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Shut your mouth,
pain junkie. I haven't asked you anything. |
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Shut your mouth,
pain junkie. I haven't asked you anything. |
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Eric: So Funboy, do you have a pulse? Or are you a junkyard of meat and wire?
What law of physics holds your atoms together?
Funboy: Pal, something is seriously wrong with you. E: Atrocity has that effect on me. - - - - - - - - F: You gonna lecture me or what? E: And the remnant were slain with the sword of him that sat upon the horse, which sword proceeded out of his mouth: And all the fowls were filled with their flesh. F: So you're the crazy ghost man that done in Tin an' Top an' Sanchez, eh? Heard Tom Tom aint sayin' much neither. Man I was there when T-Bird shot you dead square in the back of the head... twice. Christ, the gun was so close your hair started on fire... E: And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before god... I saw the blood of christ on their skins. |
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Funboy: Man, I told 'em... you heard... they won't listen. I done what I could.
Eric: I know. Sit, please. I promised you a painless death. It is time. F: Wouldn't do no good for me ta yell for T-Bird and them guys, would it? E: What do you think? F: Listen, I can't say why I done the shit I done... I wish I could say I was sorry but I ain't. I'm a monster burnin' from the inside... Obedience is a submission veiled with gravity. I never let nothing define or limit me. E: Funboy, I cannot give you absolution... in a few moments your sins will be between god and you. Have you read Milton? F: Yeah. E: Lethe? F: Yeah, I understand. E: Here is your morphine Funboy...Do it...All of it. Now. F: Thank you ghost man. Perhaps I'll see you in hell... |
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Eric: Funboy, your crime was the most important because it was in cold blood. It
was the act of a soul which having destroyed everything within itself has
accumulated immense strength... it knows it's own dark secret...and this can be
completely identified with the acts of total destruction soon to come. You were
dead from day one...
Funboy: Man, that's a whole CC of medical grade morph you just pumped into your heart!! E: We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain... F: Hmmmph... spoken like a true Angel of Death... E: The devine is no less paradoxical than the viscious. F: What are you doin? E: I'm wearing the crown of thorns T-Bird placed on my head. F: Heh Heh Heh... I'll give lucifer your regards, ghost man. Do me a favor... when you get to T-Bird... kill that bastard slow. 
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