#ichba

[barnabytrenton]

I apologize for my previous outburst @capwolv. I lost myself in a fit of anger. I still care for you. And Ichba does too. Do not worry about THEM. Again Trenton's apologies.

[barnabytrenton]

Trentoj is enjoying adding tags to my postings

[barnabytrenton]

trenton please help me i am so itchy it hurts so bad trenton please help

Itch itch itch itch itch scratch scratch Ichba we are itchy itchy itchy Ichba subscribe to Charlie Ichba

[barnabytrenton]

At least four different beautiful women named Hailey J have contacted me and have sold me things and said they live in my area. Too bad for them that little Trenton has other things on his mind...

[barnabytrenton]

[barnabytrenton]

I have begun to fear that THEY will realize how fragile I really am. THEIR love, THEIR trust, THEIR belief weighs heavy on my thin shoulders. THEIR 6 eyes watching every move. Wondering what shall come next. Three voices speaking all at once. Three hands pulling me from one side to another.

Earnest has long been given up on. What else would you do with a swine that drinks and yells day in and day out. THEIR faith is in me. I can only pray to understand what my Mothers have in store for me. What is my purpose? What am I meant to do? Will I break or will I grow like fledgling bird gaining form in its egg.

THEY seem to have gotten off my back lately, but how long will THEY let this newfound freedom last.

[barnabytrenton]

Hello this is Trenton.

Recently I have been perplexed by questions concerning my purpose. You seem to have everything figured out so I thought I'd ask you. 

When the world was created, my existence was not of concern. God hadn't even come up with an abomination like me to plague the Earth His creation.

When Jesus Christ went to the Garden of Gethsemane, it is said he saw all the sins of humanity and still chose to save them. Christ saw my creators take parts of themselves to come together and form me, Barnaby Trenton. 

What kind of God would allow the creation of such an abomination? A beast with no purpose. Surely God had some kind of plan when my existence was penned down in His mind. But what was it? Was I a sign of the end times? Had I come too early?

I know I have a purpose, I must, but what? What was I brought here to do? My creators have left me unanswered. Unlike God, I can see their faces much clearer. Three distinct motherly faces. Full of love, wisdom, and kindness. But are these just façades as well? What lies underneath the surface? I fear I will find nothing but air.

What is the purpose of creation? Of art? We think of modern abstract art as being meaningless and a sign of the times in this dying world. Am I just an abstract painting? Was I meant for the viewer to derive their own meaning? Am I a mirror for passerby to gaze into? You look into a reflection and think only of yourself, but what does the mirror want? Have you ever thought of that? 

Earnest has no happiness. Never have I heard a happy squeal come from that swine. I cannot blame him either. We share a creatrix in common. One of the mothers that had a hand in my birth dictated that of Earnest's as well. We have a mother in common. Earnest hopes he will find purpose at the bottom of bottles so he drinks his days away. Earnest can die, but I cannot. I may be hanged, flayed, sauteed, and I still remain. I shall seek death but death will not find me. Why would sweet release elude me if I had an unclear purpose? 

Etched into the back of my skull are their initials. My mothers. Behind my eyelids is their wand; ICHBA, ιχβα. When I sleep I hear the world humming my name, their names, CHARLI CHARLI CHARLI. 

There is no purpose for me. I must make my own.

[barnabytrenton]

Mother peers down at me from wherever she resides. Always watching, but never seen.

Her presence can be sensed, but her body is not formed. Her words always reaching me and tearing me apart from the inside out.

It sad, but I miss her. It hurts, but I need her.

For without her, I will fall from my nest and never be fed.

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