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Uaah-aaaaoooouuuuuhhh owww oww oww uuuuhhhuh.
That was sharp and good. It's true, it doesn't break the bones.
But God it hurts. And I can feel how the pain's growing as the sweilling around the nail starts and it throbs inside my foot.
I shake my head against an attack of nausea from that ugly sense of the presence of that foreign object Otherwise... keep that foot as still as possible. Thank God for the tight binding.
It's just about bearable for now because there's no weight on it yet.
Must be ready for the next blow, breathe in deep, another scream from deep within will help with it...

Oh my god ... I just saw blood spurting into the air ... this is terrible!!!
 
You did? Sorry!
I didn't, but then I had my eyes closed when it went in!
I don't feel any streams of blood running down, I think the wound is sealed with the nail going through.
With the footrest there's hope that it will not rend open into a huge gaping tear.

Blood spurted from your left foot, but not the right. He is good, but not perfect :rolleyes:
 
And you forgive him for crucifying Barb, too?
This is not a moment when I want to be angry because it's past pointless now.
But if you bring that up, it's a different story.
I deserve a punishment befitting someone of my station, not the humiliation of public crucifixion, and naked too, like a lowly commoner or a slave. I protested but no one listened. They just stripped me, had me flogged and now have forced me to carry my own cross!!!
Nevertheless..
At this moment now, if you forgive me, I'm not thinking about Barb all that much...
I'm a bit self-centered right now...
my world of the instant, it is about me, me, me being nailed to my cross.
 
Stretch her upon her cross, Hasturan. Nail her to the beam, as you must.

I will watch, and I will weep. She says she deserves it.... to have her courage nailed to wood for all to see.

I will weep.
 
This is not a moment when I want to be angry because it's past pointless now.
But if you bring that up, it's a different story.

Nevertheless..
At this moment now, if you forgive me, I'm not thinking about Barb all that much...
I'm a bit self-centered right now...
my world of the instant, it is about me, me, me being nailed to my cross.

They never think about what we want ... But pretend to know!

Sad really! ;)
 
This is not a moment when I want to be angry because it's past pointless now.
...I'm a bit self-centered right now...
my world of the instant, it is about me, me, me being nailed to my cross.

The bounds of reality close in. Part knowing that the nails signal the end, but doesn't the pain mean you're alive? And the end has not come. It's approach is so imperceptible so as to be unbelievable. Your mind recoils, but your body wants to adapt, to convince you that you are surviving, that it can go on. Concentrate on this reality, learn your circumstances. Isn't that the way?
 
I think this nightmare has gone too far

Too late to stop now.

You can't do that. Please.

Can't leave me half-done here.

I hope you didn't start something you couldn't finish...

don't you realize from here on ... the only way is up?

And I want to find out. How it goes. The raising.

peculiarities? you?
Once I'm up it's simple wordless suffering. No affectations, no pretenses. Utterly exposed, everyone seeing me for what I really am. And so what you see is perhaps disappointingly plain. But that's what it is. And each time you blow out a candle you could watch the tendrils of smoke rise and curl and each time they're a little different but really it's much the same.
They never think about what we want
They'd counter, that's not part of our job description.
 
Too late to stop now.

You can't do that. Please.

Can't leave me half-done here.

I hope you didn't start something you couldn't finish...

don't you realize from here on ... the only way is up?

And I want to find out. How it goes. The raising.


Once I'm up it's simple wordless suffering. No affectations, no pretenses. Utterly exposed, everyone seeing me for what I really am. And so what you see is perhaps disappointingly plain. But that's what it is. And each time you blow out a candle you could watch the tendrils of smoke rise and curl and each time they're a little different but really it's much the same.

They'd counter, that's not part of our job description.

This is taking forever ... I will be dead before he ever finishes nailing you!
 
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