“Levator Labii Superiorus. Don’t tempt me, you know we’re on the clock.”

She brushed her hand up against her gun and was reminded of the tasks at hand.

The lights flickered as she watched his shadow disappear and reappear.

He flowed as he worked, like a king in his throne, he was right where he needed to be.

The perfect temptation.

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.”

She remembered seeing that on one of her victims mugs one time.

She began to recite this, but he interrupted:

“Don’t speak.”

Like a doe in the forest, her eyes spoke of caution, her body swayed only slightly.

“You speak of your cages, yet you provoke the lion in his den. Do you not see that your beauty is your only protector? If it were me out there playing cats and dogs, in an instant the games would cease. With you, it’s flawless. It’s unexpected. They look at you and see magazine covers, not realizing that you hold army knives in your garters. It’s a psycho-potential mockery of every male out there who’s life you end. Yet you sit here, provoking the very man who cleans up your messes.”

Lust is red with fury, her fists itch and her spine rattles.

“What if I decide to no longer colaborate with you? Just one day, up and decide that I’m no longer your anatomical janitor. Hm? What then sweet princess?”

She grabs her duffel bag and an extra pack of ammunition.

“You’ll get a psycho-potential mocking and a goodbye kiss like the rest of them, sweet prince.”

“Oh aren’t you sweet.” he mumbled as he turned around to zip up the rest of the body bags.

He didn’t have time for her provoking, and she was already late.

Lust contemplated her answer as she listened to the sound of the food crushing in her mouth.

“I think its a contemporary lack of self control. We refuse to deny our true beings. We realize that we are animals, and that the predator will always seek its prey. Murder is a feeling, and so is rage and happiness. You and I do not separate the three among them. You see just as much beauty in a painting as you see in a dry corpse. I see just as much beauty in the first breath of a child, as I see in the last breath of a victim. It’s in all of us, we are just the ones who choose to unleash it.”

Vinnie took a deep breath. He had to control himself from ravishing her right then and there.

“You’re somethin’ else you know.”, he spoke in a muffled tone so she would not hear the desire in his voice.

She smirked as he turned his back and remembered that one night where his self control was not as ingrained as it was today.

The sound of the gloves snapping on his hands awoke her from the entrancing day dream. She watched as he dug his hands into the bubble of fat that laid on the examination table and thought,
“Those same hands have been all over me.”

He threw the over-sized liver into the weighing bin and began humming an old french song as if he was in a welcoming cafe, not a cold and sinister morgue.

This is what Lust enjoyed about him.
He too saw the beauty and the macabre elegance of being elbow deep in things most people fainted only thinking of.

They were both the anomalies.

The rejected elite.

She continued to elaborate her theory. Knowing full well that she would reel him in with her every word.

“You see my dear, it is like a beast. Most choose to contain this beast, deep into the cages of the soul. We choose to let it breathe. We choose to let it roam free. A calm creature that feeds only ever so often. The others harness it, and just as any encased beast does, it tears at the walls of its confinement. The struggle translates into curiosity and soon the people find it harder and harder to deny the fervor. That is when you hear the bimbos on TV say:

“A middle aged man was arrested today and is being investigated in the murders of three women. Friends of the suspect say that the event was completely out of character and that they would have never expected a good man like him to commit such horrendous crimes.”

And so you see my sweet pea, they burn the candle at both ends until the cage no longer holds and the beast no longer folds.
We are the lucky ones. We are made of flesh and the omnipresent talent to allow ourselves to be the creatures we truly are. The predator will always seek its prey.”

He unbuckled his belt and she knew her words had reached their goal.

The predator will always seek its prey.

Philosophy #1

“Working”

        So first off, one usually grows up with the idea that you get educated, so you can master a talent, and work the rest of your days doing that, right? The typical order of life: school, work, death, and somewhere in between the atrocities of love,marriage, and children. Well. Then in this equation there are many variables:

Variable A = You do not have a “specialization” and wander endlessly from a temp job to another.

Variable B = You have a specialization, thrive in it, and ultimately become master in this specialization.

Variable C =You absolutely hate what you do, but you teach yourself to accept the circumstances.

Yet, for all of these variables, my question is still the same.
What is the point of this so-called “rat race”?

Variable A, you ultimately end up either finding Variable B, or just continuing to live the improvisational way of life, and indulging in risk and insecurity.

Variable B, brings you happiness, you accomplish what you desire, and are respected by peers, considered the master of your “art”, but after all that, what comes next? Does happiness not become dull after a while? Are we not humans after all? Never do we truly appreciate something when we have it in full.

Variable C, brings routine, the force of learning to “just live with it”, and doesn’t bring happiness, nor misery. It is the insipid of the variables.

Yet, all of them come to this end. This end of life.
Where you are either content, or discontent.

Respected or not.

Loved or hated.

Remembered or forgotten.

Many times one can see that old mythological stories describe the desire of achieving immortality and everlasting glory.

To me, this process still goes on.
There is only a certain amount of things that we can do for ourselves and our own happiness, until we seek the respect of others around us also.

This desire to be accepted in the past century has been outdated, and the mentality of “not caring what others say” has been instilled in many.

Yet, I beg to differ.

I believe we all truly have this need in us.
No matter how hard we try to convince ourselves that we don’t care.
We do.
There is always one person who’s admiration/respect we seek.
Whether it be a parent, spouse, or hopeful acquaintance.

And to this I pose my question.
If after all, we say that our work is for ourselves, yet when wanting to satisfy ourselves, we actually satisfy our needs to be accepted, are we not working to achieve the ancient desire of everlasting respect and glory?

Many times, friends and I would discuss religion, and I would be asked what I “believe” in. 

My replies were usually scattered, and I truly felt the need to put them down somewhere to organize them a bit. So, why not here aye?

- I know one thing that I truly believe in, and that is energy and the strength of a humans will.

- Our will to survive, our will to evolve, and our will to live on.

- I know for sure I do not believe in a higher entity much like the “God” Christians have. 

- I believe in the power of ourselves, and do not believe in the idea that “God” controls everything and we humans have no choice in it.

- I can’t say I don’t agree with certain aspects of religion, but I can say I completely disagree with the fact that people have taken religion and made it an obsessive path, rather than taking it as a guideline to a good life.

- The theory of energy also is something I tend to support, and the fact that what you put “out” will eventually come back to you, or Karma, which has been proven to me in life, time and time again.

- I do not believe in negativity, and I do not believe in blind pessimism. I believe in at least attempting to make the best of a situation, and although even for me it is hard some times, I try and make something of everything.

- The idea that the human soul is “trapped” in the human body is something I also find myself believing. I do believe in the power of the human mind very much so, but in the human body I find myself doubtful in many of its aspects.

- In reference to reincarnation, I do not think very highly of it and I think it is a bit of an exaggeration or a bit of a “stretch” in the idea of living forever.

- Ultimately I think I have come to the conclusion that it is important to maintain an open mind in all matters pertaining to religion and beliefs. I do not refuse discussions on religion, and I do not refuse to listen to different theories. I think that is most important, and it is something that all should practice as long as we want to coexist as a species. 

No thoughts or repercussions,

Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing.

My writing is nothing.

My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance.

My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious.

Hidden.

Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play its typical role.

I’m a writer. A painter. A dreamer, lover, and non-returnable 30 days after purchase.

Good god.

Somebody make some lemonade, my brain hurts and my ankle isn’t doing great either.