Being willing to be a pawn in a game is fun. It's like giving up my entire Soul to the Creator. I just sit by and let the Ego go....watch with the Superego....and let the idiots influence my Id. It is amazing what these criminals will do. Take, for instance, the amount of cocaine the Gangster uses. He literally hijacked my Ego...then my body...turned on my microphone...and then backed-out completely to talk to me. He made his comments.
"You don't sound Southern."
*who does on purpose, except Scarlet O'Hara...and what Yankee appreciates that movie?*
"You seem nice."
*I am...and I'll still slice a bitch."
"I think we might get along."
*We will...and then I'll take you to see St. Valentine and St. Andrew...you twisty, arrogant, smooth-talking, law-ignorant Irish-Italian Nationalist Yankee Bastard.*
The Yankees have Wicked.
The Rebels have Twisted.
They are equally deadly...in large doses...
But, then again, we are all Americans, aren't we?
Or do Terrorists qualify...
I forget.
*laughs*
~AC
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