Trying to Get Rid of "Fakes"

“I say it's not easy!” he said. “I say it's difficult to do it!”

“I guess the notion of the decree doesn't leave them unsuspicious about our initiatives to describe them as awful about those who seem to be good at ruling over the command that is needed to solve our current problems.”

“Yeah! That's it! It seems to them to be awful for somebody who is in charge to take command against them and thereby overrule their decisions about what impressions we should aspire to make! It will be soon enough that they discover who put them up to it!”

“Yeah!” she agreed. “And thereby they will all simply have it we should not be trusted - and that's like ever again!!”

“It's not fake that we and not they are into actually caring about the proclamations of superiority that our organization needs! Thereby I wonder if they'll really fall for it, those who are in charge right now!”

Thoughtfully she looked through their open back door, and out onwards towards the horizon. “I also wonder that!” she replied. She then began looking at their two watchdogs and mumbled:” Seems good enough to mess with them as so phoney and bad that we needed to take care of them as inferiors!”

“Yeah! I agree! But how do you suppose they will react if we don't have any proof for that they're phoney unless we can gain only by having them seem inferior?” He also began looking at their watchdogs and added: “I suppose that they are both of them also skilled enough to take care of that for us?! Right, Clara?!”

“Right, Roger! Thereby we'll just have to shoot them in the legs and then let our dogs take care of the rest.”

Thereby the two of them settled for that they could kill their two enemies without seeming to be immature or crazy about pretending they're immoral! Because it's not supposedly about actual moral, at least not of the wrong kind, they figured, to embrace the thought of letting their dogs do the killing, and thus seem innocent. They would be supposedly wicked for it, but that could be a problem smaller than that they would seem to be too good for the assholes that might talk about it.

Two days later they fetched their dogs and went to the house of one of them. Clara rang the doorbell and Peter opened. “May I speak to your father?” she asked him in a polite manner. He looked at her for a moment, before answering: “Yeah, I'll get him!”

After about two minutes Peter and his father Bert came to the door. “What is it?!” Bert asked.

Clara looked at him and said: “I have a proposition for you and the others to be consider. It's about that the incompetents should be treated as such, and that you and the others who are good enough should be able to declare them inane or so. Thereby I will, if you let me see to it that I don't seem to have been here, show you about some regards to be taken for the sake of exposing their incompetences.”

“Let me think about that for a while!” He pondered for about twenty seconds, then he replied: “I guess I can let you come in to my house and there we'll discuss that issue!”

“It's not your house that is a good enough spot for actually taking into account that they might pretend they have superiority about mocking attitudes of absurdity!”

“Then were shall we go for it?!”

“I guess we could go to the beach for it; because there they wouldn't be able to find out how they could search on how they could seem potentially quite enough for our organization!”

“Okay, then! Now, let me just put on my beach sandals for it!”

“Of course!”

After a while they were at the beach and she was showing him where he could announce his cunning be of the more responsible kind when it comes to rendering the organization's select issues, ambitions and procurements. It seemed to him to be unnecessary to have gone down there, but still he was very eager to learn how he should keep face in coming contestations, and thereby learn to rule against those who could be considered his inferiors. “But how come,” he asked, “do you feel that they can't be tracing this when it's proclaimed by ya here, instead of at my home or something?!”

“I feel you don't have a notion against that you could consider this be territory both of you personally and of the organization as a whole!”

“I see!” he said proudly.

“I proclaim thereby that you also call that friend of yours, August, and say to him that he shouldn't miss this opportunity of regarding me as a assistant for showing that he also can do what needs ot be done against them!”

“I guess I'll call him! But then you should tell me why he is to be considered superior just as I!”

“It's because the both of you can say to them that they are fake and we are real, in the sense that doesn't seem derisory or corrupt!”

“All right! I'll call him!” he answered and picked up his cell phone. “Hey, August, it's me! You know what?! There's a young lady with me who is willing to consider you as well as me superior just as soon as we proclaim our organization's determinations be too good for those inferior for it!So will you please come down here? I'm at the beach and she is willing to show us right her and now just how we should be considered absolute security for our our organization's businesses! Thereby we will, it seems, be able to take over the organization soon enough, just as long as they keep considering her liability to be considerate enough for the organization!”

“But how shall I be considered right for it? I am just a pretend smartness for having faith in it!”

She heard his answer and broke in: “It's because,” she said to Bert, “he also seems that innocent while he's at it! He doesn't have to be considered to be of the organization's benefit for me to consider him to be a bet I can have for the sake of keeping the organization clean from thos who are lowly in that they don't seem superior enough for it!”

“I say it she who feels that way, and it's not about our organization, August!” She looked at him while he was finishing that statement. She considered him low enough to consider himself and that other fellow to be superior now that she, as a woman had stated that they could be even seen supreme. Meanwhile the other man was saying that “Okay, I'll be there in just a few minutes!”

She smiled. “I forgot,” she said while Bert ended his call, “to say that he as well as you are invited to dinner tonight as long as they say to themselves that we shall have an organization smart enough not to consider those low-lives to be good enough for it!”

“I guess we can then work on that part of it, once he comes here then?!”

“I meant that, yes!” she answered him in a firm voice, whilst she was feeling solemn about that he would fall into the trap.

Two minutes later August arrived.

“I consider the two of you,” Clara said, “to be the most cunning and competent people we have for the cause of contemning the silly, awkward and foolish people who want to join our organization! I thereby will how you just what I had in mind for you two to show them that we shall consider a criterion for respectability, and you will thereby be considered the most valuable members of our organization!”

The two of them looked at her and August asked: “How come I will be considered that kind of a smart man at defending the attitudes we already have?! I don't consider myself to be so smart at actually faking that they are inferior! I consider myself to be of value only for the betterment of that they are awful in that they see themselves as superior while already having a laugh against them, and thereby possibly also a ridicule of our whole organization with them!”

“I consider you to be an asset for the sake of proclaiming them to be imbeciles to the extent that you will get a surge going for ya, at least to the extent I can consider you seem superior to them whilst they seem inferior to us! ... Now I'm going to show the two of you where these goofs are!” She pointed to a few cliffs nearby. “There two of them usually hang out! I wnat the two of you to test your abilities in actually scorning the two of them! Now let's go there, and let me find out from the two of you, just how good you actually are at scoring such people!” She started walking. the two men followed and after while a while the three were at the closest of the cliffs. there she pointed to a inlet to a grove. “I shall see you there in a few minutes! First, now I'm going to see to it that they actually seem to be smart enough to be considered good enough, and then you will - I hope - nail them good enough for them to be considered low again! Now if you do that good enough you will be considered the best there is for the organization!”

The two men looked at her. She seemed real about what she was saying. “I guess we aught to wait in there so that they don't see us at first?”

“That's it” she answered.

Two minutes later, August and Bert had entered the grove. They waited there for three minutes. Then a man showed up; it was Roger, but they didn't recognize him! He was in disguise and seemed to consider himself to be superior, whilst acting stupid and awkward. August said: “I see you're cunning at having that attitude problem we don't have!” and Bert filled in “Yeah! You're such an awful yokel that you should be considered a lowlife in every respect one can imagine!”

“I don't see that the two of you can act any better than I can!” the man answered. Meanwhile he solemnly held a cigar in his right hand.

“Oh! It''s silly to say you have a point!” August responded. “And it's awful that you seem to be a sport now that you're at a level of attitude that doesn't correspond to the worthlessness of your actual personality!”

But as he said that the fellow he spoke to took a gun out of his right pocket, and shot him, and then, immediately after, his friend too - each of them in the leg. Then he ran off quickly and hid behind the rocks.

But soon after he was heard calling to someone: “It was two assholes! I shot them, Alan, but I coldn't but harm them, cause I'm no gentleman, I feel, unless I consider myself above the murder of such a lowlife! But your dogs, Alan, can you release them and have them do it for me?!” And as it seemed Alan did, for two big dogs came running towards the two now bleeding men. First one of them bit Bert's throat so he died, then the other one bit August's, so that he died.

Soon after Roger came forward and checked the two corpses. And upon it Clara also did the same. They looked at each other and felt that they now had solved the problem they had considered unusually bad and thus relieved themselves from the threat that had been disturbing them very much for the last couple of years!

Assets of Enthusiasm

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

Enjoy Sex Appeal as It Is

Adult (or at least semi-adult) story; follow the link if you want to read it anyway: Enjoy Sex Appeal as It Is

The Dilemma

“They all are assholes, the whole extended family, even! They're all that bad!”

“I suppose you mean that they all feel that it's not worth it to be moral, unless they themselves, respectively I mean, are threatened somehow?”

“Yes! I mean that!”

“I suppose, then, they all are bastards enough not to ever be considerate towards those they can't find to be potential enemies if they don't?”

“I guess so, bro!” Richard said. “Mom and dad also say they're all but totally evil. I even say totally!”

His brother looked at him. “I feel that our parents are right! They're hardly that evil! At least not all of them!”

“But then why do they freaking pretend everyone else is too low to be considered a friend, even those who are good enough to be friends with everybody else?!”

“I don't know! Perhaps they're as stubborn as that! And then the evils in them makes it even worse than what that would be in the first place!”

“Even so, Daniel, we have to admit to ourselves that they seem to have evil in their genes, don't they?!”

“It might only seem to be that! You know it's cultural! I guess that means it must be social in their case, since they're all part of the same culture we are!”

“I can't say they're not evil in their genes because they all seem to be the same kind of stuck up about it!”

Daniel looked thoughtfully at his brother. “Have you spoken to mom or so, let's see what she thinks! Or to dad? I bet he, even, wouldn't want to agree with that!”

“I feel that whether or not they do feel that way, they wouldn't want to deal with them much, and they couldn't, they either, I think, come up with any explanation for their evil, probably than the one I had! I mean they're not fucken losers who would have to be desparate or something! They're not obviously different from us and the others here, so that they'd perhaps be bullied ... or become paranoid in some other way - from being outsiders, that is. ...”

“But how could it be that their extended family on both sides should be the same about that!? I mean they shouldn't be evil both sides, if it's just one trait that we don't all have or something, we who actually are much of the same heritage (or at least so it seems)?!”

“I don't know for sure, but I feel they might be inbreeding, simply! Perhaps there's no one else to fuck for those bastards!”

“Haha! I guess you're right in that sense! They can't find others who are actually evil enough even that!”

But now Richard took time to think for a while. “I think that,” he began at last, “they don't feel good enough to actually be screwed by anyone who isn't evil enough to be their friend. But at the same time I bet they could be rapists and such!”

His brother sighed. “I agree. I too can believe that they're too evil to have any other kids than those who spring from rape and so on, apart from perhaps those who come to be in some evil orgy or so!”

“Yeah! That's where I'm coming from!”

“I declare that we aught to be able to label them genetically evil. But what if it seems that we're simply being evil ourselves? I mean the Nazis, and there are lots of other tyrannies too that did that, they pretended it was evil to be for example a Jew - I mean with the Nazis it was for example a Jew. And the others, they too had some similar prejudices! Sort of like anyone could be taken as their enemy as soon as they had some outer feature that made them pertain to some group they - the tyrants - labelled as the enemy!”

“I know! And that's why I feel that this shouldn't be seen as similar to the tyrannies; because they don't very much have features that make them pertain to so-called enemies - except for exactly that they really re nasty, cruel and evil! ... It's only that still it will be seen, I guess, like something that could be them, since they oftentimes - right, bro? - pretended to be threatened by the evil in those enemies.”

“That's right! And thereby I pertain to that this shouldn't be said, and that we should just be hating them for what they are, and they should go to hell when they die, and that will solve it all!”

With that they ended their conversation.

In a Very Hypnotic Envorinment

“I wish!” he said as if he was making a point by saying so. “I wish they weren't so damned bastard faking that i am not applicable for being clear about what our leaders mean by their complements for Avawlah and his colleagues in the army of our expansion.”

His cousin looked at him. “I wish too,” she answered, “that they don't feel threatened by that we don't find humiliation-gorged responses to be very cool to accept as the attitudes we want to have to appreciate, as long as it's with others!”

They had both been humiliated in childhood by the hypnosis of the enemy duo that tended to - rather invisibly   - deprive everyone who can't handle their techniques of sophistication-inclined reasoning of being reliable - and even more of being seen as such by their peers and superiors. It was evident that they couldn't find ways to define their problems, because both of them had been depraved of their clarity on situations that required their attention, accept for if they accepted severe memory loss as the payment for the sophistication in the other one for cutting loose from the initial hypnosis.

“After all,” he said to her, “we both can deal with ourselves as though they weren't mean to us! I feel we are acquainted to them as though they were evil in the sense that they require form us not to loose their immediate support for the thoughts we might have. But then, reciprocally, we shouldn't make them feel like understanding that we really do understand problems that they might not really have, but which they still might be opposed by in some distant future!”

“I agree!” she answered. “I feel that ever since we happened to spy on that enemy king and his pupils, we can both feel that we don't need to be loyal with our superiors in that particular sense!” Little did she realize, nor did her cousin, that this enemy of their superior had in him, and his loyals an intense hypnosis against realizing appreciation among superiors as valuable even for ones own survival!

“I feel,” he answered, “that since we learned that capacity to be disloyal with them who are supreme, it's like in their own eyes, so that they cannot any longer despise our guts for the way we see it as though we need to be loyal although they harass us at times!”

“I propose that although they did penalize us for being silly - as they saw it - when we challenged them well against their lack of appreciation for the absolute power we would have, that even though they did that we really have an appreciation for our potential power in that we loyally, that is to each other, keep on fighting the regime above us and with them our - and also their - enemy regimes! I feel that we from now on shall keep fighting each other, but only with potential power, so that our superiors here see that we can actually be seen as supremes although we are seen as mediocre - and possibly even worse! - by them!”

“I propose thereby that we actually start right away!”

With that the tow of them started slowly killing each other by means which their superiors were surprised that they possessed. They didn't very much care to interfere even so, since the two of them were judged as disloyal to the extent they had hidden potentials. However, they did get curios about them, and thereby did stop the two of them from their extreme though slow dispatching of one another.

After some inquiries of them, it turned out that the techniques were indeed built upon rather keen cunning about some people who were expanding and now supreme over even Avawlah and his people. “Indeed it seems to be that!” an interrogator said to another.

This surprised the younger one of the cousins, who didn't quite remember when those people visited the vicinity of the playground were they both were playing. The other interrogator was also rather surprised. She had never encountered those people, but heard of them that they were smoothly loyal, on the surface, to the notion that everyone should leave one another peacefully unchallenged. They were also smooth in the sense that never said to each other anything about tactics needed for being so unpremissive without that being noticeable for anyone else. Thereby she couldn't see them as anyones that they, nor even anyone, basically, could easily at all have been spying on!

In the end the interrogations lead to that the two cousins weren't allowed to stay inside the protected area unless they helped their leaders really learn what those techniques really consisted of. But the two cousins were unable to actually show them very much. So although they tried, now that they were threatened by the worst punishment possible, i.e. letting Avawlah's people or so get them, they still could not quite generate results about it!  

A Little Story in Swedish

It's about some Anna's and Olle's Controversy about Rights to Seduce their respective opposite gender.

Learning the Trick

“Do you see!” he asked his sister. “I can become that man, if the provocation about his personal image is enough for his spirit to enter into my soul!”

“I do see that it works if they actually provoke him about that you and he also look alike! But how the fuck would they be able to do that without seeming imbecile about how to deal with that you are not the same person after all?!”

“Janet said that we have to deal with our look-alikes, respectively, as though they were our enemies, until they tend strongly enough to level with us!”

“I know! I heard it! I was there too, remember!? But since Wolfgang added that they shouldn't be disturbed from their ordinary lives by the assumptions we make about them! Thereby you couldn't be the look alike to get his spirit to be into contact, because in that case he would notice!”

“I don't think I have it in him that he will notice that I can gather that his spirit is rather smart at proudly presenting what it wants to be seen as!”

“Then what will you have in that ordinary life of the guy?! It seems to me that he doesn't care to be viewed as much different form what everybody else is viewed as! So how come you think his spirit will visit exactly you?!”

“Because it is to be seen as the establishment of his nature! And to the extent they don't seem adequate, they always come down with an idea of how to present that person instead!”

“I propose you and I go downtown and find out, then! I can pretend you are that fellow, and then they will associate him with your behavior!”

“I don't feel that you should be there! Because that would seem to be my spirit that would be having to interfere! Therefore I can't do what she was doing to Elizabeth! It seems that I'll have to find some new friends as if I was him, first. Not until after that is it they who will associate me with him more than - what shall we say - the bad-reputation guy who is just a look-alike of his!”

“I see! But then you will be nowhere near having all influence over him anyway! So, I mean, what's the point, in that case!?”

“Don't you see!? It's a point that I can even spy at him in the first place! Then all that stuff about actually gaining power over him - all that stuff comes later!”

“I see! I guess you then will gain power so that you actually can try to influence even the power he has over randiness and such, around here!”

“Exactly! Then I will gain power over that! Just like Janet has done with Jill's former power over such stuff!”

“I suppose you and I could both be having to look-alike at least someone, because I would otherwise not catch up with you about randiness competence! I also need to find a similar look-alike, but of mine, for me to imitate!”

“I suppose you want me to say to you what I think that should be that could give you a clue to where she could be found!?”

“Yeah! I mean that!”

“Then I will propose to you to start imitating Ann Carson! I bet she is the kind of girl with whom they tend to feel like being friends, and also now and then getting laid with her!”

“Ann Carson? ... I guess that's the girl who has a bother who was eliminated sanity by that his friends all pretended he was a smart-alec, while at the same time scorning him for not getting anything that was said to him!?”

“Yeah! That's who! Now I can introduce you to how to imagine yourself to be her! But first you'll have to pay me by pretending that I'm not your brother, but some filthy boyfriend of hers!”

“I'll do that! That's a great cool attitude to have about it! Wow! I feel already I can have power over her life! We can together seem to be innocent while she and your guy are seemingly guilty forever!”

“Forever that will be!” he said.