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.

Smart Stupidity

Adult (or at least semi-adult) story; follow the link if you want to read it anyway: Smart Stupidity

A Festivity of Feminine Virtue

Adult (or at least semi-adult) story; follow the link if you want to read it anyway: A Festivity of Feminine Virtue

Reason not to Believe ''They" Are Good People?

Sonya sat in wonderment at the dinner table with her family and talked to them. She was astonished about something she was telling them about. “I mean it's hardly true that I can even consider them to be for real!” she said, and contented: “the two of them, who moreover also seem quite possible as half-siblings, at least, keep on saying that!

“They seem to feel like I am the one to be ridiculous to be the one to believe them - and that is to believe either interpretation of them!”

Her husband looked at her in amazement. “You mean they're really telling you either that they're stalling all the time or even that their middle name is Stalin or so?!”

She looked indignantly at him. Although she didn't mean that he was to be despised, he reacted to her gaze somewhat defensively. She realized this and said: “I'm sorry that I seemed angry at you! Of course its them I'm angry with Carl!”

“I know! I just can't help but finding there to be a dilemma about what to make of it when you look like that!”

His wife looked at him softly. “I'm sorry, honey! But you do know, don't you, that I never would want you to be viewed as anything like them or so! Right?”

“Yeah, of course!” he chuckled.

Sonya smiled. “Anyway, what I heard from one of my associates is that he has heard, from someone he didn't care to mention, is the two of them are being weird about it because they really tend to believe in Stalinism. Although this seems totally weird nowadays, at least, they seemingly, he said, are smart at really pretending they're blackmailed about their name.”

Carl looked at her. “Look,” he said, “whatever that Russian business associate of yours says, it's totally impossible that someone would in this day and age be able to do that!”

Sonya looked at him. “Even so I feel that there's not a virtue in denying that weirdos that pretend so might become the type of nuisance that in the end are really dangerous for me!”

He sighed and looked at his half-Russian wife. “Sonya, it's not he who should have said to you that it's anything to care much about! It's not he who should have been talking to you in the first place! I don't know if your Russian mother has it in her to be into that such things are possible here in the western world. But we aren't really susceptible to anything of the kind! I mean there's no thought of Stalin that would ever find any fertile soil around here!”

Sonya sighed. “Yeah, I know, Carl! Here in your part of Europe he wouldn't be anything but the laughing stock for all of us to have, if it weren't for the insolence of the way I and my mother find him to be Still somehow in power!”

He giggled a little while saying: “I didn't find there to be anything of this severe paranoia in you I answered your ad for a husband with relevance for helping you bound to our society! It seems to me now that you, not I, will be the one to deem relevant for that ridicule of being sophisticated as a manipulator who wants her fantasies be viewed as relevant for her associates and others to be into believing anything of!”

“Oh! You bastard of a guy! How can you tell me I'm not relevant for it?! There's not anything in what I've said that isn't into something that everyone else could have fallen for! There's relevance for that kind of trickery in almost anyone, in the sense that they don't even see that later on they might fall into another trap than the one that is too obvious to believe they would even exist those people doing that stuff that is on the surface of their attitudes!”

“I can't help that I'm giggling,” he said and felt that his laughter actually could have been repressed a little better. “But I can help that there's not any alternative for them but to see it in you that he, and then also you, should be looked at as if they have any potential to believe in that Stalinism still exists!”

“I don't feel that it does! I didn't even when I was a girl, who came to this country because my mother happened to find a husband who could readily accept her and me as his family!”

“I don't find that to be any different from that I am supposed to believe that your family now is situated very differently from back then, since you still really need my support for being into this country as an offset against those who don't seem to realize that they actually aren't capable of that cunning of pretension that ridicules the potential agony of being stuck up and imbecile!”

“I can't say it isn't your country that isn't about pretending our country isn't very frightening compared to yours!”

“I mean that! It is thereby I who never would accept that part of a theory that says a Stalinist - or even his relative - should ever appear in our social contexts or minds!”

“There's not any relevance for me to say that it's your country that is very generous on that behalf!”

“Then how come my country isn't relevant for us all to say that about?!”

“It's because they don't all seem to be appreciating the type of truth that says that kind of a thing!”

“I don't find you to be amusing now, and I don't even find you attractive enough to be the woman I wanted just two months ago!”

“I can't say that those fakers of some kind of enstallment or Stalinism are actually being what they actually are in real life when they seem to be those potential business partners! What I'm worried about is their masquerade, hardly at all, really, that stuff about them actually meaning that they could represent themselves like that!”

“I can see then that you're talking to me the way that I hoped you would! Finally I got you to really say that part of it all! You know I actually wondered what you were leading up to.”

“Okay! Then why shouldn't there also be a rule about business that those who don't represent themselves shouldn't be there on those conferences?!”

“Oh God! Don't they have that in that place! I mean it's the conference centre that really should see to it that they can't pertain to pretending that much about what they are there for!”

With an air of relief over his outburst against them, Sonya replied: “Yeah, that's true! Do you mean you're sure the other centres wouldn't ever pertain to that!?”

“Yeah - I'm almost sure!”

“Almost?!”

“Yeah!”

“How can one be sure not to be pestered by them again then?!”

“I can't tell for certain honey! But I can say there isn't any relevance for them in the other places I know!”

“Really!?”

“Really!”

“Then how come the man I talked to didn't seem to feel that he had been rid of them when he was at the centre where he asked around about them?!”

“He didn't?!”

“No! He didn't seem to be anything but pestered by them even when he was at either one of the other two places he mentioned as good - otherwise that is - for him in his search for new business partners!”

“That seems totally ridiculous!”

“I can't say it's ridiculous since they are all foreigners there, even easterners most of them! Thereby I can tell that someone probably has prejudice about foreigners, at least easterners, and wants them to seem irrelevant for the type of business we all are into that there should be!”

He sighed. “I can't believe my ears about that!”

“You should! We're actually into this trouble about why foreigners are to be viewed as superfakers about why they should be here and not in their own country and tend to take things back to how things were way back, or so!”

He looked at her in disbelief. I still can't quite believe that you really mean to say they're actually faking that in order to make foreigners stay away from ... is that from business here, you think, they should stay away?!”

“Yeah!”

“Then how come they're not into business about trying to fake that you're all the types of imbecile people who should really believe we aren't into business that are applicable for their so-called faking attitudes?!”

“I don't believe you're actually into anything that is about business, then! I mean if you're faking that they actually could be business people, then how come they seem at all to be into business in your circles!?”

“It's because I can't find the reason for them to be into so-called business in the first place! That is I can't believe they're trying to be into - even, then, if you must be a bastard about it! - our type of business, which - as far as I go, by the way - is much more successful than yours!”

“You feel we all aught to be into business together and then you should be able to brag about the so-called success, of which I have seen almost nothing but an extravagance as if to show of money, but which really did seem to be a rather cheap facade for a looser to have to hide the failures of the past!”

“I have been into more money than you can ask for! I have even bought that company you were speaking to me about last month! I have also developed assets in the US, which I shall apply to those businesses I have at home for the sake of developing the absolute power over the market that I can be going to need for future incomes. ...”

“You have, behind my back, created hidden assets!? You have, behind my back bought the company I had been aspiring to buy for several years!?”

She looked at him, somewhat solemnly. “Yes, I have!” she replied.

“Oh gosh!”

She smiled at him, still solemnly into seeing it openly in him to be her inferior, in the actual sense, but now also worried that he might condemn her attitude of sovereignty.

“I find there to be a problem with that you and I continue to do business, not to mentioned being married!” she said, after a short while, now sophisticatedly trying not to be solemn.

“I can't believe what I hear!”

Solemn again, she said: “You're not into the type of business I am. I just used you for a springboard for my further affairs, and will later on not mention you accept as my late husband,” she said and shot him.

Sisters of Sex Business

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The Witch Mother and her Good and Evil Twin Daughters

”Father, what are we all about now that we can seemingly blame it on the other one!?”

“Dear, we don't have to ask it! It seems she's just coming along as your trailer to be judged as an asshole for all time and eternity, and I - as well as your mother - can tend to forever blame your twin for the evils you or the rest of the family do!”

“Great papa! Then she and I should go to the park and there have everyone believe they're evil to the extent they don't repress that she's cunning at having the seeming morals that we don't wandu pertain to!”

“Yeah, great!” her dad answered. “Now your mama and I are gonna terrorize her a little more for each month that passes - and then we'll know for eternal time how to seem good although we're actually cunning and not at all the lazy fuckers that keep on pertaining to morals simply because they're not able to be cunning like the real people, like us!”

“I'm gonna tell my mama about all of this! Then she and you can pleasure yourselves incenstously against her! And the two of you will never have to worry again about your brighter child being hurt by it - since she, that meaning I, is not susceptible for blackmail - and thus not as fun to watch being tormented and then unable to tell about it!”

“Great!” her father said.

“Then let's all terrorize her by seeking all the neighbours sympathy be for ourselves instead of for asshole who tends to pretend moral is actually the best for lasting eternally well, in a smart attitude, that is.”

Scornfully the evil twin girl giggled about her good twin, and then said to her father just how he should get into it with the neighbours so that everyone but she (the good twin) would be free to enjoy their mistake about how to be sufficiently on-the-point scornful about the mischiefs they are subjected to by this family's arrogance about their confusion!

The good twin, meanwhile, was washing her hair, which had been subjected to heat by the vengeance from a neighbour who's tulips had been ruined by her twin. She was also in pain, because the heat had hurt her very bad, but the mother only giggled about her suffering and kept on scolding her for not being like her somewhat younger evil twin.

“It is not that I am not a twin for the sake of being a virtue for the evils of the family!” he younger twin had said, teasingly, about the fact that she was the younger but still more trusted one - because their parents were evil enough to want an evil twin to gain any advantage, and they also terrifically well knew about the the older one that she was the fool of the family.

Thereby, the whole family, which included several half-siblings, two maternal and four paternal, plus one full sibling who had actually moved out. These evil family members later would advocate for the story to be tempting for others to be into for the virtue of making evil eternal. It was due to their blackmail that the evil twin would seem good in advocate positions of spirituality, so that the evil deeds of her and most of her family could hardly at all be traced by anyone not well enough tempted by the notion of eternalizing evil their way!

But later, the two parents ran into a woman who headed an extremely evil family, who saw in their position of caring about even that surface of moral to be useful for her purposes, and who could find it amusing to do that at their cost. She was a business woman who accused almost anyone whom she got near enough in social life and so of being too awkward to be trusted, while she herself could gain from good as the virtue of evil in even more efficient ways. The family with the twins had it in them to have killed off the older (and good) twin for the better of the welfare of the family's pertinence to seeming better than she was, and then also winning by blackmail their eternal souls to the extent it was possible to win it that way, they thought. But the evil twin who was left could not avoid seeming good in this circumstance, and thus fell victim with her family of the business woman who thus sold their secrets soon enough to be able to seem the fairly trustworthy among the awkward and untrustworthy. Thereby the belief of the father, which had been that murder would be the ultimate plot for eternity was totally proven wrong.

The family, who exploited one of their daughters, actually had the attitude of witches, and so did the business woman who later exploited them; they all thereby considered themselves inclined for attitudes of revenge against good, but could not prove themselves without beating each other at it.

It was the women of their society who proclaimed evil be of eternal presence. but it was the males of their contexts who proclaimed eternity be worthwhile to consider fake if not pertaining to their immorality, which would be at least as smart at evil as the witches' once they managed to revenge that morality that stopped their love for eternal immorality and so also the witches'.

The younger and evil twin sister thereby saw a possibility of real revenge against good when her father spoke to her about his considerations about how evil could not be stopped once they managed to blame the older twin totally. The older twin had thus not the chance to say to everyone that she had been mistreated into being the nuisance they made her be, nor that it was her sister's mischief they had come up against time and again.

It was not until eternal time had passed that the older sister got her vindication and resurrection. Then, after the eternity of suffering for the spirit of that poor elder sister, she got her vindication from that her mother finally totally lost her soul. But it was not until then, because the witches of that world were able to resurrect their spirits smartly for the sake of keeping the black soul they said to themselves that it was going to last for eternity. Then, upon this, the worst of the other family members fell with her. This is a true story, only it happened in another world which was not like ours, but where witches are present and which is inadequate for our world to be presented as quite intuitive about - although we can sometimes actually have some notion about it anyway, such as the notion I have for writing this, which actually happens very soon after that witch mother's total soul loss. ... !