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SamaelSwine
Do you, like Skinner and Descartes view humans as biological machines? If you, my dear and hopefully attractive reader, are on this website I assume that you are comfortable with manipulating people and using them for your own purposes. Does that sound a little sociopathic? It should. There is a lot a satanic fella or fellette can could learn from those folks. Not the getting arrested part though. Don't get arrested, or even do things that will get you arrested, unless your'e drunk and your buddy dares you to. Then you have to, or you'll be a wuss. 


A sociopath might be manipulative, but they are also shallow, and frequently more than a little dumb. Take those sweeping generalizations with a mine of salt as most of what we know about the population comes from research conducted in the prison system. A satanist and a sociopath diverge in that a satanist tends to be a sensitive type, deeply attached to life, curious, and thinks about the consequences of their actions. I have no data to back that up, other than my own assuredly inaccurate self assessment and equally problematic hunch about the general satanic zeitgeist. The satanist realizes that people, like machines, can be used to do things for them that they would rather not, or cannot do themselves. Both groups are united in their conscious use of people. 


You can use a person for sex, as an emotional outlet, a political connection, labor, protection, and so and and so forth ad infinitum. Personally, I like to cultivate semi-distant though affectionate relationships with people from a variety of social castes with the outlook of an investor. Sure, this conversation, this movie, or this blowjob might not be fun now (rhetorically of course; I've never met a blowjob I didn't like, and if I ever met a blowjob I would ask how it managed to ascend from a thing done to a thing that is) but this time that I give to this person now will appreciate in the bank account of their memory. It may accumulate more time than I put in, and I will be in the position to demand more time from that person than I gave to them, or the time might change to something like cash when I'm in a jam, a ride when I'm pickled, or a joke when I'm sad. But I do not disregard the feelings of others, I factor feelings into my social calculus when manipulating folks. Furthermore I don't think that what I do is much different from what anybody else living in any human society does. We leverage our relationships to get shit. Sociopaths tend not to give anything back in trade, and take a short view of the exploitable relationship. They take the big shiny thing and blow the whole thing up rather than slowly drain people around them when it's needed, giving something back every now and then. Sociopaths drive their cars until the wheels fall off. I lovingly maintain my car; I change the oil, rotate the tires, and other things. This is a poor analogy because I know nothing about cars, though I understand that they require some upkeep. I maintain my human machines. If I don't, I would end up doing those things that I don't want to do.


Obviously, there are folks out there, like Machiavelli, Lau Tzu, and a bunch of others who've written far more effectively about the methods of manipulating people. But what can we learn from the bastards, the psychic vampires, the dreughs, and the human leeches that abound. They get along in the world through their drainage, and I can respect that in a certain sense. I think I would die of embarassment before moving back to my parents, going on the dole, living off of someone else or something. But if could erase that part of my brain, maybe I'd be the real winner at life.



Anna


Today’s news gave me a laugh. A nearly seventy-year-old sexual maniac decided to prey on young female students at the university in Poznań. He put on smart clothes, took a suitcase and introduced himself as a professor of anthropology doing a scientific research. He led naive girls one by one to a secluded place, gave them a survey to complete and then asked them to gradually undress themselves so that he could measure their muscle temperature. Each of the confused girls eagerly took off her clothes and let the bogus professor meticulously examine her naked body. The professor then wrote down the “results” in his papers and kindly thanked the girls for their contribution to the development of science.


It turned out that the guy “worked” at several universities and colleges in and near Poznań. When the girls decided to speak up, the police arrested the predator on the grounds of sexual abuse. Then, some psychologists commented on the whole affair; that we have a natural tendency to conform, that we usually trust and obey the authority, that the guy was very persuasive, that his professor disguise was like a magic spell, that the confused victim is easy to manipulate blah blah blah…


Or perhaps, the girls fancied some anal fisting and simply needed a good excuse.


Anna Nov 4 '15 · Rate: 1 · Comments: 7 · Tags: conformity, manipulation, sexual abuse, deceit
Anna

Good morning said the dog walking a kid on a leash. Good morning I answered politely but couldn’t help chuckling. Yeah, it was the dog walking the kid, not the other way round. That damn dog was bigger than her, an eleven-year-old daughter of my neighbors who have just moved in. Totally irresponsible people. They should have bought a smaller dog. This one was too big. It was pulling the child behind itself. But why should I care? Not my business.


I returned to reading the newspaper. It was a beautiful sunny morning, just perfect for sitting on a bench in the park. It was just a bit too noisy for my taste though. Plenty of children running around and playing, neurotic parents calling and shouting at their kids. Total craziness.


Rex! Rex! Come back here! Rex! Rex! Come back! Come back! I looked around. The dog was running around the park with the leash hanging loose and the child was chasing it. Rex! Rex! Rex! Come back! Rex!


Those people are really funny, those who think they can walk the Beast on a leash. Sooner or later, the blessed day comes when the Beast gets out of hand. This is when it becomes beautiful. Chaos unbound, pure evil uncontrolled by anyone. It’s so amusing to see confusion and helplessness on their faces, or even anger, when it dawns on them they are no longer in control, when they see everything fall apart. They wish then they wouldn’t have started playing with fire. They wish they could turn the clock back but it’s too late…


Rex! Come back, Rex! Mommy! Mommy! Rex ran away! Mommy! And the child started crying. Like a puppet on the strings, I thought. It’s too late, my darling, too late…


Don’t worry she said and unzipped his trousers. James doesn’t know anything. Too stupid. He thinks I’m staying late at work. The loser can’t even find a job. I’m wasting my life with him. She was sitting on him and delicately caressing his breast with her tongue. You know how to satisfy your tigress. And she laughed and kept laughing louder and louder and louder…


I put my fingers in my ears but her laughter reverberated all round the room. I let the photos fall on the floor, the photos made by the private detective. She had been cheating on me for two years, fucking her colleague in a cheap motel. The nasty visions were passing rapidly through my mind. I must put myself together. Soon it will be over. I prepared myself for this for quite a long time. Everything will be all right. The doorbell rang.


Oh the dinner is ready! Oh James, how romantic! I took her coat and lighted the candles.


I watched her breathing while she was laying beside me. So peaceful and serene. I had put enough of sedatives in her drink. She looked self-confident as usual, even now, when she was sleeping, blissfully unaware of what was going to happen. I pressed the pillow against her face. I waited and watched how her life was slowly leaving her body…


She was always on top of me when we were making love. Always dominating at work, at home and in bed. Now there she was, submissive and obedient, bending unconditionally to my will.


Like a puppet on the strings, I whispered after I got off on her inert body.


It’s too late, honey. It’s too late.

Anna Jul 13 '15 · Rate: 3.33 · Comments: 3 · Tags: story, manipulation, betrayal, beast, murder, puppet
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