Clearing the Bad Seed

Somewhere between the depths of hell and earth, fate awoken the caveats of natural forces to throw me out of the black den. Blackwidow found herself in a remote coast where the dangers of men’s urges provoked her serene disposition. I got through the indecent propositions and attempt of abuse. That wasn’t enough though. Now she’s lured back in the city where every breath stinks of corruption.

I went back doing what what I was good at–exploiting the sinister guide to handling bitches and assholes. The corporate environment has not changed a bit, or maybe has gotten worse. Women grit their teeth at the sight of a new girl dressed up like a doll, getting attention from their object of desires. They tat from behind in alliance, alienating and blaspheming the quiet unknown. I expected that.

So the managers strain on each other’s authority, procuring a chain on my neck. Their balls heat up from wanting to be rubbed when their egos bounce back against their faces. The Blackwidow is who she is. She observes, coheres, submits and eats up when the subject falls prey of his or her own emotions. I have sworn to recoil from own wicked tendencies but I might contemplate on making some exceptions.

This is what everyone keeps on failing at–making assumptions in the midst of inadequacy to gather information. So they think my IQ is negative just because the pretty smile and passive approval do not debate on their bickering social flaws. In this moment, while the sweet aroma of Starbucks coffee lightens the burden of heightened shoes, the cards had been laid to a conclusion. Their subconscious perceptions need to be knocked out of altered reality.

I thought I would never lay hands on the old manual but the prejudice on existing circumstance calls for an action. The next few days..weeks..they will realize who they are after. The goal is to force the habit of equality. One cannot put down anyone such that a distinct hierarchy exists. One must not delude himself or herself of relative perfection but rather abort the animosity caused by own standards. One must not weigh value to humans based on materialistic notions. One must not forget that everyone came from one Father. They are burdened by their own wrath, consumed by their efforts to take someone’s freedom.

I am where I’m at now for a reason. In fact, I didn’t do a shit to be here.

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