The Evil Choice of Woman or Man

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A Horrible Refuge

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Hearsay and Gypsies

“Yes it is that!” Deborah said, “It is a gypsy trick to try to pretend there is someone to distrust in anyone who dares not to show what they're about when there's a competence in that someone to seem satisfied with them not knowing!”

Sophie looked at her and answered: “I thought gypsy tricks were about trying fool you into saying to yourself that there's no hidden danger. I mean - if there's anything to the gypsies - it's that they keep their thefts hidden that way!”

“I mean that they pretend that in order to have it there either are no dangers to disguise, or else they have the right to accuse that person! In such circumstances they often manage either to steal or to put blame on such a person. Often they even do both things at once!”

“It is not a gypsy cunning in the first place to be able to seem real about circumstances that are about the dangers of not knowing! It is not they who would be able to pretend as though there were not any reasons to believe oneself to have nothing to do with whomever they could perhaps otherwise distrust in such a way!”

“I find it in you not to admit that she who took your money wasn't all about seeming innocent. Instead she was about trying to feel innocent by your comparison!”

Sophie looked thoughtful. “I wasn't sure about her! It's not quite certain to me, even, if that lady was a gypsy! She seemed to act the way one could expect from one, I think. But since she was not quite dark-skinned and not dressed as a gypsy woman, she still seems possible as something else. But, true, that aside, I could be into a predicament of that they are sly that way, and that it's they who trick people into seeming guilty somehow.”

Now Deborah looked thoughtful. “I presume it's the gypsies who aren't very fond of being the way one could expect them to be! But still there seems to me to be, in their culture or something, that kind of a strategy!”

“Of pretending another person is guilty by having him or her seem to hide whatever he or she didn't think about emphasizing? Yeah! Perhaps it's really something they did for survival way back when they started wondering around!”

“Yes! Exactly that! It's about that they evilly pretend we should watch out for ourselves and thereby catch us of guard, sometimes. When we are, they skillfully steal something form ya!”

“Debbie, it's not a certainty that they would pertain to that still in this day and age, except to the extent they still steal from us. I mean they aren't necessarily the ones using that trick nowadays - even if it is, perhaps they who invented it!”

“I agree! But they have stolen from us, or at least it's probably they, that is - and once I'm sure it was a gypsy lady who did pick-pocket me, because she seemed to be the one to pretend I was pretending as if nothing about the ability I might have to pick a boyfriend among her people1 She was evilly vindictive about it, probably! I can't but know that it was she who stole my wallet just to show me that they were in charge of each other, and not I, some stranger, who was. ...”

“You mean she really despised you that much for wanting a boyfriend among her people!?”

“I guess so. I'm not sure about the way she thought about me, nor my fellow on the side! I presume she happened to feel I was insolent, and I can feel that some others I know would also have avenged it!”

“Then perhaps you would be the one to blame for it!”

“Even so I don't feel they have the right to retaliate that easily! I mean I was just checking them out, those two gypsy men, who seemed rather handsome, the two of them! Also, I was trying to flatter them! Even so she retaliated as if there was something wrong with that I even looked at her people!”

“Okay, Deb! I agree that perhaps there's something to what you've just told me! But I still feel that you have to retaliate a little less against those people! I mean that you're being superficial if they are to be defined as crooked all the time just because of that once!”

“It's not safe at all to presume it was only that one time! I feel, thereby - of course, isn't it?! - that there's not at all retaliation in just saying to myself that they aren't always trustworthy!”

Sophie looked thoughtful again. “Okay. I'll help you retaliate that, but on one condition! It isn't me that they should be into seeing as the one who is after their skins in this! It's you who should obviously be the one to stick her neck out, if anyone, that is!”

Debbie sighed. “Of course, Sophie! Yeas, of course I'll be the one to take most of their hatred for this! I already feel their sympathy couldn't be there, so yes, I'm ready to take that!”

After two weeks, the two women had, with some help from both of their families, spread the word in their neighbourhood that gypsies were evil people. This had seemed like nonsense to some, but as old news to others. But they had fended for their words by spreading that they also were pretending others were guilty and that they thereby got away with being it themselves. This the gypsies were now beginning to retaliate against them for.

Firstly, it said in a newspaper that the two women, and both of their families, seemingly, it said, were prejudice blackmailers, who stopped at nothing for seeming insulted by people who were already outcasts. Secondly it said that they were trying to warn people about something that actually didn't exist, namely that gypsies were, supposedly, more keen than others on pretending those who don't know their hiding something should be still viewed as wanting to hide it. The article sort of disproved the notion of that they did so by referring to a situation where gypsies had been harassed by several people without being able to defend themselves. it said that they could have done so by pretending one of them was hiding that he was cunning at ruling them all, and that they were quite obviously not keen enough to do so.

The two women and their families defended themselves in by having it that they, the gypsies wouldn't even recognize such a possibility had they not been more keen on doing that than most people. They also stated that those who had attacked them probably simply had guarded themselves against such stuff, well enough for not even the gypsies to be able to pull that trick against them. It was not a certainty, they had it, that the gypsies wouldn't intimidate them so much that they weren't able to be aware of their own defences. This they wrote in an a letter to the editor of a rivaling newspaper, where they also wrote that the gypsies had “obviously been guilty of very much pretension about their issue! This is also what they usually do!” they stated, and continued: “Thereby such people cannot really be trusted about anything!” they concluded.

“But this is not our opinion!” the editors of that newspaper wrote after the column.

“I from here on will not ever try to seem to be responsible about this kinds of assertions!” Debbie said after reading it. “From here on, we shall not ever again pretend as if something about those damned gypsies! Instead, I will from here on fake that they are too innocent to believe! That way, perhaps, the public will claim hearsay against them and thereby make it self-evident that they pertain to being evil in the sense that they don't pertain to actual society!”

Sophie looked at her and answered: “How come you then feel that they are that guilty? I mean that they seem innocent in that you call it hearsay, those rumors you want to use against them!”

“I feel that it's hearsay that should be enough said about them! Thereby, I will feel superior by just pointing at them as the ones with whom hearsay is enough!”

“I can't presume you even know what you're dealing with! When I hear you say hearsay is the only way to define those people, then it seems to me that they haven't got any facade at all, since they are harassed by you so easily!”

“I can't believe my ears! But I will from now on consider you not to be my friend and thereby not one to be trusted much! I presume you will from now on also not view me as that friend you could be talking to at points!”

“I agree!” she answered, and with that they ended their friendship.

The Notion of Having a Real Good Family

Enthusiastically, cunningly and without remorse, she threw her fiancé's gift to her in the water. She felt he had betrayed her, and that she couldn't forgive him without there being an enthusiasm about having another man seem to be much more suitable for her. Upon humiliating with that, she could probably feel that the old relationship was not totally regrettable.

“I wonder,” she asked herself, “why I suppose I am the woman to be had at the same time as hating that man for feeling that about himself! But somehow,” she continued pondering, it wasn't true that he could possibly have been anything but a fake with her! This was so since she didn't seem to fit in, in situations where he seemed at home and at ease with faking that his assets where of much better quality than hers had been!

As she kept thinking about it, she said to herself that “I have no lust for the type of fellow who will cheat on me, even though I feel very much like cheating myself!” Even so, somehow, she threw herself enthusiastically into the kind of contexts where it wasn't allowed to be a cheater, just because she wanted to seem to be much better than him at not cheating, and thus win the confidence from the next guy to cheat with!

“I feel that I myself have an imbecile in me, for being the moron who enthusiastically pretends to be a none-cheater, while all my friends are cheaters, and keep on humiliating me as though I were the moron who should be treated as though there were no competences in me to see to my own good as were it an asset for others as well as the closest among my friends and other acquaintances!”

Thereby, she stood now, at the embankment's deep-water stretch, having thrown her engagement ring into the water. “I will now, from here on, never again feel tha the would be the guy to marry! I will never again feel that he would be my husband had he tried for eternity to become it! I will thereby erase his memory for all but the sore attitude I'll have about him forever, from now on!”

As she stood there, she sensed someone walking up beside her. She turned around and saw her brother. She looked him in the eyes and said: “You shouldn't have come here! No matter why you followed me here, you must tell me why you think what I'm doing is any of your business!”

“I followed you here because I wanted to make certain that you felt like saying something aobut what the engagement seemed to lead up to!”

“I felt that it led up to nothing but the type of nonsense about marriage that there is to a guy with no predicaments of feeling that we should be a couple forever after!”

“Then how come you stand still and seem to be pondering on what went wrong between you?!”

“I'm not pondering on what went wrong! I'm pondering on why I've become this half-ass bitch who doesn't care to be responded to by anyone but those who are against me in the sense that they don't care for morals and standards that I had when I grew up!”

“Then I don't care to find you to be anything but a nuisance for the friend of mine you were engaged to!”

“Then stop telling me that I should be the one to listen to you! Because I don't have anything here but the man I will regret that I ever came close, even, to marrying!”

“But why do you pretend he is the guilty one! He is nothing but the same sort that you are! You and he both cheat on each other! Both of you hate each other for it! And thereby you and he shall be forever bound by taht your engagement was of mutual contentment about the other partner suffering from that!”

She turned towards him. “What do you mean by that I shall be seen as nearly, even, the same as that man! It's he, and it isn't I, who ruined the marriage plans by cheating so that I could feel so bad about him!”

“He felt just about the same about you, sis, and thereby I proclaim the two of you to be just about as alike as all that! Moreover I shall soon enough be into serious business with him as a partner! I will not let you feel that I have a bad partner for all of that! It's you who are the mediocre spouse who tells herself not to be into seeming, even, to be loyal, and now that I have him as a partner, I will harass you about it, until you seem loyal to him - and thereby me as well!”

“I will not permit that you and he enter that partnership! I will not allow the wtwo of you to pretend I haven't fatally had it in him to cheat so bad that he doesn't seem fit for even being a business partner!”

“Then what about you and that business partner you had in Mark, who was my partner in bed for about two weeks?! I mean he was also a cheater who didn't seem to realize it wasn't too good to have fairly many others, while pretending to be with only me!”

“I don't agree with that that is at all alike! It isn't me who was into a le3sbian relationship in the first place! It is into gay and lesbian to be into a multitude of partners and you know that! Besides, I'm not bedding my new one until we have an engagement ring each, and so that's final about those dirty hook-ups of yours!”

“My liaisons and so forth are not to be seen as that dirty! We feel connected to one another in ways that cultivates essentials of togetherness! We don't just run around and feel for each other that tehre is some dirty story to be had here and now!”

“Then why do you feel that my ex-fiancé is anything but a dirty bastard?! And then why do you seem to be into relationships with them as though they were buddies and not the kinds of partners one should really take seriously?!”

“It's because I and my partners usually feel that it's outside a relationship that it should be, that stuff about trying to be faithful and to simple-mindedly pretend that everyone is evil who tries to stop whatever phoney obligations and stuff one is into when one deals with the so-called marriage or, like you, that very phoney status of being into that marriage should be!”

“Then how come you don't chose few partners for the sake of committing yourselves to each other?! There must be enough partners out there for you to commit yourselves to, even without there also being commitments on the side!”

“No! Whatever partner I chose must be committed to me, well enough for me to feel that I can be certain about her or him without that meaning that we should be into that relations on the side are too bad to have!”

“Then why do you feel that I have not thrown my engagement ring over the dock for the sake of pretending as if something about the way the see it when we are into a relationship of so-called status of being faithful and stuff?! How come you keep on nagging me as though there wasn't any commitment to be real about things, so that neither would be unfaithful and neither would be disloyal - in any other sense, either!”

“I say to you that there's no commitment on his side that isn't into the weird notions of pretension that he was forced to be into for the sake of keeping you satisfied. But that's just because of your faking attitudes that he had to have that pretension!”

“Then I will from now one never again speak to you as my brother! It is not a family that it should be to speak to one's sister as though she didn't have any commitment on his side!”

“I will from here on, then, see you as my idiot sister who doesn't pertain to morals, nor standards about living that are real about relationships being loosely held and thereby smart at willingness to admit one's problems with each other!”

“I feel as though you have embarrassed this family that I grew up with so much that we don't have anything left to say to each other! From here on you shall not be my brother and I shall not again speak to you as though you were!”

With that she left him where he stood, and went home to their parents and began to cry to their mother about him. She asked her to forgive him just the same, but she couldn't. Thereby she asked him to move our, as soon as he came back. But he didn't. Instead, she moved to another town and told everyone there that her brother was a man to ruin every family relationship that he got to have anything to do with.

“Forever after I shall be with me and my own family of friends! I have no family that are of that biological context that my mother has it is so trustworthy!” she though for herself, two years later, and committed suicide.

How I Feel about Murdering an Ex

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The Best Woman There Is

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Steve's Girlfriend

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The Predicament of not Having any Opposite-Gender Partners

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A Girlfriend of a Very Gay Man

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Catastrophy of a Cunning Attitude

“No, I can't feel I'm bad for them! But still they try to make me seem as though I insult their beings so much. It's not until now that I finally found out they're into seeing me as what they're relatives are! It is they who have relatives in those disgusting old hags who really are so repulsive that only they, who are their relatives, can endure thoughts of liking 'em!

“It is they, not I,” he continued, “who have it in them to fake that it's moral that isn't worthwhile about the appearance and so! It's just that the younger of the relatives oftentimes are pretty and thereby very smart at pretending it's I who am the nuisance that also they will be when they become old hags!”

His sister looked at him. “But then you can actually pretend as if they would never feel that they'd have to be beautiful just in order to even things out, about that their old relatives are so disgusting?”

“I can't believe they are anything but the same as they were! Those disgusting old fellows and hags, who really disgust people all around them - and then they have these mean descendants who pretend intensively that it's everyone else who disgusts people!”

“So you admit that it's not only the females that become disgusting with old age? Okay! But then I shall see to it that one cannot view them as possibly, even, anything but so evil that we shall not be humiliated by them again!”

“I've already tried that! But somehow people seem to view them as innocents, until they are made vulnerable by them, enough so that they aren't capable of tormenting them with how obvious it is! Please, sis, the notion of them as totally evil came as a real shock for me, as does it for everyone else who deals with their young as though they were not evil!”

“But how can we tell them apart?! I mean most old people could now and then look disgusting form me! I presume that you also can feel that way!?”

He sighed. “Yeah! I guess I can! But then again they don't seem as disgusting as all that! I don't know how to put this: They aren't as bad as those old parents or grandparents of the meanies that I have suffered from being acquainted with!”

“Okay! But then almost all the old people could be judged as just the same apart from that some are worse and some less bad, it seems! Because, I can tell that they are going to blackmail the hell out of our relatives if we campaign against their obnoxious defence for their disgusting elders!”

He sighed again. “I know. But they will thrive unless I do something about them!” he proclaimed. “Thereby, I will from now on not see them as my friends and/or would be lovers even if they try to be friendly - or lovely, that is - with me!”

“I doubt it they could ever revenge that from you! Because you are the one to be able to actually present them as being as evil as they really are, I think! We shall from now on, thereby, pretend as if something about that they are evil and we are good!”

“Okay! Then I shall present my assumptions about a stud that was there as my employer earlier this year! I can say that it's he and not the others of them that would be susceptible for the notion of himself as the stud to be harassed by them, instead of that I or others of our people be that!”

“I see! But what's your point - or what will be your strategy, that is - against him!?”

“Oh! We both have a second cousin who seems a lot like that guy! She is perfectly normal to speak to, but very arrogant against those who cannot feel they are superior to her! This will make him seem like the stud to harass, and thereby we will have that it's not us and our people they pester! Presumably at least, they will thereby pester him to the extent that they really kill his soul! And thereby, I shall see to it that I can proclaim them to be as evil as they are!”

She looked thoughtful. “Wow! Then perhaps we could also blame him for the incompetence of finding oneself to be of virtue for anything else but to prejudging those inferior as supposedly wicked and thereby supposedly very punishable!”

“Yes! I think we will manage to do that as well!”

The pestering against the two siblings who had spoken did go away, after they started to blackmail that former employee of the brother. Thereby, they also found themselves to be inaccurately pointed to as evil in the sense that they thought they were the only ones who had the problem of how disgusting and evil some seem to be. Because that had been the reputation they earned by complaining about their own situations about such things.

The blackmail continued for several weeks, before they were run into by someone who pointed at them as the so-called superiors of everyone by the means of trying to insult everybody who couldn't handle their look-alike of that former employee. But they responded by simply blackmailing that fellow as well, because, there too, they found a relative who reminded people of him. This look-alike was obnoxiously happy with complaining about people who were obnoxious about presenting actual problems that they had. He was seemingly supreme in that his obnoxious attitudes kept on winning ground against those who really had something to complain about.

From that point, their two look-alike blamers benefitted them into having a smart position against almost all potential enemies, they noted. Thereby, they felt very proud of having had their relatives seem superb compared to their out-of-family look-alikes, respectively. Thereby, the two siblings were superb on the markets of selling their goods, and they became notorious for having all they sold seem better than their competitors merchandise. This they did by having the competitors seem inferior at handling people who were troubled, by slyly making their two look-alike blamers present them as and/or provoke them into being evil about the kinds of problems those two were blaming their look alikes for their attitudes about.

But, this became a bubble that would burst. It happened when, several years later, one of their look-alike blamers was killed by a few people she had provoked. Since she was killed while pretending to be that former employee of her relative, this stopped him and her other relatives from going to the police, because they were quite afraid of being discovered. Thereby they avenged the murder by murdering three people whom they found to be involved with killing their look-alike blamer.

However, eventually, the vengeance was avenged from the other direction, which they in turn avenged back, too. There was thus a gangster war on, of sorts. Eventually, the two siblings and very many of their relatives had died from it. Then, finally, the police discovered it all, but the story was silenced in the press, as are very many others that are too embarrassing or those involved. Because, we have in our justice system a possibility for those accused as well as for the defendants to keep their trials and so on secret.

The murders and so that never are reported about are many. Even the thus darkened murders that have something to do with such look-alike blamers are not very few. It is only that they almost always are very embarrassing for the ones involved!

The Hatred

“There's a cruelty to be had!” the old man had said.

“I believe he meant,” Sonya said to her friend Angela, “that we should be cruel to those unfit for understanding that God is there for the resurrection of those who car to understand that he is there. In other words, we do not have to care at all about the atheists, and to the extent they tell us we're uncaring, we shall see to it that no one understands them as having a correct point of view!”

“I already did see it all that way” Angela answered. “Thereby, I'll go on trying to be a cruel and cunning person in that sense. And so should you! And to the extent they complain about it, we'll just not let them in on how to view God as the superb being he is, and thereby have them seem much more unjust than us.”

“I agree! Thereby we shall from now on always take it there are no cruelties in the Christian faith, and that it's always the atheists and so who cause all the trouble in the world!”

“Good! Then we can both go about trying to make them also seem ridiculous when they ridicule our state of mind of worshipping Christ!”

In that, the two sisters smiled at each other and took it there would form this be a smart aspiration to be having against those who thought they were the better ones just because they saw the world with logical eyes. Sonya added that she would go to the grocery store to see if there were any food there to use for the sake of seeming immature for the cruelty of being important enough to eat meat. Angela smiled at that and said she would follow.

When there, they met a store clerk who said they were welcome to look around but that he would have to be paid if they wanted any of the stuff he sold. The two girls looked around and found various vegetables that would suit their needs for being uncruel in the mentioned sense. After a while the two of them came back to the store clerk, each with a bundle of groceries.

The clerk weighed them and told them what they had to pay, respectively, for it. The two of them paid and then said goodbye. but before they left, one of them said: “I assure you we are not atheists like the rest of them, those customers that come here and have you seem so little by their comparison!” The store clerk looked at her in surprise and answered: “I am an atheist myself, so I don't feel very small about it!” the the two girls both looked at him and said simultaneously: “Thereby you shall burn in hell, for there is no peace for the atheists from now on!”

He looked at them in astonishment, then he said: “Why in the world do you think I believe that nonsense! I just told you I was an atheist, and atheists don't believe in such superstition! You both know, girls, that I am not an evil man, and that you are just being prejudice for the sake of pleasing your parents! I feel that you should both go to them and say that I am not affected by their curses nor those of these tow children of them that I hereby have about me!”

Sonya answered: “I don't look forward to that Christ shall not be ruling over the world, so that you and all the other atheists can be punished!”

“I do not mind that your opinion is as low as anybody's. But I do mind that you feel that I am trying to fend of the thought of that Jesus figure trying to take over the world. Actually, I don't care at all, apart from to the extent you expect me to be superficial enough to be even thinking about your nonsense!”

Angela then said: “You will see later that Christ will come down from heaven and then you shall all be punished!”

“I can't believe that! I don't know how they can teach you to believe such weird stories of how he shall be the ruler of this world from now on - and as though he hadn't already been put in that position by you!”

“I will not forgive you for calling that a nonsense statement! I will not forgive that you called my parents bad-ass parents who don't care for their children, just because they teach us Christ and not all the awful stuff that you learn in schools!”

The clerk looked gravely at her. “How come,” he asked, “ is there no reason in that head of yours!? You seem to be uninterested in caring about justice in the first place! And then you speak about us as if we were the ones to doom as though we were unjust!”

The girl looked at him with some contempt. “I will tell my parents that you are an atheist and that you will be evil enough to stop our world from being saved by the good Jesus Christ!”

“I will thereby acknowledge that you are so superstitious that your nonsense will be defended by their means of defending any nonsense they believe in!”

The other girl told him to shut up, because now they were going to have him to hell, and that without feeling a bit guilty about it.

Thereby the two girls went to their parents and asked them to shoot him. The next day they did. The girls rejoiced although they knew he had not been evil at all. He was only a man to be counted as Jesus' enemy. Now the two girls could feel self-confidence rise in that they had power over the atheists, in that he was surely going to hell!

But four weeks later, their parents were both dead. The store clerk had naturally warned his relatives about the girls' family. And they had naturally revenged the murder.

But, the two girls thought that was enough to put them in hell all of them. Meanwhile, their as they themselves, sooner or later, would naturally go to heaven, they thought.

They were put in a home for misfit children of parents who were part of the mafia, but who couldn't resist tempting their parents to be evil enough to obviously be a menace not to be thought of as anything but completely evil, no matter what they said.

This they thought of as a vengeance that would be only on the surface. But eventually the two of them grew older and began to understand that there was no cruelty in saying to oneself that one's soul is superb compared to atheists' souls. The tow girls thereby committed the crime of treachery against their parents, and now hated them for having taught them about Jesus and about how cruelty could change the world into His benefit and prosperity.

It Was an Encounter of Unfortunate Infidelity

Stella and Hans were having their second child. As it was born, even, Hans looked at her, his new-born, and established for himself that he felt that this second child of Stella was not his child. Very troubled by this, he soon after told both his wife and the hospital staff who had taken care of the delivery what he felt. A doctor who was there then looked at him and said: “I assure you, we can take a paternity test, if that's what you want!”

“Yes, I really very much think that would be adequate!” Hans answered.

After a few days, the paternity test showed that Stella's second child indeed had another father than Hans. Stella, who was very chocked by this tried to convince everyone that she hadn't slept with anyone else. “I assure you, Carl, that there must have been a look-alike of yours in our bed, then!”

To himself Hans thought about the weird attitudes there could have been about him, had he not been sensitive enough to tell immediately what he suspected. “I suspect there's no better way to find out than to look for that guy and then have it he should pay alimony for it, apart from that I would like to sue him for dealing in our business of some sort!”

Stella looked troubled. “Yes, of course,” she said after a while.

“I propose you see to it that no one ever set's his foot in the bed room, again, whom we don't both know for certain who he is!”

Stella looked thoughtful. “I suppose that they might come to us and pretend to be you, and then I would believe you and I do know that for a certainty!”

“I will rig up some hidden cameras then! I can even have them send signals to me at work, probably. But I'll have to check that with the boss, and then perhaps I can see to it that we get our alimony!”

“I don't suppose you feel that I need some privacy from whomever that is that will be at your work place spying on me?!”

“I suppose you don't really want us to get to know who that bastard is then, do you, Stella?!”

She sighed. “I believe I can find out who it is in some other way, dear! But, of course, I'm not completely sure unless the cameras do say something about the intrusions that could possibly be there!”

“It is the camera that shall say who that man is, apart form that he looks like me! So when will I have the knowledge of what you do when you're not at home?”

“Don't worry! I'll be at home almost always! I'll just go shopping a few times a week and perhaps once in a while go to mall where we found our furniture! I suppose that errand is of interest for you as well as me, dear?”

“Yes, I guess! But why don't you suppose that I'll be suspicious when you want to be away for that long without telling me in advance?”

“I suppose you don't know why I go there and find our furniture to be bought at spectacular prices?!”

“I don't know why there should be so little that says you could be with someone there and screw him while waiting for the delivery of the goods that you've ordered!”

“I will thereby see to it that you don't have to worry about that! I'll see to it that no one comes near me at that place!”

“I suspect that will not be an issue to discuss then, right, honey!?”

“That's correct, dear!”

“I will then see to it that there are people I'm related to there on the occasions that you go there! And if you go there without telling me first, then I will assume you're guilty of infidelity!”

“I suppose you will go there sometimes and find out with the staff where I've been when I was there?!”

“Yes, I might do that!”

“In order to find out, you could also find a person there to be your informer about me?!”

“I just might try that!”

“Then why don't you feel that we all should be into this stuff about weird accusations about the mall staff and stuff?!”

“I don't like the way that they feel about it if we have to go about it that way! It is as though you want me to tease them and as though they wouldn't react by taking the part of whomever is the one to challenge our marriage!”

“I can assure you that even I can speak to them so that they know that we need reassurance about what our enemies could be in that sense!”

“I cannot believe they wouldn't try to challenge that! Therefore I will go there myself and talk to some of their staff members, not to mention the director and so! ...”

A few weeks later Stella did go to the furniture mall and there he met some guy who told her that her husband had been there and said that there should be a lookout “against possible tormentors of the marriage he and you have!”

Stella said: “I assure you that all my stakes or ventures will be for the best of my family!”

The man looked at her and said: “I feel that you and August have something to be talking about, then!”

“I feel I have to do that!” Stella agreed.

“I was not until yesterday that he went here for us to know about it! How come your husband knows so much about the whereabouts you might have!?”

“I have to talk to august himself, please!”

“Okay, then!” he said and left.

Stella looked around. August was among the staff members who took care of deliverance of carpets. She went there during the time it took for the deliverance of a ornament for the kitchen, and looked for him.

She found him while he was talking to a few customers. He quickly glanced at her while talking to them, but did not interrupt himself until five minutes later. Then he just said: “Can I help you, madam?”

“I feel you and I have to talk! It's serious August! It seems I had a child with you after that time we screwed last June! Now my husband suspects that I've been screwing someone who is very dangerous for our marriage!”

“I suppose you then want me to tell him that I am not that kind of a danger for the tow of you!?”

“Yes, I wold want you to tell him something like that!”

“How come we didn't have a talk about that you were married in the first place!?”

“I didn't want to tell you, because then you would control my will to say to myself that I was in a happy marriage!”

“How come then do you feel now that I can tell your husband that I am not a threat to that?!”

“I feel that you have a responsibility to say that to him anyway! I also feel that you should not be pretending it was I who seduced you and not the other way around!”

He looked at her and said: “I feel that you don't feel that I don't know why you would lie to me in that case!”

“I feel that you are not responsible for me lying, but you are however responsible for me having to feel that you should have a sexual encounter with me!”

“I can't feel that I have had any sexual encounter where I was informed about the details of that girl whom I thought at first was a virgin!”

She looked at him and said: “I cannot feel so totally responsible for my actions as long as you can say that I feel superior for the sake of trying to keep out-of-place stuff away from real-life encounters!”

“Then I will say to your husband that I have had no chance to get to know that you were married!”

“Can't you say to him that you didn't feel he was a threat to the good type of relationship that you and I had!?”

“No, I can't feel like telling him that!”

“I can't believe that you don't feel that you and I had an encounter that wasn't good enough for us to uphold it as the type of responsible relationship that is not to be viewed as infidelity!”

“I can assure you that there's not any intent of being infidel on my part!”

“Then there is not any clue for him about why we had a relationship to begin with!”

“I can assure you that I have no idea of why there should be an intimate relationship on the side of a marriage that seems functional without it!”

“There isn't any marriage that can work that well! I feel you don't want to admit that a marriage is not an institution of intending to feel for each other that it was only the other partner who was worth it to stake one's ventures with!”

“I thereby tell you that there is no clue for me of how I should know that this view point of yours should be seen as the absolute fact you've been telling me that it is!”

“Oh! I don't feel that he needed to be informed, after all! It's he, not I, who hinders such good relationships form happening! It's he and not I who wanted this marriage to break up, because he, not I was into soar attitudes about me wanting to find out what it was like with real romance for a while!”

“I can't believe you really feel infidelity is so honest, and still feel that you don't have anything to loose by telling people that your husband is unseemingly confident that marriage should be the only alibi for being correct about an attitude that is not to be seen as real, as you put it!”

“I feel that you have a slack attitude, in that case! I also feel that you don't have the guts to tell him just because it's you and not me who wanted to open up for the relationship to happen! Moreover, I feel you don't have the right to intrude on me and my marriage as long as you don't admit that I have a right to go looking for romances that are adventurous and charming!”

“Then how come you feel that we had an encounter that was so beautiful that I should tell your husband that it was better than that it could threaten a marriage?! Because neither you nor I had anything to say about that marriage! In the first place, I didn't know about it! Secondly, you seem not to be into relating to it as the bigger deal than some one-the-side romances!”

“I will thereby conclude that you are not the man I hoped you were! You will not any longer have my sympathy for that you seem intelligent and good for a man to be romancing with!”

“I simply can't do anything about that.”

“Then I'll tell him that you and I had an encounter that you were responsible of and that you should have avoided putting me into!”

“I will then inform my boss about that! She will not, presumably, be into letting me seem to be that kind of a fellow!”

“I will thereby try to pretend that you are not uncanny enough to even be into any relationship in the first place, but I will not pretend as if something about it for my husband!”

“I don not at all prefer to be called the uncanny guy that you should have a screw with! In fact, I regret that screw, and even if we did have it, there shall be no others of it!”

“I shall thereby tell people that there are not any businesses that ruin romantic inspirations as much as yours!”

“Then I shall establish that there are not any more reasons to say that I am reasoning with you without there being taunting on your behalf that is not my business to like!”

“I will thereby stop talking to you, and you shall know that although I have said all those things, I will still be seen as a girl who did not know what she was getting into when we had a relationship!”

With that she left him and went to pick up her two kitchen ornaments and then also left the mall without knowing that August had already said to his boss that Stella had pretended to be unmarried and that she now intended to blackmail him into seeming like he knew that she was married.

Trying to Be of Fake that Is "Worth It for Eternity"

”Try to think about it!” Leon said to his brother “Why would our enemies be into, unworthily of emotions that seem legit for people in general, trying to fake that they were intuitive of exactly this type of status for being sexual about whom they choose for it?”

“I suppose you mean that they would not interfere with us if we weren't into seeing them as potential rivals about the sex partners?”

“Yeah, I mean that!” he said, looking at his brother with an air of sophistication and clarity on important issues.”

“Should we, that is, try to have it they aren't worthy of any sex partners and thereby humiliate them? Is that what you think could be a working strategy against them!?”

“Yes! I think that could be it!”

“I suppose they will then have cause to feel inferior and also not be able to avenge that, right, Leon?”

“I find that to be a probable enough thing!”

“It isn't!”

“Sam, it really is that! We shouldn't think we have to expect them all to be able to rescue themselves ones we have some of them in that trap! If they propose upon that, that they should be good for relationships, then we can harass them about not seeming good enough even for a partner for one-night stands or so.”

“I suppose you all the time will have a clarity on when they will be able to come back from seeming inadequate for relationships? How come then do you find yourself to be the one to care about as though they weren't supposedly smarter at gaining the confidence of potential partners for sex?”

“It's because I don't find myself to be the partner to have to beg for a woman to be saying to me that I'd be a worthwhile date. And it's also because they don't have it in them not to view themselves as the more adequate than most for dating than I am. Moreover, those women that they stand for that I couldn't have - I've screwed several of them! That means, as matter of fact, that I am the superb at catching girls, and they are my inferiors - and this will be everlasting!”

Sam looked at him. “No, I don't think you're right in that they do not have any partners you don't know about! For instance, wasn't that girl at the party with Carl seemingly good enough for a catch he could have made you jealous about?!”

Leon looked back at Sam and answered: “I suppose you don't find that to be an imbecile virtue to be having, that of having the party seem to be a responsibility for himself to be into seeming to have the right kind of a girlfriend at!?! Still I suppose you don't find it any harder to ridicule him than I do, once you find out how easy it is to catch those girls, just as long as they don't seem to be sluttier than the rest of 'em for it!”

“I don't find them any sluttier than most girls I run into, those whom that Carl, or his brother Peter choose to bring about as their won for that sake!”

“Then how come, dear brother, do we not try to find out how they really feel about those fellows?!”

“It's because we can never seem to be innocent of realizing what they, the women that is, are about when they manage to get laid without us knowing it!”

“I suppose you don't find that to be a trick that they could use against us for the sake of finding us to be the ones who stay ignorant of their mishaps as long as they're flattering them well enough to stay with their asses for the time it takes to become a real man seeming trustworthiness for 'em!”

“I suppose then that you don't realize that they aren't as imbecile as all that! I mean that they aren't unable to find out what we're about with 'em, once we start poking into their business!”

“Okay, then I shall start looking into what they might be able to find out about that!”

“You do that! And meanwhile I'll try to find out what they're all about once they are into being some woman's man for a time, and thereby what they could get into concerning us, of blackmail or so against us!”

“Into this type of seemingly smart attitude I would have you for the first time now!”

“Oh! I guess that's just because you hadn't actually figured out my way of seeing them until now!”

“I suppose that means that the two of us will be into relationships with many women who are unaware of one another, and who thus find themselves to each one be very honored by the attention you or I can give her!”

“I can say we should not be lonely again, ever, that is neither one of us! I propose thereby that you and I go and find out right now what se should have of benefits for actually doing that!”

Thereby the two brothers tried to find out about what they had proposed for each other that they would. Leon did find something about how the women seem to be blackmailed by the men that they are supposedly fond of. Meanwhile Sam had found something about how they, the women, treat each other while having an affair with someone the other woman fancies. This he used for drawing the conclusion that they would for a man similar to himself or his brother that she would fancy him for being free to get laid with without that bringing her to shame about what to make of her friends when they get laid that way. Without feeling that this was too far fetched or so, the two brothers saw to it that they could feel that there would be triumph enough for the empathy between them and the women to make certain that nothing would ever stop them from seeming to be real about having the females seem smart at catching men, but not smart at seeming to catch them. In this they did manage to catch many girls and thus reach a fairly high-ranking status about them. This in turn showed them how to manipulate the women to be smart at manipulating other men, so that in the end the two brothers managed to become local chiefs of the neighbourhood. Thereby, none of the women they managed to catch that way would, if she found out, be able to complain much about them! Thereby, in turn, the two of them were powerful enough to break their enemies sophisticated defences against their own clarity, as they saw it, on what is of worth about being a man of good reputation in their town. Thus, finally, they managed to revert the women form doubting them into seeing them as the absolute powers that should be eternally respected.

The Dilemma of the Blackmailers and the Tyrants

”For every time we hear a story about our competence, we also hear that nonsense about our competences being fake!” The old man saying this was seemingly furious at the facade of teaming up with each other for the sake of blackmailing him. But, on the other side, we figured, there was no truth in that he, nor his family, were at all as competent as they made themselves seem. Moreover, they had been trying to portray us too as nonsense, of the kind that one shouldn't be handling as anything but pathetic in their comparison.

But we were afraid too of the syndicate they spoke of. They, even more, we thought, than the old fellow who spoke to us, were dangerous and blackmailing in the sense that they made us all seem awkward and silly by their comparison. However, I have no idea about how we should be into seeming smart enough to compete with them, without them thereby being able to see to it that they were admired as our idols or something.

“You speak as though you were able to resurrect us all from their blackmail. But how about that blackmail that you've been spreading about our family?” my wife asked him.

The old man sighed, and did his best to look honest enough to deserve our sympathy. “Our so-called blackmail against you four has never been anything but showing them what reality is about when one doesn't see how smart other people are!” He looked certain that he and his family would pertain to those other people, the smart people.

The certainty in his eyes seemed to resurrect his self-confidence, and so also his family's. “I assure you all,” he continued, “we all have the competence and clarity on problems that we need to be able to cope with them when they come here! But you people will not manage them without us nearby to defend you!”

“Then how come,” my wife asked, “don't you feel like pretending as if something about that they have been gladly following you so much more than us? How come,” she continued, “tend to pretend as if we were blackmailed at all if it hadn't been for you guys?!”

He looked startled. “I assure you, you wouldn't feel better if it had been we who weren't there on that festival when they began chasing us for the sake of blackmailing our competences, which we were presenting there! That is, we will not be the ones to be as weak as you guys would, if they came after you! But, then again, of course, you are not smart nor competent enough for them to have anything to be chasing after in the first place, and thereby you feel lucky, you feel free, as though you were free from oppression, when you're actually in need of me and all the others here that are of my business!” by which he meant mostly him and his relatives.

We looked at each other silently for a short while. About four or five seconds later our eldest child, Oscar, whispered to us: “Let's just leave them just the same! I mean it still isn't us, but them they're after! WE don't need to feel incompetent in order to realize that we all are absolute survivors, apart from their incompetence not to wake the attention of the people they're into seeing us as the enemies of!”

My wife and I smiled at this. After a while, my wife whispered back: “I can see that they will not have anything going for them if those people come around here! Then, in fact, the four of us can actually be free from the terror of their rule over us, those fakers who really seem to be into that their enemies are always ours, and moreover that their friends are also our enemies, of sorts.”

“Yeah I know,” Oscar whispered, “and they seem like what we need although they completely have created almost every problem we have ever had!”

“Yeah exactly!” I muttered, almost to audibly for them not to hear it. So I lowered my voice to the same whispering level they had, and continued: “I face the danger now of having to pretend that there's not any confidence in me to stand for clarification on the issues that we are supposedly facing. It is as if we were cowardly on our own record, and as if their cowardice and also boastfulness was completely unimportant.

With that we carefully left the scene where our neighbours were still bragging and inspiring confidence in themselves from other neighbours who were seemingly more naive than us. I assured myself that they were busy speaking with some of them, while we left and saw to it that no trace could be found of where we were going.

A few hours later, we left our home town with the boat that we had bought five weeks ago from a gypsy who we had not rally trusted, but who showed us that the raft was rather impeccably seaworthy. This raft was not too easily recognized, and we had bought it in preparation for this get-away. Thereby, we had from the gypsy vehicle a possibility of escape that it was rather safe to assume there would be no easy-to-follow trace from.

After at sea, we harboured in a nearby town, where we also laboured as caretakers of the outward impressions of a few business firms there. Doing that, we earned our food and shelter for four weeks, upon which we continued in our raft to another town, where we did the same.

After seven more similar sea travels, we finally reached a place where there seemed to be shelter from the rich and wealthy people that after all were likely to be harassing us as well as our bullying neighbours. Thereby we had finally a possible shelter for good, or so it seemed. But it was not totally worth it to trust that notion of security! Because a few weeks later they did arrive there, those people, including Hito, the notorious gangster who ridiculed so many by seeming very innocent while preparing for torment and torture for so very many innocent-or-not people they ran into.

We heard about their arrival by rumours from the locals, among which we had earned a fairly good reputation as trustworthy and a bit more helpful than that they would want to chase us away and keep our problems to ourselves. The people of our present village could easily have been threatened by Hito and his gang anyway, and were thereby not at all blaming us. Fleeing people both asked for our assistance and told us to come with them, because now they had arrived!

We joined the fleeing rally in that we too felt sure that fleeing was the best defence against Hito and his evil people. After a few days, we reached a place where the locals said we could rest and hide, perhaps forever. It was there, though, that after a few additional days, the gang found us. When they did, we were not surprised that the old man and his family were trying to survive as the advisors of these people whom they had spoken so much against.

So, with their advice potentially working against us, we saw the need to convince Hito and his gang to be smart at realizing that they were lying more than we would be against them. Secondly, we also needed to convince the Hito people that we were not very far away from being dangerously defensive against them. Thirdly we needed to resurrect ourselves from the blackmail from our former neighbours that made us seem worthwhile fighting just the same.

I had not until then realized the potentials of neither Hito nor Pasa, who was his assistant, of blaming blackmailers for whatever happened that was not seemingly worth it. Anyone could see that the people who were our former neighbours could not resurrect themselves at our expense, although they tried several of their tricks. On the other hand, we all saw, also, that the Hito people were sufficiently loth against accepting anyone but themselves as supreme or even okay and acceptable people.

But, from here on, we would not fight these people anymore, nor even feel they were to be feared very much, really, because they gave us a free escape from their claws.

But a few generations later, Hito's soul was there in an empire which was much worse than in the reincarnation when I met him and his gang. ...

The Aspiration of the Satanists from Slyentown

”I feel they don't have anything in common with those who have luck usually! Thereby they shall be my inferiors for the rest of time and eternity! The devil will help me and they might forever feel that I'm in the wrong, but I am of the smart class of souls that will for always torture the weak souls that are totally inferior and in the end will be the ones going to hell no matter what Jesus says or Mohammed preaches!”

The Satanist priest put down his glass of wine and continued: “We shall never again be conquered by the Christians, the Moslems nor anyone else who tries to defy our competence to be of the supreme worth forever! We will forever have the smartness for that so-called moral that is of a satanic competence and we shall forever have them abide by our rules by winning by blackmail what they think they can win by moral!”

“Patrick,” the preachers friend Toby replied, “I feel they never establish that type of moral in any way that is superior. So why start now about that stuff they're already trying to fake that they can handle the way we've been doing it up until now?!”

“That's because we would always be harassed by their believers in faith and so on if we don't embarrass them about the soul competence finally belonging to us!”

“Then how come we shall all pretend we don't have any cunning of our own competence and let that sanction us for the rest of the time it takes to beat them all!?”

The Satanist priest looked around. Everyone seemed to agree with Toby. “Thereby I shall see through whatever I can about the scum that has been fooling me about that stuff! I will hereafter see to it that they will be fortified as scum for hereafter and forever!”

“Okay, then!” Toby said. “But why will we be the winners if we cannot have seen through them already?”

“It's because they and I shall have a final battle! And that will be soon, I presume now by my thoughts of how I have been fooled into thinking you're all as incompetent as all that!”

Caroline, another member of the Satanist church spoke up: “How come then do we all feel that incompetent to begin with, and not see through them for the notion of reassuring ourselves about them as simple-minded and weird by their not so brilliant attitude about care for our spirits?”

“That's because they don't at all match our criteria of being superior in our assets of saying our souls are our spirits and they will last forever!”

“Then how come,” Toby asked, “do I find it to be unattractive to think about our 'friends' out there as anything but superior?”

“I propose that you try to find that out for yourself, my dear Toby! And meanwhile I shall foresee that they can torment themselves about their incompetence to betray one another as for the sake of moral, so that they others become disillusioned to the extent that they give up on Jesus - or whatever (whomever) they are about for their interest in pretending to be supreme while all they see is moral as the worth of pertaining to the upper class of souls who will last forever!”

With that Patrick drew a deep breath and then closed the Satanist meeting for this time.

The next day, he and the smartest of his subjects went to the close-by church and asked to see the priest. This they saw to it that they got to do by having it that it was entirely unfair if they didn't get to speak to him. The preachers pupil who they spoke first to said that he would bring him to them, and so he did.

When he came there, the priest said “The four of you are not welcome here, but I will answer you very briefly if there's anything you can have that says I'm a lousy Christian otherwise!”

“I shall not be of your service for very long then!” Patrick said obnoxiously. “I will not prolong you any longer than it takes for me to ask a few questions about your religion and what we have in us to say that they are the better ones than us!” He indicated some of the church-goers around them.

“Okay! What are your questions?”

“I presume they cannot be said without you going to search for the others that are into this convent as a good place to bring up offspring of the rich and powerful or so!”

“You said that you were not going to take my time more than for the few questions you had for me!”

“Then I shall not be of obedience, because I can say that you are a lousy preacher just the same! And forever hereafter I shall be the superior they must look up to, because they have already, almost all of them, encountered my power over their actual smartness for moral and worthwhile behaviour!”

“I will not condemn them to ever see you as their superior! Now the four of you must leave my church, before I call the police!”

“I would not try that!” Patrick answered. “Because the police are already willing to see me as their friend and benefit for the smartness of details about those who looter around their areas of care for the public!”

The priest looked bitterly at him. But he grabbed his phone and began calling. But even before he managed to strike the second digit, Toby had stolen it from him. With that the four Satanists smiled and Benny (who was the second best friend of Patrick) said: “Now you're not so proud after all, are you!?”

The priest looked astonished. “My God! They're here!” he said, but something in the air held his astonishment back from causing him to call out enough to wake the attention of the others there, except for the pupil of his, who had stayed there and listened to the conversation. But he said nothing to wake the attention of other people in the church. Instead he asked the priest: “We shall not see them, should we, as too small a story to be had for them all to notice!?”

The preacher stumbled: “Ye-es, I kn-now! I h-have the f-feeling they aren't the people to be dealing with as small stuff!”

“I cannot see why you don't call out to them!?”

“I-it's be-cause the c-cat's got my t-tongue!”

The pupil looked perplexed. “Then I shall call them he said.” But when he tried to, he, also found he was not able to.

“It is not worthy of the two of us just to stand here and to do nothing!” he said at last.

“I know! Should we, or that will be one of us, go there, instead, and catch their attention about what is happening, and who they are?”

“Yes!”

“I will say to you to please go there and tell them then!”

“Okay, I'm going!” he said, but the forth and last member of the small Satanist delegation stood herself in his way. The others joined in and stood two on one and one on the other side of him.

The pupil stopped and stayed still for a while, slowly beginning to shiver. Then the priest called out: “Help! Please help us with those evil visitors!”

Now people saw what was going on there. But none of them came to their rescue. They were all to used to that there would be a reprisal if one interfered with the Satanists' business. Instead two of them cast the two threatened people the evil eye, and then began threateningly move closer to them.

“I shall now take command over this church!” the Satanist priest bragged.

“I shall not let you!” the priest of the communion burst out.

“I will not let you stop me!” the Satanist priest said. Then he saluted the big-deal imbecile of the cross with a salutation that meant he too should forever be of the devil's impact.

The priest saw this and took himself to the level of spirituality that said that Jesus could not be touched. Patrick and his followers then saw to it that the priest couldn't rescue himself from the idiocy they saw in that Jesus himself was an ambassador to the feeling that one is superior only if one arrogantly says one is of the best. But this the pupil fended of by humiliating the four of them by an arrogance that reached their black souls and aspired for them to be condemned forever.

But the female Satanist who had stood herself in his way: “You and I should take a chance about the attitude of being a churchgoer and make it for real that they don't awkwardly try to seduce us into believing they have the right to stop us from going to church without them traducing us for our good intentions of being church-goers that never humiliate Satan for the sake of being teh ridicule of the Satanists! You and I will be welcome forever to his paradise! There you and I shall go forever to be free and fancy our wonderments and love forever the Jesus Christ that stands before us as the tender ruler over me and all the other s of this church!”

“I will not rescue you from that your soul has to be punished in hell for the sake of your wisdom not being enough for us to gain confidence in that we shall forever be bound in the circumstance of there being absolute notions of the Christian souls to be going to heaven and the Satanists to hell!”

She smiled, then held his hand for a little while.

Looking deeply into his eyes, she then said: “You will hereby feel me forever be under the rule of the church that you propose is the best one, and thereby be under the rule of us two going together to the paradise that was lost before they came to be wise about the terrific supply of soulfulness that this church crazes us ordinary believers to caress!”

“I shall not condemn you forever if you don't take that to be the Christian church that has it you are the real wisdom that it needs! However, I will condemn them forever unless they speak clearly about why they're doing this to me and why they are here to harass the priest in the first place!”

“I shall caress you for being the gentleman who guides me from the evil of not understanding the church and what it stands for!”

“Then I shall see in you the believer that is probably here for the better, while these three others will be going to hell forever!”

“I shall,” Patrick said, “forever condemn you for trying to seduce my priestess! You see, Susanne has no right to seduce the priest, but she has the right to seduce one of his pupils. But taken the other way, it works differently! She is not really a pupil in that sense. She is the highest among the female Satanists and I shall condemn you forever for having tried to seduce her into your religion!”

The pupil looked at him and then realized he was evil in that he thought he was trying to seduce her, since on the contrary she was the one to propose herself to it. “Thereby I shall condemn you to hell!” he said. “For I have no evil in suspending her sentence to the extent she argues over her cause in the fashion that is suitable for this establishment of the faith that we are bringing about!”

“I shall then try to find there to be a sense of dignity in the church that we are in!”

The priest looked at her and said: “Who are they who will save the lot of us from this bitch who is trying to seduce my pupil!?”

“I will save you from aspiring,” she said, “for the sake of goodness of feeling down while the spirit is trying to escape to the avenue of respect for the cunning and admiration of the soul. Thereby, you may feel a little dignified once you feel my essence of pretending as if something about their pretension that they are into heaven when they say their cunning is of cares that don't together with essence of certainty about one's care for the actual reason to believe there to be a haven for the good to search for.”

Benny then said: “I will hereby call the cunning of the devil to be the cunning of the soul. And I will hereby condemn you all to certainty of death and to fading away constantly through eternity of damnation. I will thereby win the victory of the Satan we worship, who will never again be small according to god.”

Thereby the four Satanists left the church and said to themselves that they had finally won a victory over the Christian faith, which they felt they very much deserved to beat very thoroughly.

Satan's Girls

Satan's Girls

Love and Imagination as the Virtue of it All

”Imagine that! She's already working on having us seem surreal about both ourselves and all the others in this business!”

“Yes,” he answered. “She's a real asshole, that one!”

“I imagine the two of you had a really good time, even so, when you were being friendly for a time!”

“I imagine you wouldn't be having too much fun, if it comes back to that kind of attitude when it comes to men, to the extent you feel you really do have a right to accuse me about it!”

“I imagine they don't seem to be anything but on the surface as moral as they want us to make of them!”

“Oh! You don't have to pretend that! They all are fake, but the ones who keep you in charge, that's all! Of course, darling!”

“I imagine that you will one day pertain to the fakes that imagine they are part of me and my hemisphere of love and companionship!”

“Whatever you imagine, I'll be part of it! So there you go in pretension that they are the bastards and you are the real good woman for a catch!”

“I imagine they don't seem to be into me as anything but a clever woman at actually nailing them! Moreover I imagine they can't believe I'm for real about them and their attitudes about me and my present-day friends.”

“Then how come you blame me for not being ignorant of their falsehood and for not being able to blame them evilly or at least - I suppose? - as cunning as you do?”

“Because I don't fancy that man to be happy who doesn't seem to be loyal and thereby pretends I'm the disloyal one!”

“I can't see I'm pretending to be loyal or anything you should be into as an immature attitude against that worship of imagination that you have.”

“Then how come we seem to be moral as long as we're aspiring for the virtue of witnessing and then portraying it in art?!”

“It's because there aren't any disloyal parents to be dealt with as much as there are disloyal kids!”

“I figure it's the parents responsibility to scold the kids so that they don't become disloyal like that!”

“Then how come,” he asked, “do you contribute to the worship of the imagination so much that they cannot be scolding them without there being a reprisal from those who are into that their imagination isn't enough?”

“That's because I don't imagine there to be any worship of them as the mates of my type of woman, and because I don't want to imagine them to be as surreal as the others, those who don't even fit into my picture of how a woman should be treated any more than a frog fits into the picture of how an elephant eats the leaves of the trees that they live on!”

“Then how come you and I don't fit into the aspirations of the absolute nonsense of the mediocre at imagination and the mediocre at presenting their imagination as poetry?”

“I propose that you thereby see yourself as merely my friend form now on!”

“Therefore I shall from now on be loyal only to the extent that reaches to the loyalty that there is between friends! I will now longer hold you back from trying to imagine things to be surreal although they are most likely to be beneficial for the likes of you!”

“I'm sorry! I didn't think of that as a worth you might have! I imagine we thereby should say goodbye on a different level of disgust! That is on my behalf, Alfredo!”

“Goodbye then, Sylvia! And may we not fret against each other about this sad episode of our so-called relationship of the passed!”

“I bid you farewell, dear Alfredo, and may our paths part in the most sensual and esthetic of ways!”

“Yes let this be so, dear lady, and let us all forever grieve the hunger that proposed itself upon us for being worshippers of sophisticated relationships!”

“Yes dear sir! And let us all be seemingly caretakers of the modesty of charm that rests in the sly slumbers of the absolute nonsense of the mediocre at presenting themselves!”

“I cannot believe we have the guts to say there's no one to say to us that we were mediocre right now!”

“Then how come you and I shall part forever it there's no reason for us to say to ourselves that we are among the best and therefore don't need each other for the purpose of portraying ourselves as the best!?”

“It's because you and I don't fit together, that's why, Sylvia!”

“Then how come that bitch we were talking about became so jealous when she discovered that we had a beginning relationship?!”

“It's simply because she imagined me, I guess, for a partner, and that it just the same became she who had the opposition against it in you, who she thought of as not very worthy of me!”

“I imagine the two of you could never get along even as much as I did with you!”

“I imagine that's a clear-cut statement that is beyond my belief in the status that we all are of! It's statement we should never imagine to be for real more than accidentally or by the means of some weird destiny that isn't fit for being appreciated by us!”

“I imagine then that you shall overcome the opinion you had about me as a friend, even, and thereby no longer be appreciated by the other poets you want to hang out with!”

“I imagine, in that case, that you'll not be any better of yourself, because I am also among the poets a fairly popular guy, and if you imagine it to be my smartness that it is about to put you down, then you shall burn in hell for I am not imagining you to be any worse of than me!”

“I imagine the two of you already sitting there and pretending to be good people without any attitude towards the ones who are saying to themselves that we should really be smart at taking advantage of their fake values of enthusiasm and worthiness for the cause of utterly sophisticated imagination!”

“Then how come you and I shall always be together even as the smart fakers of the opinions that we worship together about their absolute nonsense!? It is of course not our opinion that they would worship, if they do not even feel they are about to feel that we are simply into worshiping sophisticated wisdom morals and so - is it?!”

“I imagine you are in a trap of considering yourself to be the man to take for her, and thereby not imagining my ass to be the good one to take for a sensual encounter!”

“Thereby I shall say from now that I will encounter you on the basis that we only have such a relationship and that's all there is to be between us!”

“I imagine that you will from now on see yourself as the man to be taken by more than one woman at a time!”

“Thereby I shall from now on see to it that you and I will not pretend we aren't into a sexual relationship which she may turn into a catastrophe if she ever finds out!”

“I imagine that you and I shall never meet again although you wanted that to happen!”

“Then I imagine that you and I only have a relationship of the past and that is all there is to it!”

“Thereby, I shall never again imagine that to be a good time for me nor you to have had!”

“I shall not either imagine that to ever have been a really good time for us. I will however sometimes imagine that you and I had an even fairly good time together!”

“Then I shall imagine that you and I shall not try that kind of sensual relationship again! I will also imagine that you will not be able to ever find yourself absolute about any kind of relationship with any woman ever!”

“I will thereby imagine you not being able to fancy any man that hasn't got any imagination about you as the perfect queen and thereby the absolute nonsense of the sophisticated immoral that there is to being a queen over the cunning that it's about to be sophisticated in the first place!”

“Then how come you will imagine me being woman enough for even having a man for that purpose?!”

“I sillily pretended that back when we were together as a couple!”

“I shall then forever imagine that you are the fake of a man that I will never rely on for anything but sillily pretending absolute nonsense as though it made sense to you!”

“I will thereby imagine you to be an absolute fake about things that are in-between us and the imagination that we had about our beings together as a couple!”

“Then how come our beings devoted ourselves to ourselves without there being any devotion to the essence of absolute cunning for the moral that eases of during infinity of will to fight?!”

“It is because our being s do not pertain to pretension that is surreal about morals in the first place!”

“Then I shall imagine you being the looser of this world in that you pretend to be the fellow to be taken as a moral while although immoral not imagining himself to be of any worth for a woman he's had!”

“I will thereby also imagine you be the looser of this world for not being into moral about whatever you have dealt with of masculine partners! I imagine also that there are loads more of unhappy exes of you than of me!”

“I imagine that cunning is about choosing the right partners for that kind of status! And i imagine thereby that the cunning you've had about your previous relationships is not about cunning in the first place, but about pretension that you are into moral when you and thereby they pretend there's a goodness to the kind of cunning in a relationship that you seemingly always pretend that it were about - although it couldn't have been!”

“I will thereby imagine your cunning be of nonsense too, that is of semi-cunning that is not to be imagined about as if it were moral to be into it as actual wisdom!”

“Then I will forever imagine that you don't belong here among us who choose to be loyal to the imagination that never ceases to amuse us, and thereby the likes of those who imagine themselves to be utterly free from illusions of sophisticated measure!”

“Then I imagine you and I be forever connected in that sphere of absolute cunning about trying to be immature about each other!”

She looked at him. “No! I don't imagine us to ever have to take part of that same sphere of nonsense, nor any other for that sake!”

“I shall never imagine that you and I belong to the same sphere of anything but those two mysteries of cunning that you were about and I was beginning to understand well enough to now be able to stand on my own two feet about them!”

“Then I shall cunningly pretend as if something about how the nonsense of your so-called competence for it is imagined among people not to be because of me!”

“Thereby I shall rejoice in that I have the cunning from the beginning to imagine such stuff be of an absolute-nonsense attitude!”

“I will thereby imagine them not being able to find me attractive enough to foresay the future of the imagination of the cunning of the absolute nonsense that they will perhaps even worship you for!”

“I will thereby never again absolutely cunningly try to sophisticatedly try to humiliate that nonsense of a cunning that you are about in you utterly nonsense-inclined total bullshit of worship of the art that you call amateur. I will however never again, as well, try to sophisticate myself as to the nonsense of your words that are so-called poetry and the nonsense that you try to have it we shall all rejoice in as though it were clever!”

“Then I shall never again try to sophisticate myself about trying to be of nonsense for the value of the sake of relating to your nonsense as tough it were good poetry! I have not related to that kind of nonsense ever before, nor will I ever have to relate to such nonsense again, I presume!”

“I imagine you will thereby not be seen by the others as absolutely silly for not seeing me as the absolute cunning in the two spheres of absolute cunning of imagination that the silly people think that you're an expert of!”

“I will never again speak to you about my cunning, nor even yours, for the matter of sake!” With that she rose from her seat, took her coat and shoes on, and left him, never to come back.