biblical times.

all your sins

huehuegue not enough people know about in trousers so go listen. go, get educated.

"relax, marvin, relax," the feminine voice said above me.

"i know, i know, okay," i shouted into the void.

dark was all i saw. a dark, black, empty void ahead, behind, to the side. my voice echoed seemingly endlessly.

"why don't you love me," another female voice entered from my left, loud and sad.

"love me for what i am, marvin," a third entered from my right.

"it's driving me crazy, sweetheart," the second voice cried, "you're going to marry her?"

"yes, yes i am! why, why does it matter," i sat down on the surface below me.

"you don't love her marvin," the first voice echoed from above.

"what do you mean," my voice cracked as anxiety flowed through my body. where the hell am i, why am i here.

"hold me," the girl from my right whined.

"no, why," i dropped my head to my knees.

"he's not going to," the second girl said.

"marvin has an aversion to the female body," the first and second woman said in a monotonous chorus.

"what will marrying me change," the third woman screamed.

"i love you, so i will marry you. you care for me, you comfort me, you make me feel worthy," i clenched my fists and shouted back to the voice in the void.

"im not your mother marvin."

"neither am i."

"nor i."

"marrying her won't solve your problems."

"marrying her won't take away your past"

"or my sins," my voice was quiet. "then what am i to do with myself?"

it was a queer little thing.
that's it for words.