Leggings - bright lights and too familiar stars!
I went away – down to the bright lights – where people work and play harder, faster, cleaner.
Never expected anymore action. However Satan has followers everywhere – and if he doesn't – then they arrive short of breath and full of evil.
Last Saturday, a full cast featuring the butcher from Mo's came to work out their muscles on me in S'bury's – even shouted aloud.
This week the nightly torture gang – who seemed to be in the area before me – which explains where the ball gatherer and her experimenting Mum went too – have been in full voice. Apparently the promise of riches never fails.
Strangely today, the worst of the Satanic Hag appears workng her way to the top of the stairs with her talons outstretched, on her hands and knees – to express her dissatifaction to my reading of the Lego Bible which in the end was too specific about daughters of Lot – for me to finish reading about them.
"We don't do that in church," she cried out annoyed, "Never, and I'll make sure that everyone knows she can't teach religion, as there's a job going locally."
There was a bit of a hub-hub going on. Discussion of whether it was right for me not to finisn that reading – whether it was too much for a child to hear.
"Finish the job," she ground out, "You know how we do it, we go grab the post, we get to the Councils about it, we grab any houses she might be entitled too. We use anyone and anything to get whatever we want!"
"Yes Oh Great Priestess!" said her faithful worn out team.
I ate a cheese sandwich, not being awfully well today, and then some Wotsits whilst I thought all this over. Only the day before they had been active in the Charity shops trying to instigate sales so that they could claim I used them! Hey I love charity shops?
Doesn't everyone? I like normal shops too...
I have my eye on a new bag. Wine coloured and about half price. Very nice!
Its so sad that its not mine! Sorry Satanists I can't be bought with a bag.
I had one of those dreams some weeks ago. The kind that wake you up and make you shake all over.
I was talking to someone and suddenly looked down, and saw the demons, dark twists of flame scrabbling at a seal which covered the floor.
I woke up then, in a state. How long will it be before it's too late? How many lies and hurts more can loosen it enough?