you ‘n me both, handsome. I’d say
we chain a few heavy cement blocks
to it before dropping it off in the middle
of a lake, but I’d pity the poor fish that
have to endure whatever it unleashes
down there.
Don’t say that, Linda. As a matter of fact, if I ever see that cursed book again, I’m going to run it over in the Delta until it’s been turned to mush.
Oh, Linda. Don’t you know that you’re the biggest piece of the whole damn pie? Ashley J. Williams ain’t going nowhere in the universe without his sugarplum by his side. Scout’s honor.
who says there’s 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 living
up there? like I said, as above
﹠ so below are whatever you
want it to be, honeybun.
knowing you, heaven would be
bottomless beer, the 𝒹elta ﹠
a sea of cassettes. ( hopefully )
little ole me, too. y’know, for
whenever you need some
lovin’.
Shoot. Any of those beats you turning into a deadite (again) . . .
That’s an interesting way of looking at things, Linda. I’ll tell ya, I may not a hundred percent sold on a big man living in the sky, because of all the death, blood, and destruction I’ve seen in my —
I dunno, 𝒶shley . . . what does that
make me, then? a figment of your
wild imagination? a ghost? a
memory?
because if that’s the case, then
I suppose it could be however
you’d envision it to be. ( besides,
I don’t think those entities would
have let me climb to heaven. )
Ain’t that the God’s honest truth.
Tell me something, Linda. When you were gone, you know, after idecapitatedyouwithashovel, where did you go? Heaven? Hell? Purgatory?
I guess what I’m trying to ask is, what’s it like on the other side?
arms cross, brows knit together as
sharp gaze shoots daggers towards
the stranger. ❛ yeah, I’d say so ——
is this normally how you approach
people you don’t know? ❜