Loutermilch/Dialogues

• Thank you, Blake.
• Very... Very generous of you.
• O be careful little eyes what you see, O be careful little eyes what you see...
• There's a Father up above, And He's looking down in love, So be careful little eyes what you see...
• O be careful little hands what you do, O be careful little hands what you do...
• There's a Father up above, And He's looking down in love, So be careful little hands what you do...
• O be careful little mouth what you say, O be careful little mouth what you say...
• There's a Father up above, And He's looking down in love, So be careful little mouth what you say...
• Hello! Hello, oh thank God you're alive.
• I need you to stay calm. We're going to get you help, we'll get you out of there.
• I want you to find a place to hide, someplace safe where you can remember the taste of her kiss when you felt her neck break you diseased cocksucker.
• You were jealous. You were frightened.
• You're not evil, Blake.
• Just confused.
• You don't have to hide.
• Let me help you.
• I remember being a young man.
• You've always been so nervous. You don't have to be.
• If you've done something, I want you to tell me.
• Anybody asking you to keep a secret is lying to you.
• What did you do to her?
• You can't keep a secret from yourself.
• Not telling isn't the same as not lying.
• What don't you know, Jessica?
• What are the two of you doing in here?
• Let's step back into class, please.
• You're not in trouble yet, Blake...
• You don't want to get in trouble, do you?
• I want you two to tell me what you were doing in here.
• Were you misbehaving?
• Do I need to call your parents?
• Jessica, do I need to call your father again?
• I only want us to be friends.
• Nobody's in trouble yet.
• Does one of you think you can make this right?
• Jessica? Jessica look at me.
• Will you pray with me? Will you help me make this right?
• Why don't you go along home, Blake?
• Did I interrupt something between you two?
• Then what did you want?...
• You won't say?
• You know... shame is a gift from God... To let you know right from wrong.
• And what you want is very wrong.
• Go home and pray.
• Blake, please... this is awkward enough.
• Nothing's the matter but I need you to leave us.
• Everything's okay.
• You can leave, young man.
• Walk away.
• Stop!
• I don't know what... you think you saw.

Recordings

• Dear Lord, sweet Jesus, forgive my sins and accept my gratitude. Thank you God for killing the child.
• You removed the temptation beyond what the flesh you made was able to resist.
• I'm weak, but you are strong for me. How generous. You gave me life, you gave me talent.
• The gift of music, and mathematics, and love. Those fleeting moments we can preserve in which music and math become the same thing.
• You let me share my bliss with the children. Who may be able to take my bigger talents and turn them into glory.
• Let me share in their wanted path to adulthood. Those moments when a child learns those things everybody else knows, but doesn't talk about.
• She was so ripe with possibility. So resilient, smiley, flirty. Never even aware of the power she had.
• And you killed her. You saw what she was. The sin rested on her shoulders as much as on my own. You took her, and I could not.
• You killed her, but I never told a soul. I kept your secret, our secret. Thank you, never told a soul. You let the small sorrow of her suicide wash over the unnacceptable tragedy of her murder.