“People stop inviting you places, and you are judged publicly for all of your private insecurities.”
Goodnight world, sorry about the mess. Something is clearly wrong with me.
It turns out heaven is a two-bedroom apartment off the corner of North 4th and Nottingham, your body the Garden of Eden reconstructed so many years after we bit that damn apple to its core.
Hellfire awaits. Hellfire awaits.
My grandfather on his deathbed said “they have no eyes.” Still give me chills…
Everyone knows that you go to hell based on how many fruit roll ups you eat over your lifetime.
“No. This is not Hell. It’s not Heaven either. This is the Black Farm.”
“So, the transient is a decoy and the house…”
“Is a trap, yes.”
Mikey thought this over for a moment and shrugged. “Then f*ck it. Let’s go get trapped.”
The crevice in front of him began to widen until he could see into it and he realized the opening was emitting a faint red light, almost pink. Squinting into the light, he could just barely make out the shape of something…
My fundamental issue is with the actual logic of the events surrounding the so-called original sin. See, I’m of the opinion that Eve didn’t commit the original sin and that the concept itself is flawed.