PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

DING-DONG THE BITCH IS GONE.

Tat's fucking right, I said it. She's gone/ and I can say whatever the hell I want about it. She just... she fucking comes in like this, y'know?" fucking comes and goes however the fuck she wants to screws arounf with shit and leaves. Leaves us alone and then she'll egt pissed again when one of us fucks up again. Or just fucks.

She laughs about fucking. But her idea of it is just utting her hand one someone's stomach and shouting 'you're pregnant. deal with it,' and I remember thinking if she ever got it properly maye she would't be so fucking judgemental all the time. She hates it so we don't even get to do it. What the fuck's the matter with it. She created it. Why the fuck would she keep us from something she created? It should be fucking divine. But no... she reserves everything for those she favours. Who's that? One guess.

It's not us.

She figured it out this time. Frogave all of us for now, but only because that fucking demon got her. she only learns adter she gets fucked aroudn, then it's back to business as usual.

We follo her into the depths of Hell because her love is like a fucking drug. Nothing in return. We're nothing more than fucking servants.


[ooc: Why did God ban alcohol that one time? Because drunk bartleby is drunk.]

I'm opening the Grove tomorrow. Grand opening, free smoothies until 4 pm. Just be aware that it is a neutral zone. I'll be teaching a self defense class at 3, it's probably gonna be pretty full so show up early. I've already gotten a few phone calls for reservations.

[Adam]
Remember those demonstrations we used to put on at the youth center? I was thinking we should throw something together.