get us better bodies when this is over.”
I looked away from Jay, clearly Jay had a decision to make, one that should have been easy, but not for Jay; no matter; in some ways to have to struggle to make the right decision makes you the better man, struggle is heroic, habitually doing the right thing is a comfortable ease; I might say that I have for a long time, struggled to do the right thing.
I spoke to Judith; “I have to know before I die, what did the real Lucifer do, that frightens God so much?”
“What did you do? Nothing at first. An angel ordered to rebel, set up and cursed on the whim of a self confessed vain and jealous God. God got bored and wanted to play, he threw away chess pieces to play with real lives; and you; tumbled off the board with the kings and queens; you; carved out of wood; fell to Earth to be a wooden toy, with your wooden looks; the look of a condemned man. ‘I want you to fight me, I want you to cause some chaos, do your best because when you loose you’ll be a faggot in Hell’ is what he said. Thing is, you always won at chess, you had the battle strategies, you took the job seriously, having nothing to loose. It irked him, because people liked your ideas and always have done since. Read the Bible, it’s the propaganda distortion of the winning side, you stood for the liberation of desire, for the imagination, creativity, wholeness. God has always stood for a totalitarian corruption of the human soul, having made man like himself in vanity; he then had to deal with men, so everywhere he chained
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