Patricia's Journal, night 14 since I found a banana
Patrick left his bible on the table last night. He is always so careless with his things. I often have to clean up after all of them, it's not like anyone else picks up the messes. But I read the bible, and it told me stuff. Did you know that all we have to do is accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior and we shall be saved?
I do not know from what.
Patrick disagrees, even though he carries the book around. He tells me that the Lord is the Horror. Or Cutie Cosa as I have called him. But I do not know why the Horror is my Lord. And if he is, then Jesus Christ isn't. If that is so, I shall not be saved.
I do not know from what.
The Horror as a Lord is strange. Jesus had a sermon on the mount. The Horror says stuff from his pool. If you yelled at Jesus he could rush you very quickly, or wait in defense, as he has given himself the high ground. The Horror sits in a hole filled with water. He is the low ground. It does not seem like a very good tactical choice for our supposed military commander. Is this the Lord that will save us?
I do not know from what.
I of course needed to talk to Jesus, to see if he made more sense then the Horror. Usually when that one speaks I become bored. When I am bored I think of things. Like Wuffles. He was very naughty last week. I rang his bell, and rang it and rang it. But he didn't come to get his ears back. What a stupid dog. So there I was having to talk to Jesus, which is not easy. For he is dead. The Horror is dead too. Maybe they can both save us.
I do not know from what.
The children seemed scared when I started. I do not blame them. I wasn't sure what I was doing. I do so hate it when I have to invent my methods as I go. I prefer the order that Adam speaks of. He calls them formulas. I have written some on his skin before. The formulas are chaos given order. He orders chaos, but does it listen? I think not. Not. Knot? The knots I tied their throats in did lessen the noise, but I couldn't leave them like that once I had started. I would have taken off their ears so they couldn't hear me mutter in confusion. But then how would they bring back the message to me? I needed one to send to the One for this one. one for One. I thought it made sense. I would learn how to be saved.
I do not know from what.
At first I tried bungee cords. But no matter how hard I tried, they couldn't bounce back properly. Adam told me it all had to do with figuring out the relative friction exerted by the soul within the afterlife. Something about corporeal impetus on spiritual matter in a non-linear progression of concentrated and cumulative masses. Then he went away and wrote many pages of notes. On the way out he shot Pat. I forgot that I asked him to help. I forgot when he showed up. He showed up? Maybe I should ask him to help with the bungee cords. I need to get through to Jesus to see if he can save me.
I do not know from what.
I am still trying, but the children are just dying. Yes, that rhymes. I don't care though. Because none of them are being pulled back to me to talk about Jesus. Even when I keep their mouths here so they can tell me what they see there. I keep having to kill them, and I don't know how many more I can find. The radio is talking about missing children. It says the police are trying to save them.
I do not know from what.
Patrick left his bible on the table last night. He is always so careless with his things. I often have to clean up after all of them, it's not like anyone else picks up the messes. But I read the bible, and it told me stuff. Did you know that all we have to do is accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior and we shall be saved?
I do not know from what.
Patrick disagrees, even though he carries the book around. He tells me that the Lord is the Horror. Or Cutie Cosa as I have called him. But I do not know why the Horror is my Lord. And if he is, then Jesus Christ isn't. If that is so, I shall not be saved.
I do not know from what.
The Horror as a Lord is strange. Jesus had a sermon on the mount. The Horror says stuff from his pool. If you yelled at Jesus he could rush you very quickly, or wait in defense, as he has given himself the high ground. The Horror sits in a hole filled with water. He is the low ground. It does not seem like a very good tactical choice for our supposed military commander. Is this the Lord that will save us?
I do not know from what.
I of course needed to talk to Jesus, to see if he made more sense then the Horror. Usually when that one speaks I become bored. When I am bored I think of things. Like Wuffles. He was very naughty last week. I rang his bell, and rang it and rang it. But he didn't come to get his ears back. What a stupid dog. So there I was having to talk to Jesus, which is not easy. For he is dead. The Horror is dead too. Maybe they can both save us.
I do not know from what.
The children seemed scared when I started. I do not blame them. I wasn't sure what I was doing. I do so hate it when I have to invent my methods as I go. I prefer the order that Adam speaks of. He calls them formulas. I have written some on his skin before. The formulas are chaos given order. He orders chaos, but does it listen? I think not. Not. Knot? The knots I tied their throats in did lessen the noise, but I couldn't leave them like that once I had started. I would have taken off their ears so they couldn't hear me mutter in confusion. But then how would they bring back the message to me? I needed one to send to the One for this one. one for One. I thought it made sense. I would learn how to be saved.
I do not know from what.
At first I tried bungee cords. But no matter how hard I tried, they couldn't bounce back properly. Adam told me it all had to do with figuring out the relative friction exerted by the soul within the afterlife. Something about corporeal impetus on spiritual matter in a non-linear progression of concentrated and cumulative masses. Then he went away and wrote many pages of notes. On the way out he shot Pat. I forgot that I asked him to help. I forgot when he showed up. He showed up? Maybe I should ask him to help with the bungee cords. I need to get through to Jesus to see if he can save me.
I do not know from what.
I am still trying, but the children are just dying. Yes, that rhymes. I don't care though. Because none of them are being pulled back to me to talk about Jesus. Even when I keep their mouths here so they can tell me what they see there. I keep having to kill them, and I don't know how many more I can find. The radio is talking about missing children. It says the police are trying to save them.
I do not know from what.