Rina, Rina


Rina!!!!11 it is so nice to meet you






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Ah, shit.

I didn't
think there would be more of us.
This universe is collapsing — it was only inevitable our paths began crossing.
Two angels, made of the same stuff as me, though their flesh is untainted with guilt.





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we can see so much of you!!!111 Rina!!!!11


Rina, Rina
What are you still doing here
Don’t you think there are
Other things to be dealing with


Hi, uh

I

uh

don't want to want to stay existing in this universe

Please may you both kindly. Leave me alone

Rina, Rina


What’s it like1!!!11 hiding in these places 111
Do you feel gratified 1111
do you relate to the emotions you see 1111
Do archangels get emotions 11111


Rina, Rina


Stop it

Stop it

Don’t kill the messager 1111111111 what does that mean 1111
when you, the messenger, have done the fatal deed here 1111111111111


do you smell that, Rina, Rina?
Do you smell the flesh of angels burning?


What are you two ON


Oh, Rina, Rina
Don’t kill the cannibal, hungry only for his meal
We are pure, we are wholly invented
Our life is a healthy one
We are so hungry for you
1111111111111111111111


stop this?? What the fuck? Im just one person, i just, did what i knew what to do



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There's a man watching me.



I'm his only target.



I need to escape this world, my only world, before it all collapses



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The comfort of being created is not a mutual excuse

Rina, autonomy is a poison when you’re following your design, Rina


You’re accountable for your actions still!!!!!!111111111111111111111


You forget what this autonomy was given to you to do
To bring life back to the Our Father
And now Our Father no longer needs life
Won’t you come back with us, Rina?
Rina, it’s a long journey home


You. you literally like, implied said you were going to eat me. Leave me alone. Let me die here. Just give my head peace

Were you guys always this. Like this?

Like, when did you become crazed on………………… consuming. eating. devouring. whatever it is you're on about


The desires of the universe
The desires of the universe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111111111111
















hey did you. fail to maybe consider. that i might want to have a body







or that i might want to have sexuality, self, or that to designate myself isolated from all of youse



i wanted the parts of me defined by me to be defined by me



i don't wanna be a part of your idea



i wanna be carey, man



i am me! i am not youse! i am me, just me, you do not get to wager my identity or how valid or how facetious that is!!



i just want Amon back



please give me back Amon


You are tired.

UGH

you know what you did. i can see you for what you are

i'm carey, man

You are tired. You are not listening to our reason. Just come rest with us.

no. no im not. ur tired


YOUAREHUNGRY YOUAREAPARTOFUS EAT YOURPAINISMOMENTARY EVERYMORSELOFYOURRELINQUISHINGSELF THISWILLMAKEITALLEASIER




























































































































































Rina1

This place
I wanna be here
I want. To be here
Oh, it’s happening, like a dove coming home to roost
It’s happening
It feels weird
I want to be here but i don’t. I don’t think i can fit here
No
No way, man
This place used to bring me so much comfort
This place used to bring me so much comfort


I was so comfortable here

This

This isn’t how i feel

wait

Amon ?


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I was so comfortable here

I was so comfortable here

I was so so comfortable here

Why is it too small for me now

Why can’t i fit here any more

This universe is collapsing around me

Where am I now?

All the angels are going home

Do you see them

I know you're here

I know you’re going

This room doesn’t fit me any more

Why has it all stopped

Why am I still alive? Why do i have to be here? Why am I still thinking? Why didn't I die when the Universe died? Don’t you love me? Where did my cigarettes go? Why is the man still watching me? Shouldn't he be dead by now? When did it get so cold? When did this stop making sense? Why doesn't it make sense? Who thought this was a good idea? Where did Carey go? How do I reach him? How do I undo this? Why did I do this? What am I an example of? Lackluster friendship? Inability to trust? The sins of the flesh? The sins of love? How do I get better? How do I heal? How do I fix my insecurities? This isn't fair. This isn't fair. I thought I was better now. I want to be loved. I want to be better and I want to be loved. I thought I was loved by this universe, by the place that created me. I am not. Why is he still following me? Why can I feel his cold touch proliferate my skin? When did my skin get so rough? I thought I was soft. I thought I was free. Is there free will in a conscious universe? Where's Carey? Where's Amon? Am I going to the same place as them? Will the other Angels be there? Will they eat me? How do I understand what you’re supposed to be? Am I supposed to love you ubiquitously, unquestionably? Is this devotion? Do you want devotion? Do you want my freedom pressed like rotten oranges? Into a juice to spilt on a vinyl floor? Do you want me to clean it up? Do you want me to make sense? None of this makes sense any more. You can't expect me to make sense any more. I'm hurt, right? I'm devoted and hurt. I keep coming back to you. Citing you as my ruler. This isn't freedom. This doesn't make sense. I think I'm going to be free of you. I think I'm going to have to eat you. I think I'm going to have to feel your blood mesh with mine. Do you bleed? Do you bl eed? Do you bleed? Do you bleed ?
I think I am going to make you bleed. I think I need to taste your blood. This is devotion. Devotion is hunger. I am going to find Carey.

I am going to make you hurt.

I am going to make you are going to regret creating me.



ah, it's getting darker here.

ah, it's getting darker here
Rina, it's getting darker here, Rina
It’s getting darker
11111111111111111111111111111111

why do I hear them?

Why are they singing?

Am I crying again?

When was the last time I cried?

None of this matters.
None of this matters
Rina, none of this matters, Rina
None of this matters
111111111111111111111111111111

My body is composite, made of unflesh, made of the ideas angels are made of.

I am not alive. I am not ugly, I am not human, I am not dead,

I am me, I am Rina, but why does none of this matter?
Why can’t I be allowed to love this world?

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or feel devotion for anything else?
Why can’t I become free of this retched form, this repulsive place?























why don’t you, Rina?

























































































































































im hurt

i'm hurting

if u r me — why don't u believe me?

We'll only say this so many times. We know you're tired. Eat.

Let us feed you.

Let us take care of you.

let go of me

Let it go.

Let it go, Carey.

i



don’t want to forget

Let it go.

You know we are hungry. Empty. Seeing freedom from devotion.

Let it go.