His hand still upon the wall he paints. His head tilts as he listens for the response. But it is not just of that, no. He listens for meaning and intention. Listen for the little tic of a lie or the ooze of one what's sucking the fuck up.
The greatest surprise of all is that he does indeed find himself surprised. His chin lifts with it, hand coming right off the wall, and he looks upon this newcomer real thoughtfullike.
He says. "A REGULAR MOTHERFUCKING MIRTHFUL DONNED IN GUISE DECEIVING. Where be your holy paints, brother? COME CLOSER. Come to him." He pats the floor in the same way an adult pats for a child to sit.
"ALL THINGS BEGET EACH OTHER," He says once Albert is properly seated, even if it's a distance away. He doesn't consider that Albert might deny his request. "Death becomes life becomes death. DAY BECOMES NIGHT BECOMES DAY. When the whole of the universe is destroyed, from all those bitty broken things shall come a new and beautiful creation. THIS IS WHAT WE OF THE FAMILY BELIEVE. This is what we know true to the core of marrow and the blood in our pumpbiscuit. I HAVE RECEIVED VISION OF ITS ADVANCE, AS IS PLACE MINE, THE VOICE OF THE MESSIAHS TWO." His eyes are sharp, normally. Two bright burns in the air. Now, when he speaks of this, they are glazed with distance, a soul so very far away. "Spoken through chucklevoodoo ancestral. THE BLOOD DIVERGED OF THEIR GREATNESS. I tell at you, little brother, it is already motherfucking here."
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The greatest surprise of all is that he does indeed find himself surprised. His chin lifts with it, hand coming right off the wall, and he looks upon this newcomer real thoughtfullike.
He says. "A REGULAR MOTHERFUCKING MIRTHFUL DONNED IN GUISE DECEIVING. Where be your holy paints, brother? COME CLOSER. Come to him." He pats the floor in the same way an adult pats for a child to sit.
"ALL THINGS BEGET EACH OTHER," He says once Albert is properly seated, even if it's a distance away. He doesn't consider that Albert might deny his request. "Death becomes life becomes death. DAY BECOMES NIGHT BECOMES DAY. When the whole of the universe is destroyed, from all those bitty broken things shall come a new and beautiful creation. THIS IS WHAT WE OF THE FAMILY BELIEVE. This is what we know true to the core of marrow and the blood in our pumpbiscuit. I HAVE RECEIVED VISION OF ITS ADVANCE, AS IS PLACE MINE, THE VOICE OF THE MESSIAHS TWO." His eyes are sharp, normally. Two bright burns in the air. Now, when he speaks of this, they are glazed with distance, a soul so very far away. "Spoken through chucklevoodoo ancestral. THE BLOOD DIVERGED OF THEIR GREATNESS. I tell at you, little brother, it is already motherfucking here."