Sermon Two | Text

[inheavenslight]

I have been here for a week, and so far I have learned the following things:

1.) Nothing here makes sense.
2.) Animals are not supposed to talk, and they do. I think I prefer birds when they didn't have conversations outside my window.
3.) Everyone seems to carry their witchbook around, people should lock them up someplace.
4.) There are a lot of strange folks here with odd ways.
5.) What is there to do besides sit around?
6.) Why am I even writing this in here? Note to self: invest in a journal.

Comments

[voice]

[inburningshadows]

You were busy brooding and making lists. I didn't want to interrupt.

Re: [voice]

[inheavenslight]

So instead, you use the witchbook. [Walks to Abel.]

[voice ---> In Person]

[inburningshadows]

Yes. [Oh that accursed fondness rises again before he closes the book. He sliding it into a drawer easily.]

You seemed rather intent on arguing with people who replied to you in the first place.

Re: [voice ---> In Person]

[inheavenslight]

Because when someone on a huge system is wrong, they must be corrected.