Saturday, February 3, 2018
There was a sensual feeling about him, that womanizer, of whom Thelma had heard that she'd better watch out. To her it seemed that he wouldn't ever try to be as bad as they had said. Somehow he seemed to figure it out about her, why she felt a yearning desire at this very moment. While she was thinking about it he showed himself to her as smart at cultivating emotions of affection, by saying to her that she was all that he could want for the sake of regarding her husband as the type of man man who could make a girl seem fortunate in her marriage.
As she thought about it, she heard a bird sing, and she wondered if he even got nature to tell her that she should be his. She looked at him and felt that he might mean to her what she guessed that at least tens of other females had felt about him: the he might call for there to be a prediction about her that she be viewed as innocent, even if she did those nasty things that men and women should not do but could occasionally be wanting to do with each other – as lovers and perhaps also as partners in some smart business of ... of dealing with care for anyone else as too mediocre to be seen as for real, somehow, she felt.
Thelma felt that she couldn't resist the thought of actually having it she somehow had the right to interpret herself as being actually supreme, which she hardly ever had felt before. But she also felt that she needed to go to say to herself that she aught to leave this situation immediately. Then she found that she was also sexually aroused by him, which made her feel nauseous about the fact that she had interpreted him as a guy so elope from. ...
Then she saw another woman coming near them. She looked at her and recognized her a little, as someone who seemed to go to much of the same boutiques as she herself did. It was a woman whom she had never thought of as being more promiscuous than most. But as she was thinking this, she saw her seem begin to cling to the man. Fairly soon she even was kind of all over him.
To her astonishment watching this made her feel even more aroused. It was as if she had it in her inner circles to feel that he was bad, and therefore she aught to desire him. Seemingly the desire grew and she felt all the more excited when she tried to think about that he was a bad man – which she felt he was, both for herself and for that other woman.
As she was thinking about it, and trying to control her emotions, she saw it in her, the other woman, trying to pretend Thelma was evil just for staring at them. Then she looked at him. Now it seemed he regarded himself as the man of choice for anyone who claimed herself to have a good inclination for creating love affairs or fun with belief in oneself as suitable for them.
Thelma thereby felt trapped. How should she now interpret herself as a good enough woman to be a housewife and also a lover, for the husband she had. If she didn't find a way to avoid feeling that she had a right to be like the woman that she saw clinging over that man, then how could she possibly continue being respectable, she asked herself.
Then she saw that other woman alluringly try to pretend to consent to her apparent interest in the man whom she was having an affair with. At the same, though, she vulgarly exposed her own interest in him as something she, Thelma, must appreciate to the extent she wanted to share him with her.
Even so, Thelma thought about her husband, and the way they had been trying for seven years to build a life together. Now she risked betraying him. Thereby she decided to try to feel that her emotions about the man in front of her were wrong in the way they made her disregard the feelings she had been having for her husband.
She looked at the two of them one last time, then she finally decided to go to the buss stop, and then pretend as if this never happened. ... Thereby she felt relieved, and when she came home she made love to her husband as if she never would fall for a womanizer!
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
“I feel that it's you guys who are of hypocrisy!” Peter declared. “Fred is!” he continued. “And so are you! Because Fred is the one who pissed in your flower pot, and you just don't want to accept it as a fact that there's no way I could've done it - nor has my sister! It's not us! It's Fred! Or else it's one of the Russians!”
“Oh I saw you and your sis in the area at a time near then!” the custodian he was speaking to answered. “And there seems to be no trace of whatever Fred you mean ... and hardly of any Russians either!”
Peter smiled smugly and let his pale face say that it wasn't he who could have seemed to be innocent unless he really was it.
Sally, who was there with the custodian looked at him. Thoughtfully she said: “Peter, we know that you and your sis both enjoy compromising against people's decency! Isn't that she who was in that toilet the other day?! The one who didn't flush, left the door to the hall open and then also seemingly had pissed on the floor next to that door?! We're not quite sure if that pee just ran out into the corridor, or if whoever it was dared to pee on the floor outside that door.”
Peter held back a laughter. After a short while he responded: “I guess it's not she who would try to be arrogant against you since there was a penalty issued against her for participating in her friends' orgy at Lado's place.”
Sally and the custodian looked at him, then at each other. They both realized the boy was a liar. And his sister, they knew, was too. But their lies were only half-alike. She was sort of even more innocent-looking than he, but he was more able than she to intimidate those who discovered him (or for example her or so) to be lying. Together the two of them very often fooled even the police.
Looking fairly troubled, the custodian said: “We seem to have an issue, again, of that they won't admit anything!”
Sally looked at him. “Yeah! It seems, thereby, that we have no choice but to ask some people to analyze the pee and compare it with blood tests from the two of them! ... Perhaps we should also take blood samples from a few others. ... We could, you know, Peter, if you even let us know more exactly. ...”
“Yeah! That's right!” the custodian muttered.
Peter's voice seemed to indicate keenness on being expeditious when he answered: “The Russians are over there!” he said and pointed. “At least some of them live there. But they don't care for me more than that they seem to be whatever the Russians can be! As for Fred I can not say that he seems to be the one to trust except for being a menace by seeming to be where he's not, and he can there be seem not to be wherever he was when he's been there!”
The custodian bent over towards Sally and whispered: “He's trying to seem accountable and sane, and thus trustworthy, I think.”
Sally nodded back. Then turned her head towards the guy they were interrogating, again. “I guess you're into that I should believe that they are more than you and she into being naughty in that kind of dirty sense! Right?!”
Peter's bland face gave off a faint smug. “It's she! It's that Russian girl with blond-red braids!” he said.
“Why she?!” the custodian asked, trying to cross-examine him.
He smiled a bit more broadly and stated: “She's very much into sex with pee and such! I've even seen her in the porn movies!”
“Okay, it might be her, I guess! Do you know what her name is?”
“No, I'm not sure about it!”
While they were talking Peter's sister had arrived. “Yeah, it's she! I know what class she goes to! .. or at least almost! That is we had to share some gym classes with them. Let's see. It's one of the East house's classes! I bet you can check the schedule about exactly which one; we shared the gym last Thursday.”
Sally looked at the two of them. “I know, however, that the two of you are often innocent looking even when you're guilty. Even so, I'm willing to admit that it's possibly she who did it this once! But I feel, thereby, that the police should test her as well as you, and perhaps there are some others who should be tested as well?!”
After a while Peter's sister responded: “So what?! It's not I who has to fret! Because it's I who usually don't feel like committing myself to having it police should not be investigating such stuff!” She smiled politely.
The custodian looked at her. “Do they Jeanette,” he asked, “seem to feel differently about that?”
Jeanette looked back at him. “No, I mean yes! They seem to feel differently about it!”
Peter nodded his head. After a while he added this to her statement: “It's not she or I who should be punished just because they don't know how to follow the law! It's we who are law-abiding enough not to interfere when the policemen try to do their work! It's they, and not us, who try to disturb the police from being into what there actually is to investigate. I, for one, know they have been selling drugs to people in our school!”
The custodian looked at Sally and replied: “How about that pee next to the to the door towards the corridor should be checked also for potential drug contents?!”
Jeannette looked at Peter. “Yeah! It should! And as they check it, they should look very much into how I feel about those drugs! In fact they can even be found in the classroom, and they are there among my friends! I feel they are very very disturbing! And I feel they should be abolished from school unless we should all be aloud to piss everywhere!”
Sally and the custodian exchanged a glance. Then they looked at the two kids before them. “how about,” Sally asked, “the two of you go to the Russians and say that to them?! Because it's not we who can ban their drugs much more than you can!”
“Then how come we should all have to endure your authority over us?!”
Again Sally and the custodian exchanged a glance. “It's because,” they both started at once, then glanced at each other again - and it so happen they both continued: “... we can't really trust you!”
Peter looked at Sally with some intensity, while Jeanette looked with mock naïvety at the custodian. After a while Jeanette said: “How come, then, do you trust us to be in school, even?!”
Peter's smug smile returned to his face, and he added: “Exactly! Thereby we are exactly the ones you should be trusting! And thereby, also, we should be let go off about this small stuff, like that pee at the bathroom door.”
“And what about that pee in a flower pot?!”
“I said it was Fred!”
“We don't know of any Fred that it could have been, except a few kids in the school, none of which fits the description you usually have of him!”
Jeannette gave a sound which seemed almost like a grunt, but was too discreet to be seen as such. Immediately after she stated: “There has been a Fred! There was one, who was here in the neighbourhood many times last fall, and I think the whole summer too!” She looked at her brother. “Isn't that right, Peter?!”
He grunted. “Yeah. That's correct!” he answered.
“We know of no such person! And even if there was one, why would there be his pee in that flower pot?! And if perchance you're telling the truth about him, how come, then, you don't let us - or the police - in on some good details about how to trace him?!”
“It's because, “Peter answered, “he's sort of only here in a weird notion of himself! ... And that's not a kind of notion that one be describing!”
Again the custodian and Sally looked at each other. In this the custodian found a notion of a wisdom - or perhaps only sort of, he thought for himself, and said: “Do you know what, kids?! There's no chance that that Fred could have been here without there being any sort, even trace that the police could follow about him! Thereby I think you're just into child's play, and the insinuation that we should both participate in your game of it! Thereby, I think it's time you skip this Fred nonsense and start making actual sense! That goes for the two of you!”
The two kids looked at one another, and then at the custodian. “If we do that, why don't you let us off this case already?!”
“We can't!” Sally responded. “Because it's the two of you who are responsible for doing too much of it already for us to get off your case!”
“Because it's not true,” the custodian added, “that what the two of you have done is small enough an issue to be easily forgotten. It really does seem that if we let you off the hook, then there will seem, we think, to be too big a lack of authority in us. I mean we can't challenge all the drug dealers in town, because we don't have enough authority for it. But you children really should let us keep the little authority we have!”
Peter looked at him rather slyly and said: “Perhaps we don't have to put up with your authority just as long as you are not good enough even to stop them from having us seem like imbeciles, by giving us drugs and stuff!”
Sally sighed. “We certainly can't accept all your filth just because we can't do very much to stop those drug dealers! We really don't have to put up with the two of you, and thereby I will recommend that both of you go to a special class!”
“But when we're in that special class we'll be victims of the bad influence of those other kids in it!”
“I can't help that!” Sally answered. “And once you're there, you'll be held responsible for all your actions, and any wrongdoing can fairly easily get you expelled from the school as a whole!”
“Hm!” the custodian responded. “I wonder why you haven't put them there a long time ago!”
“That's because there seemed to be a fairly good chance to look at them as innocent enough for being in ordinary class!”
He shook his head. “That seems to be a naive standpoint about them!”
“Yes it was,” she answered. “But now I'm gonna take care of things about them!” and the two kids were at last moved to the special class she had neglected to move them to for almost two years for one of them for the other. Neither of them managed to stay out of trouble there, and both of them were expelled from school within three months from having been put in special class.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
“No! God isn't about that! Rather ... he's about totally putting evil at stake as too dangerous for us not to distrust, I think!”
Jenny looked at Phillip. “Do you mean,” she asked him, “that God is about evil in the sense that he sees to it that it's there for us to be warned about?!”
“Well, I guess he's about that evil shouldn't be prevailing by doing that itself!”
“What do you mean?!”
“That evil is perhaps capable of prevailing, otherwise, by having itself seem as interesting as all that! By that capacity it will prevail no what God does! It is always there as an example of itself - either with or without God there - and that why God sees to it that it's he, and not the devil or his demons that does the presentation of evil for us!”
“I guess you don't find evil to be thing to be seen as below taking care of itself! Do you find there to be meaning to evil, then, or is it just that we never can get away from it since it is to sly at presenting itself as there were, or something?!”
“I suppose you don't find evil to be prevalent, then, since you imply that it shouldn't be seen as being capable of presenting itself as what there is to be dealt with?!”
Jenny looked at him. “I guess I feel that evil is too low to be seen like that! And I guess that if you feel that it isn't, then it's people like you who make it prevail!”
“No! I don't make it prevail! I feel that there shouldn't be any evil if we could help it! But I also feel I have to be into that evil does exist - and that it has to be dealt with it!”
Jenny sighed and pretended as if nothing about Philip for a while. She also didn't look at him again, but stared into the ground, when she answered: “Do you really believe evil is that good - as to present itself as the evil it is itself?! Or do you think God has proposed for us that evil is to be seen as the might that we have to be dealing with for the sake of it presenting itself as such?!”
“No, I mean evil is the might that has to be dealt with whether or not it presents itself, but that it can be into some good, for example the truth of presenting itself as what it is. ...”
“Then what is there about evil that can be good?! For example, can the Devil be into care for the child that is Jesus, and still be into destroying the world that is around Him?!”
“I guess he can't, but there still has to be some good in him for being able to make us believe that there isn't to much bad about him!”
“Then how come the Devil doesn't come to terms with God, and then the two of them can reverse the trend of that evil always prevails - supposedly by presenting itself, right?!”
“That's because evil has no chance of surviving in eternal goodness! The Devil thereby also is not capable of enduring goodness forever!”
Jenny looked at him. “To be evil is not to be too weak for enduring goodness! It's about being too strong for the sake of being good for goodness!”
“Oh, I suppose that's what they say that it's supposed to be! But for the sake of evil, one doesn't have to make it prevail! That is one doesn't have to view goodness as a something that will benefit those that are weak enough not to withstand it! It is evil that shall not be seen as more than too weak for it!”
“Why do you think evil isn't bad enough to be mean even when it's not threatened by that it cannot survive good?!”
“I think it cannot be surviving when were into good in the sense that it shall not be into that evil is sense! And that's why goodness makes sense, and evil doesn't!”
A bit startled by this statement Jenny looked a bit intensely at the man who spoke it. “Why do you think it isn't bad to say evil isn't there and survives even in God's circumstances?!”
“It's not true that evil cannot prevail even with God and His goodness around! But it is true that it cannot prevail as if there wasn't a parasitic tendency to it when it does! And thereby God, in His divine authority, sees to it that it doesn't survive, if we have that kind of ideal circumstances. But evil will survive just by being into that it cannot be good enough to survive without ignoring that God cares for evil to be vanquished. It cannot survive without that pretension, I think.”
Again Jenny looked at him. “Now you don't have to propose that evil is at all that kind of weak! It is God who is there to save us from that evil is strong! We have to care for Him and Jesus in order to withstand although evil prevails! So how come it's said that evil can pretend to be good, and that even without seeming good enough for us to say to ourselves that we have to respect it?! How come you say it, for example?!”
“Evil is evil even when it seems good. Thereby it's weak to the extent there is goodness around it, even when it seems good! Thereby some people are superficial!”
She looked at him again, and figured he must be into that weakness even in a Godly person should perhaps be despised as probable evil. She knew her father to be frightened sometimes when moralizing authorities seemed to be hiding things by their moralization. Now, she herself also felt frightened.
After a few days she had spread the word to very many people that Philip was an evil enough man to support the Devil as a Demon that is necessary - at least for the sake of presenting evil, to begin with, and then also for making it real enough to kill the weak. This she described to be what he called God; the Devil in his power of presenting evil for the sake of crushing weakness - and those people who have it!
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Friday, August 18, 2017
“Why do they keep on having it we are so clever, when it's they who are capable of getting away with scorning everybody except themselves?” he asked his brother.
“Well, ... probably it's because they can't seem to be into power struggle the way we guys can sometimes care to be!”
“Then how come they pretend to be our best friends about how to cope with life, without that intruding on that they seem to be without that struggle for pretending to be alright to trust without giving up their power over other girls and women!?”
“Well, I bet that's because they don't feel they have to struggle to stay in power! For all I know they can be in power over one another by just staying it! For instance that second woman you met down at the bar, she didn't struggle with that other first one; she just stood for that she was the real thing, sort of, and that anybody else thereby was her inferior.”
“Hm. Yeah. I guess she did that!”
“Thereby, bro', we don't have any alibi for actually tending to struggle against each other we neither, I think. Perhaps we could do it like they, if only there weren't that damned competition from other men who tend to do that struggle for the advantages - for example the advantages with women!”
“Perhaps, then she, the bitch who was into scorning everyone who isn't competent of being - or at the very least seeming - humble and compliant, in spite of any instances of care to be evil in the people he or she is dealing with,” he took a breath and paused for a second. “I wonder if she tends never to struggle also!? Because she, if anyone, seemed to be into just playing with her scorn as an attitude to have, as if - at least - for competition!”
His brother thought about it. “I'm not sure! But you know what?! I actually did try to find out about it once, by trying to interest a female foe of hers in let on about her and what she was actually into for the scorning part of her attitude. But she, that foe of hers, she didn't care to be perspicacious about her! indeed she tried to scorn me for even asking about that women, and when I mentioned it was a foe of hers, then she simply pretended that I was an ass for trying to be into her about her foe, as if she meant that she better be the one to see to it that everybody else stay away from caring about it!”
“Have you only tried that with a female foe of hers? I mean what about the male ones?”
“Oh, I sort of have tried that! I didn't mention it because there seemed to be no point in pretending that it would work to! I mean several guys I know have tried to conspire against her! But everyone has seemed to be the asshole of the context - and/or one in the group of assholes he managed to get to be with him for it!”
“But then what are they about once they try to seduce us?! I mean can't women seem to be real for once when they even charm people into believing they want to be with them for company that might be close enough for comfort, and even sex sometimes?!”
His brother looked a bit nonplussed. “I guess they just try to seduce us anyway! They don't seem to care about it in that sense! I don't know how or how come they can do it! They just seem interested in closeness and then induce us to be ... ehm, I guess you could say jealous of any potential rival who could have them! ... They do something like that, and no I don't know exactly how they do it!”
“But, then how come they don't try to seduce us into becoming they way they complain about us not being!?”
“I guess that's because they can't figure out away to do it without loosing their advantage about charming us to be theirs rather than anybody else's!”
“How come it's not strange for them that they never try to be particularly into guarding their interests once they are in power over a situation!?”
“They don't seem for real about it - when it's about sex they could be into, at least not if it's of their own sexual interest to get into it!”
“How come then they never try to convince us not to try to be clever about their inability to pretend as if something about themselves as terrific to have except when they're well into charm to the cost of their own interests?!”
“They don't have any responsibility for caring about it! Weirdly enough they just don't! That's why!”
With that he ended the conversation.