andorra ; district nine ; cbd2

God. I've always sworn to 'im, yet never believed in Ripred, or the bible which his followers read. Fuckin' loonies the lot of 'em. Shame Vati believes in him, though I always knew he wasn't, ya know, all there, if you getting what I'm on. Shoulda worked on getting him gold and other valuable stuff from diggin up people, and instead I gave him a bible. I didn't know at the time, but shoulda used it for the fuckin' fire. Would've been a hella lot more good there, not firin' up more damn crazies. 

It's amazing all of the trash that people shove in the ground with 'em. All the riches which I look for, the ones with little more than a pretty penny, are too damn rare. Too full of the shit which Vati gets from me, gifts. He doesn't get that they're valueless. Keep's that stupid grin plastered on -- don't want that fallin off in the middle of the night. God it's a shame that we're twins, Vati and I. All the tricks that he belivied. 

It only took him 2 days to work out he weren't adopted. Classic. He only gets worse, trust me. Humour, competely lost on the kid. Acts like he's 5 all the fuckin time. Favourite moment was like, when we were little. Pushed the lil' shit into a new grave we dug. I told him he was dead and I'd bury him. He cried for 20 minutes straight. Ya see what i have to deal with? 

Trust me. Fuckin'. Nightmare