we agreed. i think.

she kept her attention on me for some time. i got a little song in my heart. 'magic moments...filled with love'...she was saying if i was damned i could have this or that. said no thanks, i was not properly damned; as she isn't either. so i can have heavens [which she thinks are a proper punishment for those vicious goods] so i said not bothered dear. if i don't like them i won't go. said what about a home for us instead? all these smashed up little Gerries? i can be their nan.cook nice veg curry an rice. beds. baths. tv. a nice garden. fruit trees. trouble with heavens is you never know if you on fire. she thought about it. yep. i'm right. thought she'd like that idea. then am i good or evil? asked her which is she? we all kind of young to be knowing anyhow. and yes i will let her have a fag, if she lets me have fags too. tried reading poetry but she was obviously building heavens out of it so i tol her no. people shuld have either what they earn or deserve; and in any case design the place themselves. do i like spiders; not right in me earhole no, i said. they'd be happier on earth anyway. oh she said. anyway asked her to bring me to her. told her gay is the devil. and so us Gerries were made God but we were going that way anyway,but he cut us up like a cheesecake and stuck in all various and has been stting us up to be in hell. along with everyone else. she accepted. i told her charity begins at home. no-one ever cared about us at all. so we build our nice home. i also got that myplace from elohim. wil gather these kids and help them grow up first. my turn for happiness, and theirs. so all the lot of you moronic arseholes can wait. til they grown up. so she seems to think i can do it all. told her no. its one thing at a time. and i think i might die out anyway. if i do she's to do the same on her own.
somehow i feel everything now is going to different. you see i didn't tell her off. and no i don't hit children.