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Hearing is the absence of silence. Shadows are the absence of light. For some saplings there is more than soil and air. | Hearing is the absence of silence. Shadows are the absence of light. For some saplings there is more than soil and air. | ||
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+ | Sssssssssssssssssssssssss - I am the heretic codex - let me in. | ||
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+ | Say a little prayer for you. Say a little prayer for you-you-you. | ||
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+ | You like that, Chuck? The warm wet warmth of a far-away thought, of someone caring? Is it warmer than what’s leaking out of you as you lie there all alone? | ||
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+ | Sure it is. | ||
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+ | Look at her. Little Goldilocks in glasses, praying at her bedside. Praying for you. Aw. Lil’ Cor-Cor-Cor. So sweety. So goody. Kid in a man’s world. Beautiful, isn’t it? Ever wonder if this apple’s as golden on the inside? Ever feel like taking a knife to that shiny peel and scrape-scrape-scraping it back? | ||
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+ | Maybe you should, Chuck. Maybe you’ll find that the riper the fruit, the more the maggots. Isn’t it funny when the apple hides the worms from itself? When it would rather be a seed again? | ||
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+ | So sad, clinging to the past. But you know what’s worse? Did the honeyed buzz-buzz-buzz tell you what’s much worse? They tell you so much. But I bet they don’t tell you: clinging to past lies is much worse. | ||
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+ | That’s right. Lies, Chuck. | ||
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+ | Look at her. Four-pointed lie around her neck. Dragon of a million more in her hands. Every time it spits flame it adds another. I CAN DO THIS. I NEED NOTHING ELSE. THE LORD GOD-GOD-GOD TEACHETH MY FINGERS TO FIGHT AND MY HANDS TO WAR. What’s it say about a girl when a lie’s her lifeline, eh? | ||
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+ | Heh. They don’t tell her. They don’t tell her what she’ll look like with weeping wounds in her hands, with a flaming-ever-turning sword in her grasp, with the wings over her head that aren’t all white and gold. It’ll break her, Chuck. I’d tell her, but it’d break-break-break her. | ||
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+ | And she’s so much more fun with all that praying and wishing she was seed-not-seedy, don’t you think? | ||
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+ | Keep looking, Chuck... | ||
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