yolanda7g
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One hella proud sinner
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Post by yolanda7g on Mar 19, 2011 17:33:28 GMT -5
Faustus watched her sit on the pew but stayed standing in front of her. Clearly, this wasn't a casual chit chat. You don't go to church and meet someone who says their hearing voices and THEN accuse YOU of murder everyday. And so what if Faustus helped with assisted murder? Why would he feel obligated to tell her anything? He just met her.
And oh yeah - SHE'S NUTS.
But for some reason, if these voices were some new manifestations of Thing 2 and Thing 1, it wouldn't matter if he told the truth or not - they would know the truth. They were there.
Maaaaan, why does this mess always have to happen to him? Faustus wished he could just tell God 'look, I get it! I'm damned forever! And guess what? I'm already over it! Now stop sending me 'signs' already!' Seriously, couldn't God bother someone else with all that mess? Someone who wasn't already too far gone?
But to answer Joan's question...
"Hell naw I ain't murder nobody," he said quickly, forgetting for a second he was in a church. And hey, he was telling the truth wasn't he? ...sorta. "Look I've made my share of mistakes, but I ain't a murderer. And another thing! I don't understand why you get the 'good voices' anyway." While Faustus got the dumb accusatory voices. "I bet you've done your fair share of sinnin' too - you ain't no different from me or anyone else. I bet underneath all that I-wanna-be-a-nun crap you've done some pretty messed up things too. Thats why I ain't buyin' any of this BS."
This chick is probably going to hell just like he was. Ugh. Why the heck was he here?
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