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"The power of prayer is very real for some people." "Ya, well, a million Hail Mary's didn't turn me into a girl." "I'm sorry." "You think there is a chance I could go to church one last time?" "Of course." "This park's beautiful." "All of God's creatures right?" "I guess. I wanted to be a girl ever since I can remember." "Who wouldn't want to be a girl? We're so much prettier than boys. You're kinda pretty." "You make it look so effortless." "Don't let the final picture fool you. This is two hours of hard labor in the morning." "No, it's in everything you do. The way you walk, the way your hair flows, the way you move your hips. Perfect." "Are you flirting with me?" "I'm dead." "Right." "Still, yours is the face I wanted to see in the mirror every morning. Just perfect." "I donno. But you know what Stan, so are you." "I think we both know that's not quite true." "You're sweet, you're honest. You got great style. You'd a made a good woman." "Would've, could of. But I got screwed." "Ya, it's all part of His plan. That's what they say" "That's what they say." "Why you going to church?" "It's where you talk to God Daisy. It's his house." "You bastard." "Stan!" "Hypocritical, no good, backstabbing, judgmental. You said that we were all God's children. Except the freaks. Except for me. Why would God do this to me?" "Do what? Have you die this way?" "Have me live this way. God doesn't love all creatures Daisy."
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