MISS LOVEKILLJOY DEAF CHAPTERS 4 TO 7

BAD PERSONALITIES

MISS LOVEKILLJOY DEAF

CHAPTER 4

She comes out of the gate on a tear! Watch-out, if your name is on her black list! She doesn’t always rely of her anonymous employers either. She’s capacity self reliant, so she wisely and gingerly takes the initiative to watch her back, by being proactive against being stabbed in the back, by the same unscrupulous black market people, who are just as devious, like herself. That is why she says ” Tomorrow, there is no tomorrow, only today and she acts that way! She has a plan A, B,C, and D. D is a special plan, D is for Demon, ” Catch Me If You Can.” Policy, it gets geeky complex, part of her female personality, but quality of obsessive compulsive disorder, model is a bigger issue, but revenge pops open, when someone foolishly dares try to betray this Mad Miss LoveKillJoy!

[ 8-10 ]

RING, RING, we hear a phone ringing, Miss Love picks up a pink old style Google glasses version update, and paces them on head to answer the phone, and in a slow feminine smooth as silk voice answers the phone and says, sexy breathy, hello? As the other voice on the line, a man with a loud, kind of grossed, gravely voice, like that old famous, Afro-american trumpet player, Sacha mo Armstrong, answers and says : Hello? Hello, hi, hi there young lady. Miss LovekillJoy, asks, this is Nicky? Yes, sugar, girl! It’s me, Nicky! Oh, hy Nicky, baby! How’s things? Positively, now that I am talking with you every thing is neat treat, and kind of dynamic, taking advantage of being in love with you that is to say! Oh Nicky, what a sweet, sweet thing to say! Same here, dear, look, where you at? Oh, a car is driving me to the airport! Be, um, um, oh, well lets, say maybe, 15 minutes, most 25, to be with you to raise cain, soon, honey sugar! What color is my day? Honey, as long as your color is L O V E., the same as mine! We are going to have one hell of a good afternoon. And oh gosh, can you look out side, the sun will start to go down, and it will setting! I love sunsets, the chopper ride is going to be one beautiful timeless experience! I can’t wait!

I believe you, and say, what do you say about last night, honey? Hey we had fun, sugar! I’ll say, last night right, hmmmm boy, was so, so good! Yep! It was so different, for me, I don’t get out that much, especially to go to DJ party in-house clubs too often! Honestly, it’s been years, said Nicky with his gravely voice slowing down, demonstrably, denoting the revelation that he was ashamed of that true fact, but considering his time consuming and demanding scientific work, any way he, quickly got over it,

and continued, and bounced back smiling, with a spritely sounding reply saying, ” Its was well, different for me.” Did you believe it, how cool it was, or how much fun Nicky? The DJ was making you feel like you were in a different place, like heaven, a heaven inside of you, especially when MC, spark T, looped the Whitney Tracks, OMG! Thats party barcardi! Was that cool, or what? Yes, honey it was nice sugar, I kind of like being with you alone best, afterwards! Oh sweetie, thanks, I enjoyed your company, Nicky, you know what I mean, it rocked being with you too! Look I got 5:26 pm, when you gonna catch up to me, Nicky? Well, the driver is pulling into the airstrip now, perhaps ten minutes, sugar. Cool! I’ll wait. I am in front of the chopper on runway 42, at the light blue footing! Sure honey-sugar! See you then! So long sweaty, Kiss, Kiss! See ya! Click, Miss loveKilljoy hangs up, the line goes dead. Miss love, casually sits, with all her bags, and looking around out through her wide rimmed black, hollywoodish sunglasses, every much a drama queen, as her

African, chauffeur, Mr. Dahac, drives her down to the heliport, he gets out and walks around the big black limousine, to her side door and opens it for her, she daintily steps out, scans the environment, giving it a once over, her hair and her scarf blowing up in the brisk afternoons wind.

She focuses ahead, and abruptly proceeds straight to the office reception kiosk, over which there is this big sign,” Himmel Hubschrauber !” She goes into the glassed walled office, and a receptionist, Miss Conciliare, greets her, and nods her head. Miss Conciliare, sits quietly at a long mahogany desk along side a bunch of advertisements, and on the wall, behind her, a mural of a helicopter! Miss Conciliare, she’s dressed in a brite sky blue office attire! The office is decorated with an airy, wispy pale blue tones, that makes both of them stand right out, as prosaic music is barely audible! And everything looks spanking new too, both she and the receptionists acknowledge each other, smiling politely!

Miss Love, walks over closer to the pretty brunette, blued eyed receptionist, who’s around nineteenth’ish, and is thin as a dime, and wearing a tiny bright gold german insignia on her lapel, and assuming, the girl is a native German speaker, addresses her, smiling broadly, saying, Hallo, Brauche ich etwas Hilfe, ich habe ein Helikopter-Rundflug für 17:00 heute Nachmittag. Mein Name ist auf der Liste, mein Name is Miss Love!

Oh I am sorry, I don’t speak it, my German is really bad, I am sorry. I am just filling in for the regular receptionist, who works this desk, this afternoon, she speaks it, but she took a sick day, sorry. Miss Love stares at her curiously listening , then says, “Oh Sorry, my fault, I thought, um, um er, OK, what I Need to know is, if my flight arrangements are set for 5 pm, thats why I arrived early. My name is Miss LoveKillJoy Deaf. I am supposed to meet up with someone.”

” Yes, of course, let me see madame, do be kind enough to give me a moment will you ? Thank you kindly, you Miss ? Whats your name again ?”, asked the receptionist, checking the computer screen flashing in front of her. ” Miss Love, Miss LoveKillJoy Deaf,” replied Miss Love cordially. The receptionist replies ” Oh yes,” she picks up the clip board and scrolls her finger down the list till she sees her name. ” Ah yes, got you. Could you be kind of enough madame, to allow me to see your ID ?”, she asks politely. ” ID, ” asked Miss Love? ” Sure,” Miss Love reaches into her, bag, slides her hand into a thin hidden compartment marked, ‘ Blue Honey Due.’ and pulls out a passport, with which, the receptionist reaches over and takes it opens it, checks it over carefully, looking at her colored picture, then satisfied, hands it back to her. Suddenly, a young guy comes in the door, thats looks like a Puerto Rican American, strolls over and bows his head slightly, takes off his cap, showing respect to her, and pulls out of a dark maroon messenger bag a letter and holds it out to her and says: ” Hola, Senora LoveKillJoy, mi nombre es Angelo. Disculpe que esto es para TI,” says the man holding out a small white envelope. She turns long and stares at him, and then politely smiles, then hesitantly takes it and asks, what this, this for me? Sí Señora, the man shaking his head up and down, replies smiling kind of, and turns and quietly walks out.

“What is it ? “ thought, Miss Love to her self? Snail Mail? Curious, I wonder why? What the hell could this be, she asks her self? Miss Love reads quickly the name on the letter, it’s turns out to be her secret boyfriend, Cartoco Antonio, she recognizes his hand writing, funny thing is he knows better to write a hand written letter, Poor boy, he loves me, fool!

I told the fellow, no electronic communications, so, he won’t text or call me while I am on this special job, but, the dear man, he still wants to tell me, he loves me or something like that, but I better not open it now. She wants to, however, she dismisses it, she’ll deal with it later. She doesn’t want her new scientist boy friend want to be, to walk in and catch her reading it! She’s got work to do. Timing is every thing in her line of work! She can read it later alone, she thought, to herself! But nevertheless the fact that it was marked,” urgent, open up now,” is of concern but, just then her new scientist boy friend chauffeurs drives up and out pops Nicky, all smiles waving! She crushes the letter up, without opening, and slides it back into the secret compartment in her bag! To be opened at a more opportune time, but, this is not the time !

” Sugar wow, you look great, don’t know what you’re doing, but keep it up,” exclaimed Nicky bursting into a big enthusiastic smile on seeing her! Say is every thing set ?” asks Nicky semi serious. Um, um er, year, say, don’t know, I was just going through the processing when you arrived, she replies smiling up at him. OK, I’ll take care of it, he says. He puts down his brief case and turns , looking back at the receptionist, and says, Miss, asks Nicky, does the cost include a full tank of gas, or is it apart? Everything has been taken care of, by a caller named Smoothicas, said the clerk. “wow,” said Miss Love, sounding surprised! He’s a good friend of yours? Oh, yes, thats right, thats very nice of him, Nicky replied, ” Whose he ? ” It’s a guy named Mr, smoothies, he’s a sponsor of mine, my work. He’s not only a scientific admirer, but an important investor, so thats good, I mentioned it to him, that I was coming here. OK, then I’ll pay for whatever left of the bill, said Nicky proudly. “No need,”replied the receptionist smiling, and bowing slightly, Mr. Soomthicas said the tabs on him, You just go and have a good time Mr. Nickels!

” Thank you, Well, great! I’ll say, well than, up, up and away,” said Nicky proudly, his blue eyes beaming at her, so it was a harsh surprise for him ego wise, when she told him. But, sorry not in that, said Miss love despairingly, pointing at the helicopter his friend just paid out for him to ride in. It turns out to be, a small light bodied yellow GUIMBAL Capri G2, appropriate but it’s only a two seater with little room to spare.

” I have my means too, surprise I have my own girly transportation, Nicky, right over there, she said pointing behind her, ” Surprise! ” She laughed, tossing her head back and stroking her long hair, saying, ” look big girl toys, for the fast girls life in Dubai. I flew it around there for my birthday last year, in this, its all mine I am an, lady avionics hip baby,” she said smiling proudly and tossing her head back and runs her fingers through his hair, plants a kiss on his face and glances over her back, and she takes off her head scarf, and flings the blue silk scarf in the air over her left shoulder, pointing to her spanking new brite gold and white EC 135 Eurocopter sitting proudly, on the concrete apron of the airport, some 200 feet back behind them! “WOW, oh WOW,” exclaims Nicky, shocked to see it! ” It’s so big, and beautiful, this is yours”,he ask her unbelievingly? But, then he said stupidly ” But this one is for free!”

Pointing to the other ship, without thinking, which for a scientist of his caliber, was a big fo pas, and made him look and feel bad, and silly, as he realized what he just said was foolish! He quickly placed both his hands on top of his head, as if to say, ” Wo, oh, oh wo is me, stupid fellow,” and peeked out at her, hoping she wouldn’t take it the wrong way! Luckily, she didn’t! She understood his confusion and that it was a sudden surprise and he misspoke, brushed the comment aside. She looked up at him, smirking, then laughing, as their eyes locked and as she press her self up against his body tenderly. She Kisses him on the nose and cheek, on the lips hard, open mouth, good. She wipes his hair out of his face and grabs his hand in hers, swings it against her mid section were her privates are and whispers in his ears, ” and so is this!” His eyes lights up as he feels her big warm bosom crush in to his chest and says,” touche madame! ” and he bows slightly like a gentleman and swings out his arm for her to pass in the direction of her airship! The EC135 Chopper, stood out in the summer sunlight like a star, the rays of sun reflecting on it made it look more like a fantasy, rather than something real. But it was real and they were happy and were going to have the time of their life! The ship was indeed a master piece well crafted and full of pizzaz! The EC 135 was one of the highest on the list, when it comes to comfort, luxury and design and was created by the collaboration of Eurocopter and Hermès and was Russian built. It’s focussed was on super speed and sported a host of amenities and unmentionables, and since this craft belong to Miss Love, you can bet it was full of an arsenal of custom surprises and was a hidden progenitor of accelerated goodies used in her secret profession, too!

The couple hugged, kissed and then casually walked , arm and arm around each other, out towards the beautiful waiting ship. In the distance an handsome attendant, a dark skinned man, decked out in a yellow and white golfing outfit, wearing black sunglasses and sporting a reddish fuzzy beard, was guarding the ship and standing at it door entrance like a bouncer. And Miss Love, asked the attendant politely, Guten Morgen ist es bereit, sie sagte zu ihm: guarding her craft if it was ready? The guy, nodded smiled, and held open the door so they could mount. Once aboard, she dismissed him by waving her hand for him to step aside, he obeyed, rushed away and turned, waved back at them, and smiled and walked off. Gute Reise!

[ 8-11 ]

Once inside the big chopper, the pair happily took quickly advantages of their new found privacy, Miss Love, spun around clapping her hands, setting the on board music mood mode actuation device, for the music, to automatically come on and fill the cabin with romantic music, setting the mood for love!

Then she clapped again, and the automatic gold colored curtains, on cue dutifully drew to a close, and shutting tightly, a rich mellow shadowy soft golden light, now filled the lively cabin!

The love birds, happy at last were alone now, finally embraced! Nicky, smiling like a little boy in a candy store, appeared to be anything but scientific, more like horny-rific, the way he was gobbling her up like sugar and hugged up her with so much passion!

So, babe, you want some of me, whispered Miss Love, the dainty lady, now looking like a luscious titbit candy now to him, in the heat of the moment, as he wrapped her tight, sweeping her up off the floor in his arms with all his might, in a dramatic fashion, waiting, uncontrollably waiting!

Sure enough, you know it, he replied murmuring, and staring deep into her spiraling blue black eyes, panting inside of himself in anticipation, as she smiles knowing the answer, fixating out of his mind as he hugged her taught!

Miss Love, lets Love? Said Nicky, removing all pretense, now, as it was the man thing going down in him inextricably! Miss love was so sexy she, if anyone could extract exorbitant sexual heat out of any man or beast by just being present, being close to them, it was her, she looked just that good! She touched him!

Miss Love was his insane desires wires, but, what?

Out thin air, then out of the blue, what did she say and want to do? She, the lovely playing docile, threw a curve ball, he didn’t see coming, when she suddenly made a strange request and whispered, OK! But, guess what? What, asked Nicky totally puzzled and surprised! Shaking his head in bewilderment, his body trembling with desire, as he thought to him self, and said what now?

I am shy, she said, No? Yes, Baby, this girl loves to do the wild thing with the lights out in a pitch black room, But this room got to much light in it. So I don’t want you to see me, unless you cover up your eyes, just a girly thing of mine I do. I hide my self till I am married… What, retorted Nicky shocked? Nicky, who now, could hardly think straight as his manliness came up where his brain should be? What, you got to be kidding?

“Calm now, Nick, Nicky nocky,” you gone be all right baby, she said softly, kissing his forehead and pushing her big chest up to his face, relax everything is fine!

Miss Love smiled a real sexy smile and said, I only let a man see me, if he is my husband not before, like I said, its kind of a girly thing of mind, so if want it, put these on and you’ll get it but you won’t see it, Ok, Nicky?

Black sunglasses? Black sunglasses, year, but these were no ordinary sunglasses, these were a version of the latest google glasses!

Then she clapped again, and the automatic gold colored curtains, on cue dutifully drew to a close, and shutting tightly, a rich mellow shadowy soft golden light, now filled the lively cabin!

Miss Love was his insane desires wires, but, what?

I am shy, she said, No? Yes! Baby, this girl loves to do the wild thing with the lights out in a pitch black room, But this room got to much light in it. So I don’t want you to see me, unless you cover up your eyes, just a girly thing of mine I do. I hide my self till I am married… What, retorted Nicky shocked? Nicky, who now, could hardly think straight as his manliness came up where his brain should be? What, you got to be kidding?

“Calm now, Nick, Nicky nocky,” you gone be all right baby, she said softly, kissing his forehead and pushing her big chest up to his face, relax everything is fine!

Black sunglasses? Black sunglasses, year, but these were no ordinary sunglasses, these were a version of the latest google glasses!

And she was going to use it’s processing power to turn the visual mode to black opaque screen settings, so that he would not be able to see out of this screen, so essentially he be in the dark unable to see her.

This was her goal, and Nicky, said, wow, this is weird, does mean I am going to see you and we’re going to have some kind of Sterio-crazy 3D sex? Maybe yes, maybe no, but it’ll be fun, besides you don’t need to see me to do it?

Do, you she asked, as she pulled them out of her carry on bag, handing to him, as he gladly put them on smiling, and whispering, Hmmmm! Kinky, wow, very kinky! I like it! Ha, ha, ha! I never met a kinky woman like you before, this is going to be interesting in more ways that one, he chuckled, ha, ha, ha!

This, should be more fun, ha,ha, hee hee, laughed Nicky. I can not see you, but I can feel you, and love you up Miss Love, h, ha, ah ha, he laughed as he placed his hands on her, and began feeling her, his hands touched her bareness and slowly slid down caressing her contours lovingly, as if the tips of his fingers were his eyes, and said, in low voice approvingly, you know, you know your right! This, this is more hair raising sensually that I thought. You feel good,he said complimentingly to her! My earliest memories when I was real young, was to have a man’s hands touching me in the dark, and I like what you’re doing, she said panting almost muttering moans, as he explored her sensual areas embracing tenderly than the lovers kissed in bliss, for a very long time in delight, in the, darkness.

He instantly noticed something, she said, hold a second honey, as she got up, and walked away, saying hold still, I’ll be right back,and she was gone!

But, then although he couldn’t see her, and, he tried to see if he could feel her. He reached, out to her, once, twice, but where she was before, was empty air, he laughed, is this game or what? He laughter, ha, ha, ha!

Year, I want you to beg for it, she moaned sexily! He reached out, didn’t feel nothing.

She laughed, ha, ha, ha! He reached out again with success, and touched her chest. Bingo, it was soft!

She giggled, laughed, and they came together. But then, she surprised him by handing him, a small soft bunny rabbit, he felt it in his hand, ha, ha, ha!

Whats that, he asked feeling its small soft hairy body all over and pulling on it two tiny ears, amusingly?

It’s my play toy bunny rabbit, I always go to bed with him, when I am having fun, ha, ha, ha, she laughed, and giggled, and said, almost singly : Bunny Rabbit wants a carrot!

I got your carrot hanging, quipped jokingly, then they touched, slowly at first, as timid first time lovers do, then familiarizing themselves with each other, they embraced boldly, stronger, and stronger and enveloped each other, exploring themselves and the depths of their passion with eagerness, then, then as time appeared to be slowing, slowing down, something very unusual began to happen?

When Miss love makes love, she can do it, in stranger than, strange ways!

What was happening was, the girl Miss Love, was adrenalineating passion on a different level in harmonic spatial syncopation levels, and the adrenalineating woman augmented sensually in the realms of the obtuse, she went pass reason into two functions, that are said to be none other, than a topologically conjugate!

Conjugating to one to two, to one, another in a sphere in the black sun, that was neither here no there, and sure enough slowly began morphing!

There, she was exercising a homeomorphism state, changing into a secret love Goddess! And he could not see this, cause, she did not want him too, this is the real reason she asked him to put on the glasses with its screen set to black! The sexy woman mystically homeomorphed, into a being that made her feel like a Babylonian queen of love, a Goddess of fertility and a nymph! It was she, a nymph, in the darkness of the glasses virtual state in black, this act came to fruition lovingly, it was another she, he was really turning out to be making love too! And so, mystically, day turned into afternoon, afternoon, turned to night, night turned into the faraway love realms, faraway love realms turned into they say, where the mind meets flesh, and time halts for the rest, and the girl rises to the level of insane pleasure, into a wild nymphomaniac on him, by defaults into loves wild frenzy, for the best kinds of loves ever!

The change she did, and she morphed into sensuousness, relegating her self and him up to new heights, she took his hand, he took her hand. It was such a very romantic point in time! He felt her hand and caressed it, it was soft and tiny compared to his, and she was whispering slowly and tenderly in his ear, as he held her gently, “if the flower power, of my weary heart, ever drinks, and there is no more, and I am thirsty, but cannot quench, then happy be I, I will die happy to have once savored for a brief moment, and a while,you and your love, my love!”, said Miss love!

She, on saying this, rose, exposed!

Nicky held on to her like their was no tomorrow, She moaned, like only a love goddess could!

It was music to this mans ears, the earth and heavens could pass away, he couldn’t care less as long as he could love her today!

The sounds she made, he had never heard before, his loved soared!

She drove him crazy! Slowly, he kissed every where and she kissed him back!

Adrenalineating both, now rocking the ship as if it was on the go! She got his motors running exorbitantly!

They got down up, the ships cabin warmed inside down, off came the fancy threads, un-tanned, bared, a cute green fractal tattoo mounted in the saddle, motors started running wild as the ship shook, they kissed, she moaned softly as their choppers rose, he took off flying in her ship, the chopper rocking her ship, one blade vibrated rotated dead slow on top, while below, together, stereo pumped out hot music blasting to their mutual excitement as the singer, sang and sung , I am getting higher!

Miss Love whispered, to him, I think.

What, he asked, whispering and lustfully kissing her.

I think, I think your good at making love in a helicopter.

I am falling a little for you, too! Mr. Nickels P. Marchello, You mad Pharmacokinetics Scientist you.

Then she said, very slowly in his right ear-your orchestra is playing my tune! What tune is that sugar, asked Nicky?

And in his arms she closed her eyes and relaxed, and transformed back to Miss love, and she felt beaten by the experience of it all!

Then it over!

The fractal clocked ticked, time dropped, and the motors cooled down.

The ships steadied, they got themselves back together, and Miss love fixes her self back up, combs her long hair out, sprays, teases it, fixes her lips in her little mirror, checks her eye liner, re-places her google glasses to sunglasses mode, puts them back on her head. And, she bends over to put her shoes back on, and neatly fixes the seams of her black satin webbed stockings.

He looks on, satisfied, and content, as he gets himself back together too, and stares at her, not being able to do other wise! He can’t help himself, he thought to him self, watching her every move! He is just a man! But he does not understand how she imagined to change somehow, he couldn’t see her, while they embraced because of the glasses she wanted him to wear!

But feel her he did without a care!

She was fixing her tight pink blouse! ” My,” he compliments her, as awkward men often do afterwards, when they got their head on backwards after a love interlude. Saying, one thing, but, meaning something totally different. “I like the shoes, you’re shoes, you’re shoes, you’re wearing today sugar!”

“Why Nicky, thanks sweetie you’re such a sweetheart to notice, thanks,” she replied softly looking up at him, smiling happy to hear his compliments, even though she knew in her mind what he was really saying, and thinking, without him ever saying a thing, she turns up now glancing at him, then their eyes locked and he raises up his eyebrows surprised. She throws out her arms about his neck pulls him down close and whispers smilingly as the unanswered question is brought out into the open as to who is going to get to be the boss driver of this helicopter, as she whispers,

” come on lets fly, you know I am a freaking awesome helicopter pilot too, with my FAA licenses in perfect order let me take her up? “

“Year,” but he whispers back. ” Leave the driving to us, my licenses are good too, I just want to see what this EC 135 luxury hog, is capable of speed wise, and what it can do for a man, please,” asks Nicky, his eyes pleading, like a little anxious school boy, hungry to play with a new christmas toy, smiling broadly and tilting his head down, blinking his eye at her! She to her calculating mind, acknowledges it is not an egregious request, but decides to pretend its nothing and re-negotiate herself from displaying an angry attitude to one where she simply blinks back looking up at him, understandingly nodding her head, and agreeing! They both smile happily together, and hug tight! They put on the earphones so they can talk and hear each other, seat belts are set, and they open the curtains to the ship up, and zoom the helicopter leaves the airport, there off! The afternoon seems great , everything is working out for the couple, soon the ship leaves the strip and soon they’re out over the ocean, Miss love pulls out the map, time passes. When they finally arrive thirty minutes later, they are happy. They shared a cup of wine and every thing is going well, the tiny ship descends and every thing is beautiful, The scene resembles like being in a master Buddhi movie starting at :

[ 8-12 ]

BRAKE DOWN :

[ Seconds in to film at 0:00 ] “Wow,” Nicky exclaimed out loud excitedly,”honey, honey, wow, will, will you just look at this place. OMG! Its like one of these places you read about in those silly science fiction books, but only, but only this time, we are looking at it for real, OMG!” ” Whats up, Nicky,” asked Miss Love, as she’s been not really paying attention, only indulging in the game of pretense, her mind races between the hot sex they had on the floor of the chopper, it was off the funzy scale in coolness, she recalls smirking , and thinks to herself a funny undeniable truth, that she liked it, and craves the butt-loving some more, and she at the same time she is torn, by the fact she debates the purpose and reason for her to be here which is to decommission the charming scientist. She plays along and scans his emotional and answers him excitedly : “Oh my gosh, it looks so unique, spectacular, lets go down shun’t we,” she asked turning and smiles at him admiringly, as they looked out and in the water down below, she saw these strange and awesomely beautiful geometrousities, looking kind of like a tall distressed church, riddled with holes, resembling something out of the ancient long gone temple mountain ranges, albeit this one was in the here and now, beaconing them to enter their secret zones of what appears to be mysterious realms of tranquility. All manner of giant stones were sticking up out of the water seemingly trying their best to reach up to kiss the clouds. Many of the structures appeared like whats mathematicians call ‘fractals,’ resembling those odd but Criss crossing beam shapes used to construct air planes found and used in the fuselage from a Warwich geodesic duralumin constructions.

Thousands of sea gulls were nesting on top of the fractal looking mountains, while below none could be seen, she thought that odd, but dismissed it. Her face was enthralled by it all , then she looked up straight in the sun, and you know how when you glance at the sun , people tend to quickly squint and cover their eyes, but she did none of these things. Then she quickly glanced down and out of the thousands of sea gulls nesting on the ledges of the mountain she raised her pinky finger on her right hand and pointed to two sea gulls a male and female. She now squints her dark blue eyes, focusing on them and they suddenly charge at each other pecking each other viciously, nocking two of their baby eggs out of the nest. The two eggs dropped down in to the water. She smiled to see them, their white shells resembling two eyeballs bobbing and floating in the water, like a premonition, then a fish gobbled them up, and disappeared. This was an enchanting place. A strange, but beautiful haunting melody played in the background seemingly trying to convey a message.

[ 8-13 ]

[ Seconds in to film at 0:02 ]

Nicky, being cautious, grabs the collective pitch control lever bar, decreasing the pitch angle causing the aircraft to banked the fuselage of the chopper around trying to avoid a collision with one of the sharp mountainous spikes protruding up in the sky like a knife. ” What, say love, what did you say, the name of this place was again, sugar, asked Nicky, curiously multitasking, as he was staring down one moment, and looking at the steering, the next making sure the swash plate was adjusted to keep the ships equilibrium steady? “The map says its called, The Buddhi Castles,” answered Miss Love. “You don’t say, Wow,” answer Nicky. ” What the hell is the Buddhi Castles, quipped Nicky skeptically, thinking the stuff she saying a little nuts.

Best, I recall when I was in school, an old teacher told me about the poles, the North pole, the South pole and the pole of Gold, “The Holy Grail of Spirituality,” for mens and woman’s souls. The Grail legend is interwoven with legends of visions and it is said to be deeply buried in the glass halls of the Buddhi Castles in a fractal space, So, you mean to tell me, this map, this old raggedy map, you found, it is where we are going ? Yes, babe, into Fractal space, thats the spot thats hot! Where we are! We are just following these coordinates, so we should passed throughout the other side, and thats how, it allows us, who, are good guys tourists, just wanting to check out the truth, to see them, She said smilingly! We should be there now, at the core, where the time stops but the fun is just beginning!

Whats, the origins of the Holy Grail, asked Nicky, testing her? Well, we see your not up on it, don’t remember your bible tales huh? Bad, boy, she said check this out, see this, Miss Love said, pointing to a chain dangling around her neck, she pulls it up to show it to him! My chain, has a gold tiny round plate like the, The HolyGrail on it, I wear this thing for good luck. Do you like it ? Cute, sugar, replied Nicky quickly glancing at it. And, well, she looked at him as if to imply he was a dumbo, and answered him, well, let see oh, um, um, year, The Holy Grail refers to those who are Catholics, who believe in the tales of the bible! It refers to a so called vessel, used by Christ at the Last Supper. It was a very treasured object, given to his grand-uncle, St. Joseph of Arimathea. I remember that, um, be, because when I was a little girl, it resembled to me the word Arithmetic, anyway, it was used by him to collect Christ’s blood and sweat while Joseph tended him on the Cross. Awesome don’t you think ? ” I’ll say ,” replied Nicky, impressed with her, he looked over at her, nodded his head and waved his hand at her as if signaling, ‘hats off to her,’ and smiled, a tiny smile hesitantly.

[ 8-14 ]

Can you, can you see the castles below, asked Miss Love? He didn’t answer her, but instead pointedly asked her, ” What, I fine that hard to believe, whats Buddhi ?” I think they say is the feline word of the masculine buddha, means the place of truth, reality senses and Buddhi plays the role of enlightenment,” replied Miss Love, self assuredly, nodding her head as she looked first at Nicky, then turning her attention to the seas below and smiling!

Wow, beside some of you, thats some of what I need badly,” jokes Nicky, answering with a big broad smile on his face. He then looked straight ahead out at the mountains, while shyly, slowly, gingerly, places his hand on her leg and rubbed it, she, without batting an eye, on cue, reciprocated aggressively like a love goddess tugging on him. My, nothing like this in the world, exclaimed Nicky, brightening up, brighter and letting loose a certain smile of satisfaction!

She, puts a wicked eye on him and presses her self on him, and reaches up and whispers in his ear, ” Please, babe, put the pedal to the metal.” Careful what you wish, we are entering the buddhi now, you just might get some, says Miss love coyly, turning her eyes toward him slightly and smirking, then she turns away her face from him and then, smiles another smile, a secret smile, she doesn’t want him to witness, a weird kind of smile she likes to make, she calls it the wohommia smile, a demon smile, with one corner of her mouth turned up, while the other corner of her mouth turned down.

Well, what does the castles reveal, asks Nicky, trying to regain composure, and front being suave, getting more into it. In general, that info is invading areas no one knows, but, they say this place can tell you many things that are written, and scratched into the walls of glass. Glass, my ass, can’t be said Nicky frankly. Thats nonsense, we won’t fine any glass walls in this real estate, Nicky said firmly! It is said, that some where thats buried, in the glass walls is the truth the seeker seeks, the voices of the Past, Present and the Future, said Miss love smiling with a curious look about her as if she knew something no one else did! Whats that supposed to mean sugar, asked Nicky?

Gosh I don’t really know, babe, but I considered it will have a salutary effect! I can, I cannot say, but, but er let me see, um, tell you something though, I read somewhere. Its just, I don’t recall! But, If I had to guess, um, er, and if my memory serves me right, It goes something like this Nicky. “Often times, the future is a mystery, The past is history, the now forages and compliments your destiny’s energy,” Gosh, something like that. Wow, well, um, um, huh, in that case, Miss Love, what say you and I, dive right on down and find out just what our destiny’s are all about, shall we? Well, I don’t see why not babe? Let her rip Nicky! Miss Love smiles and chuckles as nick revved up the engine and it roars and the whole ship vibrates as it and zooms down into the mysterious caves of the Castles of the Buddhi. Initially she thought he would be a bore, but his quirky sense of humor, she thought was cute, to bad. And although he was nice, all of this, would have to fit into and correspond to the fate she had waiting in the wings for him. She exhibited a natural easy going behavior, minimizing the likely-hood that he unsuspectingly was going to experience a surprise. Wow, exclaims Nicky, look at all of this, did you ever believe such a beautiful place like this existed ? Really amazing, truly, said Nicky, clearly impressed with the views and very happy and exhilarated by the big choppers ease of handling. He was clearly enjoying himself.

You like it? You like it babe, asked Miss love, she too, was showing a little excitement and was a little amazed by the experience of the place, all of it her self too! ” I’ll say,” replied Nicky smiling and looking around.

It is like a spiritual mountain house with wires that plug into our consciousness, this place is so stunning, do you know, I believe it lowers our metabolic rates of our body, yes sugar, take it from me, truly when we see wonderful things, it lowers our stress levels! Mine is hanging down, quipped Nicky. ” OH.” Shut up, retorted Miss Love, surprised but the scientists friskiness, which was taking her a little off guard, she looked at him batting her eyelids at him, pulled out her comb, and playfully, placed it under her nose, pretending it was a mans mustache, then she giggled, ” bad boy, ” tugging at him so more!

It works for every body, so just being here looking at all this, is so, so wild. I think this is really turning out to be a great idea coming here, at first when you suggested it, I said to myself, no, thought, it was going to be a boring dud, but jolly old silly me, was I wrong, now, no way, this is extraordinarily superb, if I do say so, the views here, are spectacular, said Nicky who by the tone of his voice was obviously very impress with the fractal towers located down hundreds of feet below! “This is going to be a healthy scientific love trip, sugar! ” said Nicky, then pensively, exclaiming, after few minutes of silence while they looked excitedly around all over like kids visiting a zoo for the very first time. ” I’am truly glad, truly, that from the bottom of my heart, I took off from work for this, in more ways than one sugar, other wise I would of forfeited not just the exquisite divine pleasure of being with you my dear, but seeing this. one of the wonders of the world! It’s an astonishing place! Es ist fantastische sagte Nicky seine am schönste Ort der Welt sagte Miss Love zu ihm.

Oh wow, I think this is the most beautiful place in the world too, said Nicky. She was moved by the sincerity she heard in his voice! The heart felt compliments, she thought were touching. She turned and looked at his hands. They were big strong hands. He held the choppers throttle, controlled of the ship, yes, but tellingly by his hands and the way he moved them, in control of himself. Just the this view alone, so fantastic, said Nicky shaking his head in amazement! I am so glad you like it, lets go down to explore it up close, shall we, come on !

[ 8-15 ]

[ Seconds in to film at 0:04 ]

This place, The Castles of the Buddhi, was a mystical drought in the life, quenching the thirst for an outer life, made really real as they got closer, and closer and entered! The couple looked out the window of the chopper at a small pointed mountain sticking out of the water, they zoom down free and untethered by past troubles and problems to that they seem to say BFN! They felt happy, and felt free to be themselves, relax and focus into this mystical fort, that resembles something like a bombed out church, it seems to say hey come in and party, the party is about to begin.

[ Seconds in to film at 0:20 ] We begin to enter an inner life outer life secret chamber of unknown origins, it actually seems to be a chemistry zone, pulling out mellowness in the processes of experiencing and breathing in the ambiance of the place, which is like adding feelings caramelizing them, and stirring them gently, a kind of mental view, and germinate the seed of divine pleasure that this place gives off to visitors.

The cook’s cooking in the burner of the heart of the Buddhi fractal, they enter flying their helicopter seeking answers into the zone of the unknown, the temperature of the big caves they felt very cool, but it’s rising. Nicky hit the pedal banking slightly and rotates the helicopter so they can get a better look at every thing.

He checks out the altimeter which uses a dial with three different “hands” similar to a clock, but it only goes up to 10. He double checks every thing, all seems fine and he banks sharply. The water appears to get bigger and rise as he loses altitude while he dives. The blue water looks so alive and so refreshing, it occurs to Miss love, She says, hey Nicky, I got an idea, why don’t we go for a swim? What, why Miss Love, you got to be kidding asks Nicky? Love looks at him and covers her mouth and giggles. Her move suddenly changes, as she rubs her fingers in his hair. He likes it very much when she does that, not realizing her powers of the mind. She is using her hand like a non-invasive BCIs, but she needs not electrodes to sit on the scalp instead of burrowing through it the touch of her fingers sends frequencies, burrowing through it, like an electroencephalogram (EEG), which measures mental electrical activity along the scalp, and so Miss Love, uses those pretty fingers of hers to clinically diagnose him, for any sense of the flavors of his brain and attitude, mind to mind disarming him, and prepping his mentality, like a great chef preparing a pig to be roasted.

But she knows you can ruin a bottle of wine unless it brewed in time and so knowing the is rule, and not being a fool, she patiently waits for her time and the right time to drop her dime!

The monsteriably powerful EC135 chopper continues flying, down and around skimming the surface of the water really close, some water sprays up on the plexiglass windshield of the chopper. They take the aerodynamic marvelous ship and zoom it down around inside the large under water tunnels. Its massive rotors whipping up sprays of mist of water and its sound ricocheting like loud drumbeats in the tunnels raising up the moment of tension, till it resembles a loud heart beats going womb, womb, womb, around and around the big rotor blade spin, sheering the air in half like butter. Amazingly the walls of the mountains get wet by the chopper splashing up the holy waters of secrets on to the walls of the buddhi fractal castles, and they suddenly when in a wet state appear to be made of glass and highly reflective glass too, just like in the parable of the buddha, Could the moment of truth and enlightenment be approaching? All of the walls inside the caves are wet and so reflective you can see your face in it just like if it were glass!

[ 8-16 ]

[ Seconds in to film at 1:00 ] They take the chopper and zoom it deep down into this cave of the glass walls like a bunch of happy school kids on a summer brake. It seems to hover and float above the water around and around exploring this dreamlike water worlds. “Look,” at it all yelled Miss Love,” Look at it all, it’s the other reality of the buddha, baby, IC, IC! Key! ” It is so interesting, all these strange forms that came out of the sea, marvelous, don’t you agree, honey? Nick. This is going to be a wonderful trip, thanks so much for taking off from your work, to spend some time with me! Nicky smiles, looks at her and nods his head approvingly, then goes back to piloting the chopper while on the itunes channel, out plays a cool tune. The melody fills the ships cabin with a rocking stereo sound! Miss love appears to be dancing in her seat to the musical beats, as Nicky pilots the ship! They both are having a lots of fun!

But, now, but now, in comes to play, in comes to play, a sliding scale of morality, uncivility, bosoms kiss of evility submerges, if rancorish thirst love of utter brutality, fish speech she speaks, this girl child of the rich streets, of life and world mire in the sire realms, of places far from inconsistency, spaces where there dwells hells personalities, aware there warns the winds blowing. Oh, hear ye, hark dark deep base voice that crackles black scratchy, from a race unknown yells out from hell, she alone can hear these sounds, her alone, demon known can hear,” BEWARE.”

Miss love thinking to her self as the ship gets closer to the surface of the water, perhaps she should say a tiny holy prayer from her Holy Bible, she pulls out a rather large square thick red bible from the bottom of her bag. Opens the helicopter’s window a little so the sun can bless it pages and all of sudden the unthinkable happens :

The night holds fractals fright! Precariously perched in a lurch, someone is coming, someone bad!

Wo, it is comma in up! its alive, Chapter 5

BAD PERSONALITIES

MISS LOVEKILLJOY DEAF

CHAPTER 5

[ 8-17 ]

[ Seconds in to film at 1:47 ] Oh shoot, honey oh no! Oh no dam, yelled Miss love, sounding desperate and very alarmed. I, I oh no! I dropped my, my mothers bible in the water, Oh how stupid of me! Oh help please Nicky? Please, oh please Nicky! Can you try to scoop it up for me, asks love grabbing his shoulder and pulling at his arm pleading with him! “What, What, what tha?

Where? Asks, Nicky? Look down there. Dam it, I, I was fumbling through my purse and about to say a little prayer for us, and we are so happy and I remembered, when we were doing it back at the airport you told me, you would like me to have your baby. So I wanted to pray, and I, said miss love crying hysterical. Miss Love burst in tears uncontrollably, yelling and crying, totally distraught. It slipped, and it slipped out! Oh God, no, no,no,no, Oh, please Nicky, please, please, Oh my God, I don’t want to loose it! I don’t! Its, its been in my family for generations. My mother will kill me!

Please help, she pleaded her eyes full of tears running down her face, I’ll drive the ship! Well, Ok, replied Nicky hesitantly. She was prompting him, to do it seriously.

This sounds really, really, kind of little crazy but OK, for you OK! I see it, could you, well, can you hold the controls steady, while I try to climb down and reach into the water to grab it, asked Nicky playing the role of the good samaritan! Sure honey trust me, I can pilot these things good, replies love happily with a big relief, and a big sigh, smiling, all happy like! So, Nicky, quickly unlocks the door of the chopper, on his left, holds it open and climbs down. And places his foot of the landing gear bar trying to balance himself as best he can.

Miss Love handles the controls and pushes down the left anti-torque tail rotor pedal, just a tiny bit to control the pitch and get the chopper to go to the left a little closer to where the Holy book is floating in the waves of the water. Nicky reaches over and goes to grab it, but misses it on his first try, and yells out to her ‘come a little closer to the left.’ Miss love sees him dangling out really precariously balancing himself by holding on to the slippery surface of the open door.

So, Nicky sees the red bible floating in the wavy waters, at this point, the ship is closes to the water so he thinks this is as good a time as any and he, he reaches down to grab the bobbing floating bible in the water, when suddenly the ship, spun over jerking and tilting abruptly making it impossible to hold on any longer, treacherously unbalanced, he fell, loses his grip and pitches head first into the water. OH, DAM, shit, honey. I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing, OK, I got your book, now, come on down and pick me up, he screams angrily. “Oh, Thank God,” Nicky baby, oh, sure thing baby, replies love as she looks down and sees him holding up the red colored book out of the water in his right hand while he paddles with the left to keep himself afloat. Oh, I am so, so , so sorry Nicky yells Miss Love, please, wait a second, honey I am coming for you. He looks up at her. She shouts down, Ok! Honey sure right away, yells Miss Love, a big smile over her face looking happy, then, all of a sudden something happened. Suddenly, Nicky his eyes widen, his nostrils flair, his hair stands up on end. He raises up his eyebrows, his face reddens, changes, he looks like he is in extreme pain and then,

his body begins to jerk around violently in the water, he desperately try to leap out of it, he tries again to lurching with left hand, while with his right he still clings on to the red bible book!

His eyes are now popping out of his head, as if experiencing extreme pain! His mouth opens and closes, several times exaggeratedly, no words, nothing said, but, then, his face stretched in a straight twisted lines, he trashes his arms in the water, and, and again try, try’s grabbing for the helicopter, by stretching out both arms up toward it. Which, un-fortunately for him, begins to rise up ever so slowly, slowly upward. Miss Love, she pokes her head out of the open door, and stares into his eyes down below. Then out of his mouth, came a scream, a blood curdling super loud scream from hell, ” Ow ow owwwwwwwww ooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.”

OW ahhh ow, owwww what ow, ow oh now, love, love something is in the water, love Something is in here now with me, of GOD! Ow! What babe, asks love, pretending to be terrified. Something is in here, something is biting me all over its.

He doesn’t finish his sentence.

[ 8-18 ] Terminate and ex-specie-ate.

Miss Love, Miss love now, takes under over, emotionally pushing death to the edge of life like a new knife, a new babies perspective of what is considered real, and what is real and what constitutes real defined by what, by whom and in what capacity. Does real mean that when she kills you, you are really dead? Or is it real being dead an idea, or a bio chemical representation of a mentality conceptualizing what real is, and if so, does that mean it is what it is, really when she killed you, you react by being dead, or can you react and not be dead? Is your mind bamboozled into thinking you must die, if so who said so, and why? Why do you believe every thing you hear?

Or is death a non real event of the body but not the mind or an illusion or some where in between in kind? An assumption of an idea? An idea of being alive, or being alive really and proving you are, by others telling you are alive, Irregardless of the fact that those who are agreeing with you, that you are alive are imagined by you. The fact that you are imagining them make you less real. Miss Love, loves to ponder zones of thinking like these, her mentality about contemplations of this sort, like this one taken to the next level, or as she would postulate a puzzle :

If you are alive, how can you tell you are not a dream of what life is, as oppose to really being alive? Do you know what you are reading here is a dream? And you are not. You are dreaming you are reading here, you are dreaming the words you see on this page that does not exist, but you imagine it does, other wise it doesn’t exist. You are dreaming you are reading and by the act of reading it appears to be real to you and since you are dreaming the words they are, but soon as you stop, its over forget about it. Only because you are imagining it all.

Miss Love plays logic propelled by simulations both non linear places that are elctro-shipped, bio chemically into an unspeakable dark mystic evil zones, controlling it all with her mind. Miss Love goes into a kind of trance, and effectively her minds mentality tri-splits simultaneously here, symbolically placing her feet into three sub divisions worlds, returning to which respectively one or both will be a quandary, whether that be, the spiritual worlds of the unknown or the real world one or a sub world surrealistically gutted and de-zoned of cogent benign beings energy zones. Bottom line does death exist or is in your mind?

She comes home.

This is not a person, but pretense, an energy pretense, pretending to be a person! Could a particle like her be spit out of a collider?

You cannot see her here for she can change appearances but she is here.

Repeat that well for because you live for a short time, overtime you cannot think of things that have never happen outside of not only your short lives but logics of the short samples of collective pier experiences you have had, because by default, lacking by genomic advancement enhancements you don’t live long enough.

The wizards of your time, are opening windows unknowingly with the Hadron collider, changing their world unknowing, while in the pursuit of knowledge, but things that have never happen before will happen, by what they are doing. And what Miss Love is doing, is manifesting on a higher plain imbued psychologically with self disdain, troubled savant she be in vain, living in the particles of the mass. The origins of why dark matter has mass and why it is hesitant to the resistance of change, range from one opinion to the next, but the secret is that the demons are hidden in the dark matter and they are vexed!

Take a cue from her, action as we look on her at the window as she looks down into the buddhi water where Nicky man is drowning, she watches him, man of flesh like the rest, doomed by birth quest like all the rest that she has executed muted, thus silenced from, beings convoluted, suited, in, insulted out, out routed life denied, She was changing reality!

She is, an icier, a sub order demon woman with stealthy powers, came forth out of her, and she took, her hand pulled out of her bodies arm and waved it in the air, like it didn’t care or belong as part of her body. For It, changed morphed and was not part of her, any more and disjointed itself from her wrist just like this, and floated hovered away, four feet in front of her, suspended in the air there that way. And no blood drops, fell from her separated hand floating in the air away from her there. This was Ascension time, out straight, no debate out of hell from whence her mentality dwells. Habits for black hearted Bunny Rabbits, habits for black hearted Bunny Rabbits, are hard to break for pete’s sake, and this Bunny Rabbit, when she wants a carrot, she’ll kill for it!

The hand waved, that hand that left her body as an independent entity, as independent entity free to do, come, and go as it pleases. Waving alive and totally in control!

Then slowly, out of her wrist, morphed and grew out another hand, but this one was a robotic shiny translucent hand of a woman, with long pink colored nails!

Miss Love, so watched this, and this acknowledging, thus slowly raised up her hand, And, then she casually glanced back at her old one floating alone some feet from her. It went over to the Plexi glass window of the helicopter, and appeared to be looking out the window at the man below drowning.

Of this, ought one to see, in disbelief, things all manner of things, the smoke shapes, shook, and out growth came new shapes ones! And eerily, these shapes, grew out of other shapes, Homeomorphisized from other shapes like racked tiny to big colored fractals, coming slowly lighted alive before us.

A loud knocking sound was suddenly heard, Zockidy Zock Zock, banging on a hidden time door.

We couldn’t help our selfs, but watch with open eyes long strong, less we miss a look at all that was happening so fast, miracles of the bad, bad kind gone wrong done by this demon child, who despite all, she appears she has won, Miss Lovekilljoy Deaf!

She takes a look out the windows, in her minds eye, Nicky, the guy she lied too. They, the demon audience inside her, are all watching him down in the cold waters. Poor Mr. Nick sticky, in the quarters waters in pain stained with blood. The man, as he realizes suddenly death is at hand, he struggles in the cold water this way and that, and she, up above laughs proudly at her orb, as she us tell in her own words what happens next : I watched his head. I watched his little head down there. As it goes under the water for a moment, just a moment or two, you can see Nicky, his face grimacing in pain. Gasping for air there. From his lips burst forth, when he yells from that underwater place, up comes thousands of bubbles surfacing, popping one by one, and you can hear his voice pops out of them.

“Its got, its got me! Ow, OW owwwwww Help,” his voice comes out distorted in the bubbles, It sounds something like this : ” helpppp guru ba bu got me me got, gulp,glup guppy gun ble ow. its got me, Help pep , its got me, hep it pit me help me.”

I watched and I listened to him, It was so very funny to me. I watched the macabre scene from above, as his body sunk down, once, then popped back up to the surface, it returns to the surface covered from head to toe in piranhas fishes biting his flesh off the bones, and clinging on to him everywhere, they covered his arms, his hands, and his whole body, with the tiny ones, thousands of them, and their big parents too, enough food for all. She smiled watching intently, as the life and death struggle romanced down below.

Have you every seen a piranha? Seen them, Up close and personal? The waters of the Buddhi is full of them. Nicky, he unfortunately didn’t know, and I sure in heck wasn’t going to tip him off! You see, they come at you to eat you alive. They have a round solidly built body, like a bull dog. With a big chin jaw, that juts far out from the rest of its scaly evil face, and body. The rest of his face is pitched and is laid back, inclined at a 45º degree angle, like that of a sharp knife, so when he wants to eat you, he just drops his jaw down wide, as he sinks his sharp white angled shaped teeth in you like a piece of birthday cake, and rips out a chunk!

He quickly swallows it,and gets down quickly to repeat the process obsessed, staring out at you with light pale toned reddish eyeballs with diamond shaped black pupils.

He’s watching you very carefully. He’s not afraid of you. If you dare move, he attacks. If you don’t, he attacks. If you get a heart attack, he attacks!

They are from inception cute little evil things, in the pocket of nature, used to Terminate and Ex-specie-ate. From the time they are born, as soon as they hatch forth leaving their microscopic sized little eggs, they come pre-prepared with huge big electric blade saw like white teeth, ready to eat your meat. These demon fish, these marvelously evil piranhas?

What are they by birth, is hard wired instinctively to know is, in the laboratory of life, a heart beats in a dish, it’s your duty to stop and kill it! Yes, but it’s not necessary to kill it, you can eat it alive, just swallow it whole. Bite the flesh a couple of times, fill it full of holes! Fill your belly, till it shakes like jelly!

The legends of the piranha, are so bold told, The Castles of Buddhi, is that why they are here, to protect this place from outsiders, poor Nicky, Nicky, he was clueless otherwise no way in hell, would he have jumped in the water!

Can these hungry fellows live a thousand years? No, but I wish they could!

Don’t emulate mutilate, they abhor being underfed, dead, they fail not to chow down in town, on one poor dinner entrails ready called, Nicky Sticky, holding up a red bible in his hand incident, “instant skeleton,” be he holding his graves key!

Miss Love, Miss love, Oh Miss love, being not from the heavens above, homeomorphs, from one dimension, to another, then coughs out about the blue amorphous smoke with its powerful clout, and sways the winds of sin, and oh, all manor of this known turns into the unknown, clones, an then morphs back re-combobulationally, inside the chaos times structures that opens the pathways, to reconstitute back to the other hiddens worlds reality, back, back, revert she goes, as it was, back as it should be, we, thee she, it, be, back, back and as the world swirls, around and around, zooming to the point, the precise point in time, the event threshold, back in to the time in time, the ships and she both returns to normal, the chopper returns to normal, scene is the same as it was before, she released it from her minds control and grabs the controls of the chopper, and peeks down at poor Nicky, whats left of him that is!

She has flexed the powers of Homeomorphism and returns and passes back from the gates of hell back to this worlds reality, leaving her other worldly peers behind, as they all, all spirits, zoom back into the blue smoke of her cigarette from whence they came! She puts it out!

Just in time to finish watching the man she once kissed in bliss, now to die a horrible un-speakable bloody death! She laughs, ha, ha,ha!

[ 8-19 ] Snack Time

Miss Love, Miss love, she knew where her lovely evil little piranhas friends dwelled, a place located on the outskirts of hell, this place in the fracto locality of spaces called,

” The Castles of The Buddhi!”

She tilts her head now slowly at first warming her self up, then increase the speed, tilts around and around a thousand time wildly, smiling wildly, then in a moment, stops on a dime. Just to show you this woman is powerful as well as cognizant, acute and brilliantly brazenly uncivil.

She, pulls out her cam and calmly turns it on, raises it to her eyes, holds the camera steady, smiles, like a happy tourist, checking something she’d like to show friends,

As she takes a picture, does a short clip, you know, the video proof thing, she focused down on the man, the man being eaten. That deed done, puts the video camera back in the corner of her bag, placed it on the floor next to the door, lets it dangle from the door handle. Proceeds with the precision of a red timed cloaked clock attack, blinks and rolls her eyes back in to her head, so you only see the whites of her eyes looking at you.

Then she, with first a tiny smirk on her face, then a full smile beaming with glee, realizes how things are working out, according to plan, she evilly presses a button, and drops a torpedo device, set to floating mode and allows it to float close to the man below, it sinks down and floats in place under the layers of murky blood red stained waters around the poor fellow.

She sets it, programming it electronically to go off soon, the bomb set is programmed immerse and will float at just ten feet from under the surface of the water, just to make sure, that if the fish don’t eat his bones the bomb will destroy not just him, but everything, in a half a mile of these Castle halls. She loves explosions, especially big, big beautiful tumultuous ones ! She can’t wait to see them! She scratches her chin, bats her eyelids, then, smiles blinking her beautiful eyes, which she rotate one of the pupils to be looking to the front, while with the other eyeball,she rolls to the other one peeking and blinking to the right and around in circles. She looks in the mirror, giggles, fixes her hair, pushing some hairpins in on the side to hold her bangs up!

She reaches and places his brief case near the door, and snaps open the latch button on top,and opens it and puts a live hand grenade in it and casually shuts it back grabs it by the handle and tosses it out the door like she is putting out the trash! A few moments later, BOOMMMMM. She reaches into her bag, again for some white sani-wipes napkins, and dutifully, wipes down the maroon leather seats covers, of the the seat where Nicky use to sit. She uses her favorite cleanser, putting a tiny amount in the napkin lovingly. She loves to use Clorox, she thinks it cleanses so, so very nicely.

And leans over to the window for a second, checks to see if theres anything left of him, out side the window, yep, he still there, parts at least, but the fish are doing their job meticulously, and she thinks and grins, wow, I don’t have to pay them, so cool!

They hungrily set about devouring in a mad state of frenzy. Nicky, poor fellow, sadly, pathetically keeps trying to look up at the bottom of the big helicopter flying a few feet just over head in the water. He is helpless, almost dead. Till a weary brazen fish jumps up ands eats out a slice of his right eyelid, rips it off, then turns down, dives back into the depths of the sea, turned the color red with his blood. He’s floating upward bobbing like buoy, marking the spot of his grave, he will get no funeral, no grave side prayers, no accolades, no eulogy, for him there was no democracy!

In the water, now still holding in his hand the bible, why, cause Miss Love, put a special livid chemical adhesive on its surface so when he touched it, it would be bonded irreversibly to his hand no matter what. She wanted it that way, because you see, inside the good little red book of the Bible was hidden, secretly, in its interior compartment holding another nasty little bomb, She intended to detonate it in a few minutes to make sure, absolutely sure, nothing is left.

She is smiling, looks down at him, as another fish jumps up and eats out his right eyelid, then another takes off his left ear, she smiles gleeful and giggling, enjoying the pure evility of it all, with pleasure supreme! She bobs and weaves, to the music playing loud in her ship, evidently, having a good time!

The cheerful cool beats playing in the background is suddenly, drowned out by incoming, dark doom sounding, conceited music of death, seeping in from some hells, place hidden from the living.

Oh lady, bad lady, licking her red lips again and again, anxiously enjoying the un-civility of her action, with pure obsessive being (somewhat, no totally obsessive ) compulsion disorder deliberately, knowing full well she was gumptionizedzoic manifestedly created to decommissioned all within her parameters near to her, by her with the brutality of the ultimate finality. She is happy smiling , grooving to the sounds and cool musical beats, bobs her head up and down to the music and turns her head around a few times, smilingly! Using magic or kinetic powers or both she orders her lipstick to come out of her bags and decorate her cheeks with large round circles as if she was trying to look like a kid doll. The lipstick tube, by it self, quickly rises up, slowly and the tube pushes out the red soft creamy stick, and it flies slowly, as if some invisible fingers were holding it, and applying the red colored, round balloon shaped marks upon her cheeks, making her indeed, to appear to look like a doll!

A demon girl-doll, all dolled up! Then, when done it descends back down into her bag.

She looks down at poor Nicky, smiles , laughs, and closes the door, turns up the volume of the music, as she does, she is smiling and laughing, enjoying herself as only an evil demon would, and she is dancing to the hot rhythms in her seat as the music plays loudly.

It drowns out the poor mans frenetical screaming below.

Its time now, The Murder of Scientist kiss with death, it begins as it started :

The voice of her ex boy friend scientist screams out from beneath through the bubbles in the water rising to the surface. Help me! The nature of his cry defies reason, Its is enough to make one die out of season, bone chilling screams yells without reason, no, not true, reasons of many plenty be horror for you see, what you could not see, a diabolic plan see the water of the Buddhi is there for one reason. Not to let anyone steal the parts of the holy interior walls of glass in the Castles of the Buddhi, so it , shall be written famine be cast of them, then so shall it be, sea dam full of the killer Piranha fish it will be, fresh eater hungry feasting on his body, leaving not a bone, nor its delicious bone marrow, feast, feasting on his body biddy. Miss love hate, hate love, as she smiles staring down with pleasure, at the unnatural brutality in dark mothers natures reality. Quite nicely, she ponders, wonders, dreams awake in a dangerous trance kind of state, incredibly way, this day, in the sun, one such as she, dominates another person who dying, if not dead, already.

She takes a red brush and begins to brush back her hair from her face, as she peeks out at to see the little fish enjoying their supper, a special cuisine , brought to them by the death queen, Miss Lovekilljoy, her self. The screams he makes shatters the calmness of the sky, and why? The calmness of the tunnels and why? They have just past through peace, now madness doesn’t pass but roars through!

Have no mercy said the good book. He went into the water to save, the woman in the ship above smiles, sin slave. Dry high flying and unscathed. His cry splits the air, and egregiously ricochets loudly off the high and mighty chambers walls of caves of glass. HELP! HELP! Help me meeeeeeeeeeeee! Help, for the love of god nooooooooooooooo! HELP ME!

His loud eerie sound calls for help, ricocheted off the walls of glass, unheeded, from love who looks down, but won’t set the ship down or do for him whats needed. Is she scared? Is she frightened? Is she a coward ? Then we look down at the water popping all over the place with Piranha fish jumping out, this way and that. Ripping, tearing at his skin, swallowing his flesh, eating away at the under side of his neck.

Now, in the realm of arts of the dark incumbent knowledgeable in these ways, praise was to through thought power to kinetically inclined, to manifest in the undivine so it she rose up her left hand, hand shook it and day turned in night and, from her fingers danger streamed out, like a laser beams of jumbled lightening, brightening all around, she paused in the cabins air look deathy there, with an eerie stare that could kill you dead,

She swung her hand in the air control power there and she pointed to a pair of fish, with the fingers of her hand, seeming to swoop them up out of the water, and control them magically, and suspended their control to her control, and she maneuvered them up, up in the air in a long calculated curve, that arched and set a diabolical trajectory towards the man’s eyeballs down below.

Miss Lovekilljoy whispered to them, ” You the little devil fishes go!”

Then, she pointed down directly down at the desperate man screaming for her to help him, and into things porous soul phase through powers unknown tossed the fish in to his face.

With two out stretched, with two long out stretched fingers stretching longer out of its sockets procket, issuing forth still longer growing fingers, and using some godforsaken power from where, who knows where, she made these two Piranha fishes out of thousands, that were surrounding the chopper, to rise up, up and out towering above in the air, there the two fishes rose up like birds of black death, and they rose slowly more higher, in the air and controlling them, she, he she he live long, despite it self, seen through it is wrong sides hides in it the unseen, in the background of the body of this queen, name Miss Hate Love, thus, then power bends, she beckoned onto them, order, ” zoom’th thee down and to fly faster at a speed greater than, the embroiderer of the shaft of the weavers’rod, into eyes of Nicky, sickly sod.”

And magically, they came down, the Piranha went, smashing into their target, on her orders, couriers of Miss Lovekilljoy, girl in the flying in the EC135, that hovers steady, as rock above the dead there, not just air, but time. His fate zeal sealed nought, more he fort. But like sheep to be slain, slew again, and again, it happen like that1 No, like you look and adapt, glad to see its’ not me, and move on sing’th gleefully, glory be thee!

Eat he who dare look at me, do it nows. Miss Lovekilljoy said, with our option of debate so went his fate in the mighty Halls of glass in The Castles of Buddhi.

On listener ears a very eerie music of doom is heard playing in the minds of men as the classical beaus of the dark side slither .

Di do di doom dum, Dum dum dum di doommmmmmmmm from in’with in parchment hold young control, rest no minds, beware of the coming of the others, gas open now. This is it!

They obeyed the she devil, zoomed down and with jaws open and smashed into the mans two eyes attacking them, ripping them out and eating while he stood there in the water stunned and total disbelief. The mans head, looked like this : one fish sticking out his right eyes socket, and another one sticking out of his left eye socket! Two fish sticking out his head, dead!

They gauged into eye sockets wiggling all around in them as they dug into them. Into his head they bore, boring into the holes in his head, where his eyes used to be. No more eyes, they ate them. And hung inside of them, blood running down his face as he shook violently, and hell screamed, he did bloody murder, for help. Beware of the words written on the map that leads to the land of The Castles of Buddhi : it reads mortars from the palm parchments from before time beacon lit began, read what was written in the sands of Eaden, before the winds blew them away. Reality fallacy components hath, tell this day way’in’ith sark’theatwinds usher’ith in the blackish’ith, eliots dif’ithblack zones grouth in’th throat of man, Not refreshing in, says this child of evility Miss Lovekilljoy, beware, beware, she is pretty on the outside, only!

Not, flesh rots and when your time has been pottered, no need to run, it’s late for he who dates, says come meet your fate, ashes to ashes, ands sun to son. Oh, pray twill earless, worthless deadlock the bucketed in bad, from worse, is cursed. No run’tyh, run not ye, boosomality child of the wild, has come, bing rings the bells the door, slide slowly open open opening more! Run and scary, hairy, vile mary Jumbalaha, sin monic scary shady lady, rose up and time again, stood still as the horror of it all sank in, spilling in our reality voids without reason.

Out, out, out of his skull he add two fish sticking out of eyes-sockets, screaming he, Help meeeee!

Water, water once so blue, true, turned, dire red, as they eat his head, the stains of blood, small gets larger as the waves too, turn red, dead mans blood, flood, turn the Buddhi sea red, that said. The Un-civility o this black hearted human, who enjoys cleaning things, super clean with Clorox Bleach Cleanser!

Anything else offends her! Doom, whom demon possess bitch from hell, light rises bite flashes white out of her yews like flashlights in the black of night, she rubs hers backside cheeks, raise her wet hair tossing it back upon her vested wets back. And to you, with glee, she so smiles, her famous smile, with one corner of her mouth turned up, and one corner turned down, and so she begins to gleefully sing, try smiling like her and sing along too,

COME ON SING!

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I love Clorox bleach, drink it every day,

I love Clorox bleach, drink it every day,
I love Clorox bleach, drink it every day,
I love Clorox bleach it cleans and cleanses, every, every, everything away, every, every, everything away, everything away.
Oh,
I love Clorox bleach, drink it every day, it purifies, circumcises dirt and makes it go away.
I love Clorox bleach, drink it every may, pour in a glass as you wipe your ass, it will make go away!
I love Clorox bleach, just think it what it can do, first you’re here , than you’re not, I love it a lot.
I love Clorox bleach it cleans and polishes cleanses all of my Mercedes benz’es, all of my Mercedes-Benz’es.
Oh,
I love Clorox bleach, drink it every day,
I love Clorox bleach, drink it every day,
I love Clorox bleach it cleans and cleanses, every, every, everything away, every, every, everything away, everything away. Tra, la,la,la!

Yes, the Earth is dirty, for what ever it’s worth It’s, full of it, and people, too! Big ones, and tiny ones living in a shoe! Most are dirty, Yes it’s true. Got to bathe, day and night too! But, if you have to clean them, don’t do as she do! Don’t do as she do!
Oh, the Earth, full of dirt, thinks this girl today, her twisted mind, a master piece that likes to play! She can’t help her self. It is so much fun! To see humans on the run! No. Whisperers inside her head, long dead, tells her, “I must purify today, I must purify today, cleaning is my joy and motto, I got to buy a bottle, a big, big bottle of Clorox Bleach, she sings wide eyed and happily, the witch of death, a young pretty lady, name Shady, aka Miss LoveJoy.

Now every body sing out loud together! one, two , three, . . .

You better watch out, you better not cry, you’ll see a pretty girl washing out your eyes! Miss love Joy is coming, . . . to town!
She knows, . . . where you sleep, she knows you don’t like to brush your teeth, somebody close to you, told her you’re a creep!
So for heaven sake, hold a lighted stick of dynamite, in your hand when you go to sleep!
Close the bathroom door, when you go, for heaven sake, so she don’t take a peek!
Holy Mackerel, she’s so Fractal. She bust you axle, and suck out your teeth!

She’ll wash ’em clean one at a time,

Take them for walk on main street, to the basket ball court, and see if she can get them in! When you see a pretty girl, think again, but be careful what you think.
She doesn’t like people who stink! She’ll try to clean you! And be extra careful, what you wish for, it just might not come true, the way you want it to. Remember Nicky, the guy with two fishes, sticking out of his eyes!
Now the hit woman killer, for that is her job, she will kill you for money, this chick thinks it’s so funny. She kills for money, don’t want to do anything else! To do anything else, she thinks is ridiculously, says the deadeye, cold blooded lady. Her heart, if she has one, sure in hell, doesn’t come from the sky above, dam if anybody alive can tell me, why they call her Miss Love!
Now her task for day done, it’s time for some fun, she calmly now goes to steady the helicopter, she knows how to drive it very well indeed, that was a trick she pulled back there on poor old St. Nick! She intentionally tip the ship, tipped it over to make him loose his grip. After all fingers can slip! It was part of her master plan?Na! She loved the man! Those who ordered the hit on this man, The corporatocracy, didn’t want a scientist like him to be allowed to invent a cure for cancer, oh no, what cure? There isn’t no cure and wont be for a very, very long time. Big Pharmaceutical Corporatocracy and big insurance say Miss Love,

They don’t like to sing,” the I got a cure for cancer song,”

No, no, no, corporatocracy don’t like me to sing that, and I can sing it good, hear me, that’s that, but I got to sing that, AMY Winehouse song : cause that’s what big pharma wants me to sing,” I ain’t going to rehab judge no, no nooo.” Let me sing it again, sings Miss Love . . . As she pours a big glass of red wine, and remembers Miss Amy wine. Miss Love is almost ready to head back to civilization, she sits back relaxes as she sings :
” They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know, know, know!
I ain’t got the time, and if my daddy thinks I’m fine, he wait till I cum!

He’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go !” That’s what the Big the Pharmaceutical Corporatocracy, wants me to sing, but that’s the past. I got to get back doing my own thing, and get back and get paid, babe. She, reaches down and pickup her clip board, and scans down the list scratches out the done items, on her list od 2 do’s, with a red felt pen, she likes red, it’s her favorite color! It’s the color of blood!
She checks her list of specs specified in the report, she’s has (1 ) camera video proof of how and where he died,( 2 ) two time, sensitive bombs placed,( 3 )hungry cannibal fish ( 4 ) brief case gone. all checked √
Miss Love rocks back and forth, in the chair listening to her music, all the while, thinks to herself flatteringly : Boy this, this job, beautifully executed, if I do say so myself! It was flawless, cos I am lawless! Miss Love Fatima! Girl, I am truly a great professional killer! All that’s left now is call my bosses, tell them the job is done, then go home and get paid. Miss love thinking every thing is over.

Now She makes sure the door and windows are closed tight, then turns, all this time, she has had two of her dear, little toy pets hidden in the bulk boards of the ship, so she goes about to let them out to play!
And, she opens up the bird cage holding her white feathered pet carrier pigeon named, Little Caesar, and he hops on her finger and poses like show girl model!
She puckers up, and kisses him on his beak and breasts feeds him, She pets him and lets fly in the cockpit of the chopper, he’s been hidden away for the whole length of the trip, and he’s tripping! He’s been bored and now, is happy to get out! She opens the dog case and lets out her pet Chihuahua Dog, noodles and lets him run around for little while too. She take deep breath every thing is going as planed, She feels she can relax, she remembers her boyfriends letter marked urgent!

She’s put the ship on autopilot and rips open the letter it reads :

Hi, baby sorry, bad news! The organization has betrayed you, they didn’t fill the helicopter full of gasoline so you must not get in it, it will go down. You told them you could get rid of the guy by 6, it won’t last you until then get it? 6 o’clock, so thats all the gas they put in it, It will run out of gas and you’ll never make it back home! So, to hell with them! Don’t do the job, instead meet me , you know where. We’ll flee this goddam country for some where’s its safe.
Don’t try to call me the phones, emails, tweeter, computer Skype are tapped, nothing, destroy this letter too! They , probably one of your handlers contacts want you dead, mad serious! Come to me my love, quickly. Love you forever!
Its very important, come quickly my love, don’t hesitate . The clock is ticking. Signed, Mark Antonio.

Antonio

While there reading, this, she falls back shocked, she looks at the clock.

Five minutes to 6! With which she looks at gas gage, it reads that it is empty.

She running of fumes, then pow, comes a strange sound as the ship

The ship has no more gas, gasps on its last fumes as the clock strikes 6 o’clock death hour for Miss love, but all power to her, she won’t give up without a fight.

In moment like this , it feel like betrayal ands death has won, like its all over, might as crawl up into ball and cry, but the power of The Buddhi Castles, gives power where there is none, give strength to powerless, and makes the strong stronger, and enables the love of evil life, not to succumb over destiny’s fates o dark colored hates!

The mighty EC135, is just about six feet above the water hovering, but, it is mighty no more, and falls down like a baby that cannot walk, and suddenly it drops down, hits the water with no warning, the blades crack off loudly, slashes and crashes through the waters shattering them fast. With waters now blistering, surfaced, ruptured, its big long broken blades strewn around twisting this way and that, hit the flat water shaking it out like mat, spiting and splashing up big sprays over the water. The water flies in the air every where, as a lady screams. Help, help on no! Miss love , her yes wide, scans assessing everything while the chopper she in, suddenly hits down, next, a big boom drops, crashes, in her head the fear of looming death, she screams, while in her mind, thinking the evility queen she is, she thinks , its just another game of crime, thinking they can do to me, what I do to them, and their debate to illuminate, but says she : Oh no not, me, not The Shady Lady!
TIME : time to die.
The lights go out, she gets out of seat , feels her self, she still alive, unhurt.
TIME : time to die,no.

She looks around as the helicopter submerges, water squirts, squirts in the door, like powerful thin streams of water looking something ,kind of like the power washers use to hose down the street of a big city, those ribbons of water spraying in the through the cracks and seams of the door, pour in, filling every thing. Seems, seam seeps, is it time?
TIME : time to die, no?
The dog little tiny, Noodles is going crazy all over the place, running back and forth, and jumping up to the window, as he see the fish circling in the water outside. He doesn’t know what this all means ? Bbarking, the bird too, julius Caesar, is going nuts flying wildly all over the cabin of big air ship. Miss Love, she bounces up grabs it, quickly puts the panicky bird in a black plastic bag, stuffs it up under her shirt, and ties a belt around it, so it won’t get away. Sorry little Caesar, trust me, she exclaims to the pidgin, whispering to it softly, lovingly.
She spins around assessing her fate. No time left. This is it, either she drowns and gets eaten by the same piranhas, that ate Nicky, or put a bullet in her head to end this hateful day?
The plexiglass windows thankfully didn’t crack. Its still holding the water back. The helicopter, it’s floating with luck, not on fire yet? But, she looks out at the split scene in front of her.
Out through the plexiglass windshield of the ship, it looks like a very, very bad movie, picture, a window, top half you see the sky, bottom half you’re under water, the piranhas fish smiling! You can see half the water below and half the water above, so its half and half! In one half of the window she can see out at the water of the lake full with squealing piranha fish snaring at the ship, you are able to see half above the water, and half below under water, she sees straight on par with the water line edge up and under it, all leading to maximum death.

Their can be little doubt, this woman will meet her fate, the same fate she mercilessly dished out to this poor trusting man, a good man, any preacher who prays will pray for his soul, but this woman, no, her no! And what she sees is madness gone diabolically wrong! The beasts, the little tiny and big beasts at least a thousand strong. Of these little sea dam full killer piranha fishy creatures smiling evil-ly, are looking at her, mouth hungry for her, and waiting to eat her body patiently, waiting to get into the helicopter, it , it un-fortunately won’t take long, the helicopter ship is sinking, how long can it stay afoot she asks her self?
TIME : time to die, no?
What does this distressed maiden wish for but to escape but there is no escaping death?
The ship starts to sink, sinking ever so down slowly, slowly deeper, as she begins to
take on more deadly water from the Sea of The Buddhi Castles. She scream, oh no no this goddam place is, this chopper will be end. It’s going to be her coffin.
TIME : under water time is death time, no!

Then, “I iricckk ka b klunk,” a strange, strange noise emanates loudly from the bowels of the ships machinery! Clunk, clunky clunk! As suddenly on the windshield appears floating like its still alive, none other then the half eaten skeleton of Nicky! OMG, he looks bad! Screams out Miss Love, OMG!

His skeleton hand banging on the windshield of the ship ,Let me in, let me goddam you woman, let me in! Banging with his fist, continually, he wants to get in,

TIME : What time is it? Revenge time, NO, NO, No, no, nonoooooooooooooooo.
She screams out.

Her eyes wide open, popping out of her head in disbelief, she imagines him talking in her head, I am not dead till you are sweetie! She screams NO, NO, no, nooooooooooooo.

TIME : Time to die, no!

The bag I got to get the bag, next got to calm, got to be calm, what is the buddhi rule, if I can get my thoughts to gather, and think back, what were they oh yes, yes, the rules of the Buddhi :
My rule, time coming not a worry, time now in hurry furry, history not a worry, only, The SHADY LADY lives to rule, rule in the present time in crime. OK.
The woman turns, runs to the back of the ship, unlatches a large compartment in the wall, it falls, opening up another secret compartment, holding a cool jet pack extra vehicular gadget : big shiny contraption propelled by jets of escaping gas, a perfect technology just right for a contingency like the like of which Miss love finds her self trapped in now!
She grabs it, pulls it out, drags it to the front. Now the big chopper ship is laying on one side, this is a good lucky position, it allows her to push open the right door, she ties her belt around her waist, with her bag hanging down from it and slips herself into the large ladder like built gizmo, of the jet pack rocket engine, and attaches it to her back. Its plenty heavy for her, she struggles, but manages that. Now, prepared, she calls out to pet loves ones hidden in the ship. She calls to noodles, but he pays her no mind, he busy swimming and barking at the piranhas as the water rushes in. Luckily the interior of the chopper cabin is still the free of Piranha fish. The evil Piranha fish, they’re just out side around the ships door periphery, snapping with hungry jaws baring the thousands of sharp white teeth at her, she looks at one of the sun of bitches, it jumps up at her and bites in to a lock of gold blond hair, cutting into it like spit, she dismisses it, no time.
TIME : time now, death time , no?
With the door open, she climbs out, and places her feet just so, trying to keep her balance and equilibrium just right so she doesn’t fall over into the water of death.
In to me, come, inky tiny, tiny, washing hungrily, fishes says, the waters of the buddhi, vibrating alive, the creatures jive dive, alive and like bees thieves gleefully together, in a bee hive push, rush o the waters mothers of deaths babies rabies, surfaces frencied, hungry, their opening and closing, their gapping, laws jaws of death, reeking with bad breath in unison. Smacking their teeth together as if about to eat nacho cheeses, don’y we’e deserve a little bite all right?
They scatter, batter, and come again, they know her, well, they too, come from hell?
One little fishy, went looking at her eye socket, puffs out his cheeks, he by no means is meek, and sticks out his dead red blood tongue at her face in haste, as he smells her! She, the womens fragrance smells good! She belongs in the water with me, says the waters of the Buddhi!
The water, the water, full with piranhas begins to boil with them, as they, swim around her, around and around waiting for her, around and around, and around, ha, ha, ha, waiting for her, to tip over, so they can begin sin!
Clench their teeth, then opening jaws together, teeth so sharp they can cut through bone or stone. She looks at their teeth and for brief a instant, she believes they are, they are dancing and wiggling in their mouths!
Nasching teeth, snapping, niched at the bitch! Teeth clenching, wiggling them in and out of dreamlike composure, little teeth biting in destruction under hunger for flesh, demon or otherwise, biting, barking, their sharp pointy teeth that has never been washed except with the blood of Nicky, who watches smiling, floating along, at their sides wide. Teeth shine like lights in their mouths tonight, her very last night!

They look at her, lusting to eat her bodies soft fine flesh, they make barking sounds with they’re mouths, as they’re opening and closing, snapping at her as they circle around the doomed sinking chopper and the woman from hell!

They sounds out rhythms, choppy chop, chopishss chopisk choppisk cice cice chopiss, cice, cice, ice, chop, snap, chop, snap, snap!

She knows that if, if she, if she can maintain her balance, theres a little chance she’ll live a few more minutes, and put off for a little while the oncoming disaster!
She straightens up and fixes the Jet pack on her back, straps it, tightens the rocket belt tightly!
Pulls them tight, she reaches the interface controls and it comes to life, as the buttons indicators light up, problem is, the dam things, needs to warm up a second or two!
And any second now, it’s warming up, got to wait a-minute for this things to start, she admits a split second now seems like time has stopped, it seems to take for hours in stead of seconds , she waits,
She thinks to her self, they want me dead? Why dag-git, I didn’t check the gas in my tank my self, foolish me, trusted, that guy, hope I don’t pay for that mistake with my life. Dam, this back pack rocket engine thing, is taking for ever to warmup, she says to her self, in a hurry to get the hell out of there, but time has stopped. She remembers, when she asked him, the under-cover guard, in the golfing outfit at the airport, if the ship was ready, he said yes to me, meaning the gas tank, was filled up, but he lied, he was in on this, dammit Ok! She thought, I gotta get out of this. She franticly looks around, can’t swim through an ocean full of piranhas, no, no way. Can’t, do anything but die, time now, death time, no?
She’s left standing there on the edge of the doorway, the doorway to hell, this her ship the beautiful EC135, was fixed to kill her with not enough gas! No, not enough gas to last me, Oh hell, what a brilliant trick, they got me! But I am fighting back, all I need is for this stupid rocket to work.
But time has stood still, moves indeed slower giving her inter dimensional time, to think and ponder deeply. Her mind thoughts get suddenly interrupted as The chopper is shaking, and listing more to the left, making strange sounds over the whole area. The water is buzzing with the teethy fish, flipping up and over. The baby ones, are more crazy than the big ones, they swim and jump out this way and that, with mouths open flying up at her face to eat her flesh. She bats one away, then another and another, they see its, its dinner time and they are not going away! A few jump out of the water, fly up and bite into her carry on bag, and hang there with their teeth impaling it. They hang on to it looking like some vile decorations from hell! Another, one a tiny one, with big evil eyes looks at her, smiles, and on jumps out heading for her head. She scream bloody murder, ducks down, as it grabs her by the hair and dangles on it like a death time decoration sensation, smelling the coming of her fleshy end. It waits, there waiting to take a bite.

TIME : Now death time, no?

She looks, sees the pharaohs piranhas looking back up at her, they’re around the door opening and are snapping at her feet, one snaps and digs its teeth in the heel of her shoe. Her knee jerk reaction, was to lift her foot and stump it dead. The water rises up to the very edge of the door. Her tiny white dog Noodles swims around barking at the deadly big fish at the edge of the door frame where the water is! She calls to the cute little pet dog, Noodles, “Oh Noodles, come to me, now baby. Come to mommy,” it does not listen to her, but keeps barking. One fish swims up to the edge of the doors edge, looks at it barking, it jumps up at it and swallows it whole, like a can of Cambells Chicken noodle soup, he is gone! Noodles is gone, oh no, yells out Miss Love, shocked!

TIME : Time death time no?

She screams, three more jump out flying up at her eyes, she bats them away, screams Help, No,NO, then the bones of Nicky floats up and raps his arm around the door of the doomed chopper.
He open up the bible in his right hand, reads as passage from the book of karma, and a strange voice is heard. The buddhi speaks trough him and says beware, One who takes pleasure in pursuing worldly aims and sense pleasures, we lose thinking and reason to think through issues of greed and death shall be your final seed. What thous seed sow so shall your life go.

TIME : What time is it? Death time no?

No, way. No way yells Miss Love. Miss Love presses the button again and again on the jets interface, till finally : Her, goddam machine turns on, and fires up raising her up in the air!
She holds on for dear life, banking and navigating upwards through the air up an away from the ship as it goes under!
She finally smiles, nervous, but alive, scared but strong, laughing as she flies up and away, she looks down below at the waters as she’s up about two thousand feet ,now!!

TIME : Time now?

Time, not to die, she says, but time to finish business, no loose threads, she pressed the red button markedxoo1, on a tiny device on her arm and detonates the corpse of Mr. Nicky, and his red thick bible still stuck like glue in his hand.
BOOMMMM! Goes a loud explosion accompanied with awesome white yellow flash of light, as the shock waves reverberate, in out and out of the waters down below.
She presses another button marked xooo2t, detonating the Torpedo bomb down below, BOOOMMMM, boom boom, another loud tumultuous explosion, rocks the atmosphere and everything
blows where the chopper went down! She pulls out her cam and shoots with one hand, video proof time, again, let it rain, Amen.
Now she navigates the jet pack rocket belt to the top of The Buddhi Castles Mountain tops and lands.
She breathes in deep breaths of fresh air. Tries to relax a bit. She thinks about who in the organization might have wanted her dead, and it comes to confront, head on, the realization, that it’s got to be her handlers, but which one ? A handler, embeded inside,” SWIFT.” How to break, the law, without braking it. But thats for the next chapter! But, first things first, she must survive, then, she will go revenge hunting. Right now, she can barely think straight, that genesis for now is hard, very, very hard to define and decipher. She promises her self : that If she lives, he will die, but for now, she must adapt, live with it and move on and be strong. She, tries to calm her nerves, calm down. Then, it dawned on her again, and she thinks why not ? Why not take another look at the letter.
She takes out the letter, and reads it again, she read again the line, Don’t try to call me, the phones, emails, tweeter, computer Skype are tapped. Destroy this letter too! And she pulls out from her bosom the bag, with the pigeon, little Caesar. And writes out a little message, and raps it around the leg of her bird with a rubber band, kisses it and pulls out a handkerchief belonging to her lover, Antonio, and lets him, little Caesars smell it.
And, now she says, “listen little Caesar, go to him! Bring him, go back home, back to your nest, do it for mommy! Go my love. Bring him to me! Bring him back to mommy go.”
And with that said, she throws the white messenger pigeon into the air. It fly up free, up high in the winds in which, lies her future destiny!
She watches it as it disappears into the blue. And remembers what she wrote in the note : Dear sweet Antonio, thanks for your letter, you wrote, hope you got my message too. Here’s where I am, at top The Buddhi Castles south eastern side, use these map code coordinates, take a helicopter and come for me, my love. I’ll be here waiting, love.

I love you, Lovekilljoy!

To those who like the Miss LoveKillJoys stories, you can check out her Tweets, ” Tweets of Miss Lovekilljoy” located at the end of the page, below!

The night holds fractals fright! Precariously perched in a lurch, some one is coming, some one bad!

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Year I tried many a times to deal with the killer in me.
Men, men they did me wrong true. Now I do them wrong to!
True. I, I love em AND AND I leave um They call me courtney blue, I do I do what I got to
bad murderer, thats me baby. bad murderer thats me.
I might be smiling but thats not what I am bout.
turn him out.
gone get rid of that mannnnn, he ain’t gone know what hit him brother, turn him out.
he don’t know what I am really bout, he don’t know hey hey. you don’t know what you don’t know. turn him. turn him out.
don’t no what I am bout.
turn him out,
turn him out,
turn him out turn him out yea yea say.
turn him out,
turn him out
boy I found out seems thats what I am really about.
True. I ,I love em AND AND I leave um
bad murderer thats me baby. bad murderer thats me.
year i tried , i trieddddddd many a times to deal with the killer in me
I might be smiling but thats not what I am about.

I might be smiling but thats not what I am bout.
turn him out ,I might be smiling but thats not what I am bout,
turn him out
gone rid of that man, he ain’t gone what hit him brother, turn him out.
he don’t know what I am really bout, he don’t know.
hey hey . You don’t know what you don’t know. turn him turn him out.
don’t no what I am bout.

gone get rid of that man, He ain’t gone know what hit him brother, turn him out.
he don’t know what I am really bout, he don’t know.
Hey hey. You don’t know what you don’t know. turn him turn him out
don’t no what I am bout.
True. I love em AND AND I leave um.
I love em AND AND I leave um.
I love em AND AND I leave um.
I love em AND AND I leave um.
I do I do what I got to
I do I do what I got to

The night holds fractals fright! Precariously perched in a lurch, someone is coming, some one bad!

The ending Chapter full of tweets CHATTING WITH HER HOMIES, by Miss Love Killjoy Deaf!

CHAPTER 7 is waiting in the wings! It’s up next!

BAD PERSONALITIES

MISS LOVEKILLJOY DEAF TWEETS

CHAPTER 7

Hi guys, Miss Love, here;s looking at you! Thanks for chilling out, while I was away working, so much to update you guys on, tweet you later! Lol, Love!

Love@ Dam Dang girl, haven’t heard a word, you doing the hermit thing?

Jackie@ Shit no, just chilling that’s all, had a rough time, last gig, sucked!

Love@ No, tell me you got off?

Jackie@ I alway get off bitch, but this bee, OMG, stung me in my ass!

Love@ What happened?

Jackie@ Guess what? They doubled crossed my ass, they put the fix on my chopper, so it would run out of gas crash kill me after I killed Nicky, you know that scientist dude, who found a cure for cancer! My target, this way they get him knocked off, the target, and me, the one who killed the sun of bitch, so they don’t have to pay me, and then claim the big bucks, from the SWIFT’s organizations higher ups, cutting me out, bitch, that’s what happened, shit man!

Love@ Love, OMG, ta sucks! That shit is so heavy! It didn’t work cause if it did, shit I wouldn’t be able to tweet your ass, so how did you escape, how did you do it?

Jackie@ Listen, my ass is so upset, right now, I am see,n red, I can’t hardy talk. All I can tell you is I am OK, no thanks to them! Contact you later, let me update the others too, and warn them, later, cool! Bye!

Laticha@ Hi, baby check it out, it’s me, my love, bitch you won’t believe what went down on my last gig? It was rigged! They had the balls to hit me!

Love@ Hi, am I reading this shit, right? Who tried to hit you?

Laticha@ Some dude working under the table as handler at SWiFT!

LOVE@ Shit, thats sucks, man, dam! That’s unbelievable, are you all right, sweet heart? Whassup’ with them, did they try to shoot you?

Laticha@ No, the bastards, planed to have me die by not filling up my gas tank in my chopper, so I would run out of fuel and crash my ass, hoping the ship would explode and no more me, thats what went down!

LOVE@ Holy shit, that’s unreal, but why would they want you dead if all you are doing is working for them? I don’t get it? But you’re still alive. So how did you beat the trick, honey are you OK?

Laticha@ Year, I escaped but just by the skin of my teeth, honey! Look I’ll lay the whole story on you later, got to tweet every body warn them, follow me to get the latest, look, we gone switch to encode mode 323x so that our messages can’t be read, got it? Do it now 323x cause, I’ll tweet you later but encrypted cool?

LOVE@ Sure babe, I understand, but tell me, tell me how did you escape?

Laticha@ I tell you later, follow me on twitter! Abschied alter Hut!

Sonia@ Hi, sonia, now, haven’t heard a word from you bird! Whats up? Did, you check out those tattoos on the pink panties from, Bergdorf Goodmans Love it or leave it, collection? Too expensive for words, and like a bad mother! If you can’t find one your size, that means you ain’t alive, heh hee! Look, girl, much, to say, follow me, we need to chat! Later! By the way, should be in L A, see ya! Chow!

Qswaldo@ Hallo ist es ich, Liebe. Wie gehts Ihnen?.

LOVE@ Wow! kann ich nicht es glauben? Wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?

Qswaldo@ Ich brauche Sie, um jemanden töten zu helfen!

LOVE@ Was?

Qswaldo@Ich bekam ein Problem. Und Sie sind von Pakistan! Sie sind ein Experte auf den Dialekten!! Ich will einen Dude finden!

Qswaldo sind ein kluger Kerl, Baby!

LOVE@ Ich werde den Dude, aber, “Baby” finden ich will etwas Liebe?

Qswaldo@ Sind Sie ein guter kleiner Junge?

LOVE@ Ich bin sehr schlecht Baby, du weißt es, auch! Du und ich? Ich möchte Ihr Baby Lippen küssen. Oh Kurs werde ich Ihnen helfen! schicken Sie die Details Ok per Email? Sprechen Sie später!

Qswaldo@ Sie sind ein kranker erotischer Junge. aber, kam ich, um Ihnen zu erzählen. jemand versuchte, mich zu töten. Also, ich brauche ernsthaft Ihre Hilfe OK?

LOVE@ Hallo, seine mir Bob! Liebe auf den ersten Blick. Komm schon, dass ich warte. Es ist diese Bar. Die Bar Szene ist heiß, Trendige, entspannt, glatt. Ich lade dich, Baby. Ich verspreche, dass Sie eine gute Zeit keine Zeichenketten! Die große Liebe. Können Sie mit mir kommen?

Die große Liebe trifft man – wenn überhaupt – nur einmal im Leben.

Bob@ Bob warum nicht? Ich brauche, um zu entspannen und ich liebe große Männer! Tut mir leid, ich dir meine Adresse nicht geben kann. Es ist ein Geheimnis, Sie können mich abholen, das Restaurant, wo wir uns trafen, OK?

LOVE@ Hallo, Fräulein LOVE, dieser Herr Virtue an Citi Bank. Vielen dank dafür, über, Verschlüsselungscode 323x zu erzählen. Die Information, die ich Ihnen gebe, wird klassifiziert. Ich will nicht, dass es zu Fremden geht! Ich war nie ein großer Enthusiast in der Spionage!

Hinsichtlich der Hubschrauber Wartung Mann für Ihren Helikopter. Die mans war Muhammed Maħmūd. Auf Ihre Frage weil Herr Muhammed Maħmūd Aussage Muhammed Maħmūd eine bevorzugte Citi Bank-Kontonummer im 2364-6781-1034-9277 hatte und im Februar 9/20/13 er hatte des aktuellen Saldos des $72345.48 aber einen Tag später, erhielt er einen Draht Übertragung Check $250000.00 von einer unbekannten Person auf den Februar 10/20/13 um 17:59:26. Unseren Aufzeichnungen zufolge ist der Absender nicht bekannt. Aber so weit weg ist eine finanzielle Pakistan Konto Herkunft. Im immer noch für Sie investiert. Wie Sie gut verstehen können diese Informationen wird klassifiziert und werde ich meinen Job hier bei City Bank zu verlieren. Also bitte haben Sie Verständnis, ich bitte, diese ein, weil ich Ihnen schulde. Aber wenn die Informationen veröffentlicht werden, ich will leugnen Hilfe! Ich bin immer noch untersucht und wird nächste Woche tweet.

OO9@ Kühlen Sie hallo Hacker-Dude, wie Sie sind!. Wir haben in einer langen Zeit nicht geredet. Ich will, dass Sie diesen Mann für mich verfolgen. Sein Name ist Muhammed Maħmūd! Ich muß ihn verfolgen und ihn finden. Er schuldet mir große Zeit! Hier ist seine Telefonnummer 05363 324355 FES (I) Verfolgen-Kennzahl! Ich bin kühl, und Sie sind kühl. Sie helfen mir, ich werde Ihnen OK helfen! Bitte! Ich brauche Sie, um OO9 zu helfen?

LOVE@ WOW, das ist OO9, die eine wirklich lange Zeit! Jahr, ich bin gut, danke für die Nachfrage! Ich hoffe, dass Sie gutes zu tun! Ich bin jetzt ein wenig beschäftigt, aber ich kann es aus, später in dieser Woche überprüfen! Lassen Sie Sie wissen es, dieses Wochenende, Cool?

OO9@ Wissen Sie was, wenn Sie es tun können früher ich können Sie Geld bezahlen, OK!

John@ Wo Sie jetzt sind?

Love@ Hallo, Liebe, bin ich hier in Freudenstadt! Freudenstadt inmitten des nördlichen Schwarzwaldes gelegen, ist nicht nur der ideale Ausgangspunkt für kleine und große Entdeckertouren in sehenswerte Schwarzwaldstädtchen! Wo die Hölle Sie ist?

John@Hallo, Schatz, Blick, brauche ich Ihre Liebe, ich brauche Ihre Hilfe auch! Aber ich versuche auch, einen Mann zu verfolgen, der versuchte, mich zu töten. wann können wir uns treffen?

LOVE@ Oh mein Gott! Sind Sie ganz richtig? Schau mal, ich bin heute und morgen, wie über Sonntagsmittag nach fünf Uhr beschäftigt?

John@ Am Sonntagsmittag nach fünf Uhr? ist kühler Schatz, Sie dann sehen, ich Sie anrufen werden, um OK zu bestätigen?

Tinamary@ Ich werde nach Deutschland an diesem Sonntag gehen, bitte sorgt sich um meinen Goldfisch Sie! ich fand ein tot in th Wasser neulich Ich werde Sie anrufen, um mit Ihnen zu bestätigen

später OK? Auf Wiedersehen Auf Wiedersehen!

x21x@Hallo!

x22x@Hallo!

x21x@Das ist schlecht!

x22x@Was?

x21x@Nachrichten!

x22x@Welche Nachrichten!

x21x@Der Klub!

x22x@Welcher Klub?

x21x@Wir bedauern, Sie zu informieren.

x21x@Sie werden vermisst!

x22x@Wer?

x21x@Sie?

x22x@ No!

x21x@Sie haben den Steuerentkommen-Geldmarkt effizient gestartet. Sie sind wesentlich aber, Sie müssen Sie Position aufgeben.

x21x@Jemand ist nachdem Sie?

x22x@No!

x21x@Und, wenn Sie bleiben, werden Sie uns ganz in Mühe mit Ihnen bekommen?

x22x@No! No, no!

x21x@Also, unternehmen Sie Schritte, um Ihre Teilnahme aufzugeben. Verwaltung hatte eine Treffen? Sie, sind unglücklicherweise nicht mehr verantwortlich?

o2o2@ Hallo Schätzchen, ich kante Gespräch zu Ihnen jetzt. Tun Sie gerade, was ich sage. Ich, geschäftlich abreisend. Es Gerüchte, dass Sie hören werden, sind sie alle Lügen durch das Disgruntalled-Interesse, versuchend, mich zu zerstören. Ich liebe Sie und die Kinder! Das ist alles, dass Sie wissen müssen! Und sagen Sie den Kindern, ich liebe sie. Ich gegangen eine lange Zeit. Ich werde mich in den kommenden Monaten in Verbindung setzen! schade, Aber ist das, wie es sein muss!

Arzt, Merswettheim@ Arzt, Merswettheim, ist meine Textzahl x21x! Sie wissen, wer ich bin! Ich hoffe, dass Sie mir eine Bevorzugung gewähren werden, ich habe einen wichtigen Freund, der plastische Chirurgie sofort braucht. Ein neues Gesicht! Stellen Sie bitte sich bereit! Sagen Sie nichts darüber! Anruf oder Text ich sofort! Text ich x21x, bald wie möglich!

Arzt, Merswettheim@Ich verstehe! Wahr! Eine eherne Idee, das ist fett! Es ist notwendig! Wann können Sie starten Arzt?

x221x@Ich verstehe! Ich habe eine geheime Office können Sie kommen mir sie!

an einem kleinen Wasserkraftwerk am Senkelbach in Augsburg.

Arzt, Merswettheim@Wann?

x22x@Vielleicht in ein oder zwei Monate. Ich bin sehr beschäftigt!

Arzt, Merswettheim@Hören Sie mir zu! Hören Sie gut zu! Ich werde Sie wieder, Arzt nicht fragen! Dies ist eine Frage des Lebens und Todes zu mir, und Leben und Tod zu Ihnen! Jetzt frage ich Sie jetzt den Sie mich verstehen? Wann können Sie anfangen?

x22x@We verwendet die aktuellsten Werkzeuge in der Diagnose und der Behandlung für Sie von unserem Gebiet, über das Land und um die Welt, aber ich muss meine Mannschaft zusammen, vielleicht morgen erhalten?

Arzt Merswettheim@Welche Zeit Arzt?

Arzt, Merswettheim@6 :45 ist?

Arzt, Merswettheim@ ich werde erklären, dass dieses draußen für Sie verfälschen! Der Betrieb ist nicht für einen Freund von meinem, als ich Sie erzählt habe. Es ist für mich! Ich will nicht erkannt werden. Einige Leute wollen mich Verstorbene, dieses Gesicht, das ich hat, ist mein Todesurteil, will ich es von einem weißen Gesicht zu einem schwarzen Gesicht ändern! Ein Schwarz? Ja Afrikaner!

Herr Nice Nett, x21x, @Interessant? Ich habe den Arzt gewusst, der chirurgisch eine Frau gemacht hat, aussieht wie die Finsternis

Ägyptische Königin Nefertiti. Er hat ihr das Gesicht gegeben aber hat weiß verlassen enthäutet! Siehe, dass es here>http://www.oddee.com/item_96941.aspx ich nicht weiß, wie Sie danach Süden Afrikaner machen, ist Es nicht meine medizinische Spezialität! Aber ich kann Ihnen eine dunkle Änderung nördlich Afrikaner wie ein Ägypter geben oder anschauen Sie mit einen dunklen Taliban kann ändern! Oder, aber ich kann Sie der moderne Chinese

hat sich geneigt reizendes Augeaussehen so niemand wird identifizieren Sie ändern! Dieses, das ich machen kann!

Insofern die Haut,

Ansprüche afrikanische Hautalter anmutiger als sein kaukasisches Gegenstück, ist wahr, weil schwarze Haut mehr Melanin hat, und neigt dazu, sie jünger länger auf der Außenseite anzuschauen, ich kann hat vollendet dass mit gemeinsamen Methoden wie Melaninanregung für zu blass Flecke, hat den Arzt gesagt! Ich werde Sie, Herr nett, ich habe einen Künstler zeigen, einen Entwurf einer chirurgischen Künstlers Entwurfs Symbolik zu machen, damit Sie eine Idee erhalten können, wie Sie herauskommen dürften!

Arzt, Merswettheim@ Gut! Gut! Jetzt ich will Sie, zu wissen, Arzt Merswettheim, Wenn etwas schief geht, Meine Wache wird Sie töten, damit sich vergewissert, dass Sie mich lebend behalten, Zu Verfälschen! Ja ja, selbstverständlich Sie, Sie. Sie können mir vertrauen, Herr Nett!

Arzt, Merswettheim @ Gut! dann bis 6:45 am.

Herr Nice Nett, x21x, @6:45 IST, JA HERR. NETT! Kommen Sie in! Kommen Sie zum geheimen Krankenhaus, einzuchecken und wird bewertet und wird bearbeitet, isst nichts für den restlichen Tag nur Wasser. Irgendwann vor Mittag werden wir beginnen! Ich sichere zu, dass jedes Ding fein sein wird, werden Sie sehr eigenartig in Erscheinung sein! Sehr vorzüglich! nur entspannt, erhält einen guten Nacht Rest, Herrn Nice,nett!

LOVE@ Bonjour ma chère. Bonjour ma chère ce moi votre garçon amant chaud ANTONIO, heh heh ha, ha, ha!

Comment faites-vous sans mon corps ?

Son juste à droite, à droite ?

Je travaille dur tous les jours juste pour obtenir tous mes muscles. Mon muscles d’amour forts pour toi mon amour.

J’espère que tu faites bien, ha, ha, ha !

Je veux ton corps maintenant, pas demain dammit. J’ai eu à le faire. Sinon, si je vais mourront de bébé !

En hiver j’ai besoin de la chaleur de notre corps. À lété me besoin elle aussi ! Tout au long de lannée. Chaud !

Venez à moi, très bientôt, veuillez.

Je ne veux pas vivre sans votre corps ! OMG, a obtenu de le faire !

ANTONIO@ le bien-aimé de Regard, être patient! Je suis arrivé pour piloter en Allemagne ce week-end dimanche pour affaires! Aujourdhui et demain, je dois visiter le Moyen-Orient, pour affaires! Je vous téléphonerai quand je récupère, au revoir mon bien-aimé!

King Hussein@ King Hussein blessed be your memory. Long do I to be graced with your shadow on my person, How are you?

Love@ I am well my child, most cordial hello, praise be thanks to Allah on high from your humble King Hussein. My eyes need to see you, my hands need to hold all of you again, you are the treasure of my humble heart, you are my most precious flower, you, my reason to live, is to see you in my arms. My dearest fearless feather of the greatest flying white sweet doves. It is always a pleasure to hear from you my love. Miss Lovekilljoy.

King Hussein@ blessed be your highness, the ancient shifting sandy beaches of your beloved country, always attracts me, as do you too, of course. Busy, I know you must be, still I wish you to grant me an audience with you, if possible.

LOVE@ But space I will make in my life to see you. I will stop the sun from rising, turn out the light of the moon for you, just to be with you for a night. I’ am ecstatic you tweeted me. But of course, come to me and it shall be done.

King Hussein@King Hussein you are as always most gracious and most generous. I hear you named a room in your southern shore palace after me, let me express again once more, my sincere gratitude your majesty! I’ am honored. I must cry for help on your mighty shoulders, my King!

Let me explain, as you know. I am a girl of the world. I love hard and fight harder true too!

You know all there is to know, so you know doubt have heard of SWIFT? Well, I am employed agent soldier of fortune of theirs. Recently I have been wronged, double crossed by another agent, a handler for the organization who works there. I don’t know his name and wish you to help me to discern his identification.

He is the one working on a case. A special case identified as involving a scientist. A scientist, whose Nick name was Nicky. Nicky, is who claimed to have found a cure for cancer. Anyway, the handler agent tried to have me killed while I was working on this case. I wish to find him and get my revenge. For he tried to have me killed in a helicopter accident. The trick was to not fill up my helicopter gas tank, and cause it to crash killing me. Luckily, for me, I escaped. Now I want revenge. If you should be able to get his identification for me, it would make me most happy. I in turn would make you most happy anyway I can. Tweet me if you learn anything. I will tweet you next weekend. Till then, God be with you great esteemed one, and Thank you!

LOVE@ I will move heaven and earth for you, this handler will be found. We will speak soon, I promise you.

LOVE@, Hi this is Roge! We got a deal on Sipompas Organic Cherries at last! Guess what, you will get a free sample on us in the mail, give me some feed back, please! Let us know you’re feeling about its taste, chow love! Hope to hear back from you soon! By the way, I got engaged!

Love@ Hi Love, this is Laticha again, just tweeting to let you know I’am at Billy’s Cuts, getting my hair done, I should be out by six! Meet at Charles place afterwards! Call me if you can’t make it. Bye!

LOVE@ This is Robert from Everest, your Ipad is fixed. We think this encryption upgrade you will really like! You can pick it up any time, but bring your receipt, OK! Thanks! Robert Edgar!

LOVE@ Dear Lovekilljoy, we are returning an answer to your request concerning secret members, and yes, we regret we are unable to divulge agents to you as a matter of policy . We respectfully understand you think you have legitimate reasons, but in short : considerations of privacy are vintage established protocols to which adherence to contractual assignments we must respect!

All complaints replete with all the failings that one might think an agent might possess, may be just a misunderstanding, and as a business, we cannot express favoritism neither pros or cons. Sorry, we don’t buy into your complaints. And find your alleged accusations an example of your narrow clumsiness, and invective flawed mentality. I am left with the feeling that the ambitious scope of your unfounded complaints, has been betrayed by the lack of proof! Please in the future do not proceed with your puerile inquiry it would not advantageous. We will not respond to you again on this matter!

LOVE@ This is billy, hope you doing fine! Oh by they way, my birthday will be here soon, I’ll be seventeen! Wow, I am getting old! You know I like video games see ya!

The night holds fractals fright! Precariously perched in a lurch, someone is coming, someone bad!

MISS LOVEKILLJOY DEAF CHAPTERS 4 TO 7

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