Post by themorbidwolf on Sept 10, 2024 19:33:11 GMT -5
The church that Goth performed his assisted sacrilege in was pretty nice. The thought I'd never hold my own investigation was clearly beyond his limited comprehension. This area had all the hall marks of being staged. I couldn't be certain, and I would never have any proof except for the fact that pouring water over somebody never shielded you from anything, All of those fancy descriptive words. Yelling them was suppose to get your attention. Abusing two parents, and their child did not make you a hero. If a sky fairy did exist it stands to reason that you would not be in their good graces.
Abuse of thought. Especially when claiming the authority for yourself. Certainly Goth would stumble all over himself at this revelation or maybe he'd try to give you the whole stand on faith explanation. A whole book of abuses, and now I understand that Goth is clearly a fraud.
"Goth, did you think for one minute I would not investigate your little congregation? It's on tape. I'm sure Frank would love to know how you faked your baptism, and theirs was also fake. Only so you would have the authority to attempt to beat me. Not only on the earthly realm but the spiritual one. You Goth, are the ultimate conman. You also belong to the Catholic church which convinces me that you're a victim of abuse. Perhaps not a victim but a clergyman who spreads the lies. To be clear I don't have any issues with this. That's your conscience you'll have to deal with. Your congregation knowing that you spread falsehoods. That is another thing entirely. Which is why I tracked them down, and explained everything. Frank, and his parents will be attending another church. They no longer want to be in a service that abuses their family. You're welcome Goth!"
I receive a notification on my cell phone, I pull it out to see what it is. The information intrigues me, and I place it back into my pocket.
"Now Goth, I don't know what possesses you to believe your message would ever send me to darkness. A realistic view of life is more like it. An extremely graphic version of life you'd be forced to turn away from. You don't have the authority to rule over me Goth. A church is not giving you the authority which means there is only one thing left.
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Flying in coach is absolutely horrible especially when you couldn't afford first class. I needed the miles though. Provided by one of my many credit cards. I've never had the potential of a threat when I'm in the middle of a promo. The threat came in the form of somebody was going to kill me when I least expected it. It was a Pennsylvania diner. I wasn't allowed to say which one right now but my schedule just picked up.
"Goth, your authority has been since receded. I don't go to church, for those very reasons. It amused me when you thought you'd walk inside with another clergyman, perform. Thinking it would impact me in a way I just turn away. Time for you to reinvest your time there Goth, I am my own man. I load my bullets one shell at a time. Now how about you do the rest of us a favor, and turn in your credentials your church gave you. The lies you perpetrate are beyond ridiculous. It might not have been had I not shown up to take you to task. Is this all you really came up with. You're going to cast out my demons? My demons and I have always been at one with each other. You, cannot change my mind in the grand scheme of things, and in the grand scheme of things I've all ready won. How about you start repeating it with me. Christian Rivers is his own man. Got it, good!"
Shortly, after the plane ride I touch down at the PA diner. I sit down to have some eggs when the waitress approaches me slipping a note down on the table.
"It reads get out now!"
I ignore the note. Ordering two scrambled eggs, and three bacon slices as a side. As I'm paying attention to eating my breakfast I make the biggest rookie mistake when the waitress comes around to my table, but I receive a snap kick to the face from out of no where,
I fall out of the stool, gathering my mind again, I manage to tumble out of the door hiding behind a garbage can. The waitress comes out of the diner. Only she has taken off of the disguise, and immediately I'm smitten. I'm trying to recover my composure, pulling out both of my .45's. Suddenly it appears she's disappeared, but how wrong I could be. She finds me behind the garbage can, and then pulls me in kneeing me into the groin. Grabbing my pistols I holster them, and then take off.
I dropped the ball, and needed to regroup.
An old stash house I knew of provided me with safety. My killer was lying in wait, and it didn't take me long at all to fall for her. Unknowingly unsure if she felt the same way too. She was faster, and didn't play.
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I pulled up the floor boards slinging a couple over to the side. Seeing a bottle of Johnny Walker black I pulled the cork with my teeth, followed by a few drinks. My face scrunched up in disgust, as I placed the bottle to my lips letting the fluid rush down my throat. I cork it, and then set it behind me.
Soon I feel the alcohol rush over me. I feel a lot calmer, more sure of myself, and a lot more confident. I still had to get the hell out of the city. My phone suddenly rang, and when I answered it, the voice made me smile. I was going to leave this city without anybody knowing about it. Which would delay me running into that beautiful psycho.
"Goth, I'm not easily lead astray. When you don't know the other person it can be harder, but you did me the biggest favor in my life. You had to shine the light on what type of abuser you were. Like I mentioned previously, I'm not one to judge. If you really want to do something Goth. Go judge yourself! Go lie to yourself some more. My truth isn't something you need to worry yourself over. I'm going to love living my truth over anything you can provide. Did you really think church would work? I only believe in myself. I don't need to believe in anything else. Unless its a bullet ripping through the flesh of one of my enemies. But more on that later."
One of my contacts comes inside of the apartment. I'm dressed like a drag queen. Black wig, a rose' lipstick, purple fingernails, and black stilettos. I'm cover is Kitty Claymore. I'm told that I was given this name at birth and just to roll with it. This time I'd be flying first class. Also I had to learn had to walk over again in a very short time. My thoughts were of no importance. This was my escape.
Dusk was setting in, and now it was time for me to plan my escape. I get on the plane without an issue which means there's actually an issue. I have a feeling there's a tag. Perhaps my disguise wasn't as good. But then a funny or weird thing happens. The sly, gorgeous female killer is sitting next to me. I'm pretending to be asleep, as she yammers on about who knows what.
When I wake up there's a card in my lap. It's not anything related to business. But it is to a drag queen show. This went from harmless to down right hilarious. Then she was gone out of my life. I was not about the drag queen life either, but it was an interesting build up to my day, or night.
I get off the plane, and immediately for some reason I'm getting pelted by dollar bills. This was really weird. It made me want to get out of this disguise but I had to keep it on for a little bit longer.
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I've shed the drag queen disguise, and now its in my closet. To be seen for all who look for it, but now I've got to appeal to Goth's senses. If he has any senses left that is.
"Goth, I want to assure you I've been looking over tapes of your matches. I thought I'd actually need them. Then you give me a church service filled with abuse. You're the worst type of person Goth. When we're done with this match you're still be a terrible person. The only irony here is I'm worse than the both of us. So as far as bathing in my sins go I'm sorry but that tub simply isn't big enough.I could save you a bullet but let's be honest. You're not worth it. You're not even worth taking your own life. That means you're completely worthless. You would be left behind if those end times you believe in. Having to find your purpose to get into heaven. Meanwhile, with yours truly I would have all ready been gone before you could have caught me."
"That's the difference between the two of us. I'm perfectly content with being myself while you're not. What else is there really left to say. I just ignored that whole service. I would have completely missed doing my promo homework if you didn't make an ass of yourself. Shining the spotlight upon yourself. That's a good way to get yourself killed. I sent that psycho over to your church, but she left when it was empty. Probably burned that fucker down too. Not sure if there are any ruins but I'd guess there might be. Goth, I want you to understand this final thing. I'll still be superior to you in every way while you still need a flash light to find your way in life."
That same seedy hotel, with the VCR that I'm sure has now eaten the tape. I walk up to the room and with this interaction being off camera nobody will never know. I spray the butane inside, throw a match, and then walk away. Another fire, another unknown fire, and I'm no longer responsible. Time to find another safe haven.
Abuse of thought. Especially when claiming the authority for yourself. Certainly Goth would stumble all over himself at this revelation or maybe he'd try to give you the whole stand on faith explanation. A whole book of abuses, and now I understand that Goth is clearly a fraud.
"Goth, did you think for one minute I would not investigate your little congregation? It's on tape. I'm sure Frank would love to know how you faked your baptism, and theirs was also fake. Only so you would have the authority to attempt to beat me. Not only on the earthly realm but the spiritual one. You Goth, are the ultimate conman. You also belong to the Catholic church which convinces me that you're a victim of abuse. Perhaps not a victim but a clergyman who spreads the lies. To be clear I don't have any issues with this. That's your conscience you'll have to deal with. Your congregation knowing that you spread falsehoods. That is another thing entirely. Which is why I tracked them down, and explained everything. Frank, and his parents will be attending another church. They no longer want to be in a service that abuses their family. You're welcome Goth!"
I receive a notification on my cell phone, I pull it out to see what it is. The information intrigues me, and I place it back into my pocket.
"Now Goth, I don't know what possesses you to believe your message would ever send me to darkness. A realistic view of life is more like it. An extremely graphic version of life you'd be forced to turn away from. You don't have the authority to rule over me Goth. A church is not giving you the authority which means there is only one thing left.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Flying in coach is absolutely horrible especially when you couldn't afford first class. I needed the miles though. Provided by one of my many credit cards. I've never had the potential of a threat when I'm in the middle of a promo. The threat came in the form of somebody was going to kill me when I least expected it. It was a Pennsylvania diner. I wasn't allowed to say which one right now but my schedule just picked up.
"Goth, your authority has been since receded. I don't go to church, for those very reasons. It amused me when you thought you'd walk inside with another clergyman, perform. Thinking it would impact me in a way I just turn away. Time for you to reinvest your time there Goth, I am my own man. I load my bullets one shell at a time. Now how about you do the rest of us a favor, and turn in your credentials your church gave you. The lies you perpetrate are beyond ridiculous. It might not have been had I not shown up to take you to task. Is this all you really came up with. You're going to cast out my demons? My demons and I have always been at one with each other. You, cannot change my mind in the grand scheme of things, and in the grand scheme of things I've all ready won. How about you start repeating it with me. Christian Rivers is his own man. Got it, good!"
Shortly, after the plane ride I touch down at the PA diner. I sit down to have some eggs when the waitress approaches me slipping a note down on the table.
"It reads get out now!"
I ignore the note. Ordering two scrambled eggs, and three bacon slices as a side. As I'm paying attention to eating my breakfast I make the biggest rookie mistake when the waitress comes around to my table, but I receive a snap kick to the face from out of no where,
I fall out of the stool, gathering my mind again, I manage to tumble out of the door hiding behind a garbage can. The waitress comes out of the diner. Only she has taken off of the disguise, and immediately I'm smitten. I'm trying to recover my composure, pulling out both of my .45's. Suddenly it appears she's disappeared, but how wrong I could be. She finds me behind the garbage can, and then pulls me in kneeing me into the groin. Grabbing my pistols I holster them, and then take off.
I dropped the ball, and needed to regroup.
An old stash house I knew of provided me with safety. My killer was lying in wait, and it didn't take me long at all to fall for her. Unknowingly unsure if she felt the same way too. She was faster, and didn't play.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I pulled up the floor boards slinging a couple over to the side. Seeing a bottle of Johnny Walker black I pulled the cork with my teeth, followed by a few drinks. My face scrunched up in disgust, as I placed the bottle to my lips letting the fluid rush down my throat. I cork it, and then set it behind me.
Soon I feel the alcohol rush over me. I feel a lot calmer, more sure of myself, and a lot more confident. I still had to get the hell out of the city. My phone suddenly rang, and when I answered it, the voice made me smile. I was going to leave this city without anybody knowing about it. Which would delay me running into that beautiful psycho.
"Goth, I'm not easily lead astray. When you don't know the other person it can be harder, but you did me the biggest favor in my life. You had to shine the light on what type of abuser you were. Like I mentioned previously, I'm not one to judge. If you really want to do something Goth. Go judge yourself! Go lie to yourself some more. My truth isn't something you need to worry yourself over. I'm going to love living my truth over anything you can provide. Did you really think church would work? I only believe in myself. I don't need to believe in anything else. Unless its a bullet ripping through the flesh of one of my enemies. But more on that later."
One of my contacts comes inside of the apartment. I'm dressed like a drag queen. Black wig, a rose' lipstick, purple fingernails, and black stilettos. I'm cover is Kitty Claymore. I'm told that I was given this name at birth and just to roll with it. This time I'd be flying first class. Also I had to learn had to walk over again in a very short time. My thoughts were of no importance. This was my escape.
Dusk was setting in, and now it was time for me to plan my escape. I get on the plane without an issue which means there's actually an issue. I have a feeling there's a tag. Perhaps my disguise wasn't as good. But then a funny or weird thing happens. The sly, gorgeous female killer is sitting next to me. I'm pretending to be asleep, as she yammers on about who knows what.
When I wake up there's a card in my lap. It's not anything related to business. But it is to a drag queen show. This went from harmless to down right hilarious. Then she was gone out of my life. I was not about the drag queen life either, but it was an interesting build up to my day, or night.
I get off the plane, and immediately for some reason I'm getting pelted by dollar bills. This was really weird. It made me want to get out of this disguise but I had to keep it on for a little bit longer.
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I've shed the drag queen disguise, and now its in my closet. To be seen for all who look for it, but now I've got to appeal to Goth's senses. If he has any senses left that is.
"Goth, I want to assure you I've been looking over tapes of your matches. I thought I'd actually need them. Then you give me a church service filled with abuse. You're the worst type of person Goth. When we're done with this match you're still be a terrible person. The only irony here is I'm worse than the both of us. So as far as bathing in my sins go I'm sorry but that tub simply isn't big enough.I could save you a bullet but let's be honest. You're not worth it. You're not even worth taking your own life. That means you're completely worthless. You would be left behind if those end times you believe in. Having to find your purpose to get into heaven. Meanwhile, with yours truly I would have all ready been gone before you could have caught me."
"That's the difference between the two of us. I'm perfectly content with being myself while you're not. What else is there really left to say. I just ignored that whole service. I would have completely missed doing my promo homework if you didn't make an ass of yourself. Shining the spotlight upon yourself. That's a good way to get yourself killed. I sent that psycho over to your church, but she left when it was empty. Probably burned that fucker down too. Not sure if there are any ruins but I'd guess there might be. Goth, I want you to understand this final thing. I'll still be superior to you in every way while you still need a flash light to find your way in life."
That same seedy hotel, with the VCR that I'm sure has now eaten the tape. I walk up to the room and with this interaction being off camera nobody will never know. I spray the butane inside, throw a match, and then walk away. Another fire, another unknown fire, and I'm no longer responsible. Time to find another safe haven.