I don't like Loki, I don't like Thor either. I like Captain America and Ironman. I don't like psychopaths, I dealt with a psychopath years ago and that was enough for me. Eliminated. So whoever goes after assholes and gets treated as a doormat is a masochist. And I'm not just referring to women, since there are so many "assholes" who get whipped, trampled and even sodomized. So these assholes, who play the part of the asshole, in a perfect way, keeping many desperate and in love women on the wire, in their privacy they are on their knees and are used by paying Mistresses who humiliate and torture them in a thousand ways. But these things cannot be written in the official newspapers. These things girlfriends don't have to know. They all have to think they are dealing with asshole men. But when they don't spin you it's not because they don't like you but because they want perverse erotic practices. So they go to pay professional sadistic prostitutes who do painful things to them that satisfy them. So while many of you girls sigh and dream of romantic loves, meanwhile they are there with the one who whips them and tramples them and makes them pay huge sums to have the pain that they are experiencing. So they are not assholes but just worms and should be treated as such.
It was dark outside. I was getting changed to go out for dinner. I was almost in front of the window, because the mirror was between the two windows. Suddenly a red light out there grabs my attention. He is standing in the middle of the trees. I remain motionless. I know he is watching. He doesn’t want me to forget what happened, our years together, our perverse bond. He doesn’t want me to forget anything like he does. But he does it in a manic way. He keeps the memories of every second, every minute and every hour of his life in his inner filing cabinet. I rearrange my dress. I know he wants to see me shaken but I have to act like he’s not there. His love was not. It was control. I had the power but he wanted to control me from below. He now wants to see if I live happy. But he knows that I cannot be happy neither with him nor without him. The razor’s edge of our story was metal and dangerous. But he couldn’t imagine that I was really different from the others. What was dark in me he hadn’t seen well. This had been his failure. A Dark Lady is not that easy to spot and he hadn’t been able to grasp the details. When he realized he had lost the future with me it was already too late, I had decided his destiny and I had closed my heart forever. I was there, in my house, ate, went out, smiled and lived. He was there in the dark, without money and without a life. He was trying to still exist, to exist for me. Instead I existed for myself and I had broken his game. I had discovered his bluff. He no longer ate, no longer had a home, no longer had friends. He only had me. He lived only for me. Every night he stood there in that darkness that had created between us. And he saw me living without him. Sometimes I left the window closed. Sometimes I opened the curtains. I knew that his only life was there in my daily nothingness. His goal had always been to destroy me inside. Destroy my vital spark. But he couldn’t know about my destroying Demon. His was a fiction. But mine was real. By the time he realized the power of my mind, everything had already vanished from his hands.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 