Insider pH

A Story by Abishai100

Deep and off-putting tale of inventive human-mind resilience in the face of a reunion of a sour chemical-chance note (for the heart).

A tale of incomplete-distances readings of the heart/brain/world. Thanks for reading,

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Mr. Amlan Satan was shocked. He'd been a fantastically optimistic junior-sports coach in North America (American Homeland) when he discovered that a visiting line of fashion-dolls for his local hometown investment hand for a shopper's complex featuring a great Nordstrom outfit would include a woman he knew in high-school but who'd taken a disaster-turn to evil. Suddenly, our prince protagonist of this tale wondered about the destiny of this lady (Selfie-like). Follow along, friends.

DESDEMONA: I was raped in college (New England), pal.

SATAN: Jesus Christ...and you got AIDS.

DESDEMONA: Insider-pH; evil's eye...I decided to become a rogue, pal.

SATAN: You had intercourse with a policeman, Desdemona?

DESDEMONA: He's dead.

SATAN: Selfie-like (geez).

Friends, we all know AIDS had become a terrifying condition of the Earthling line. Once acquired, the patient's immune system simply breaks down, forcing him/her to go into a lifestyle regimen of multi-nutrient/vitamins/medicines ingestions and use to salvage a lifespan optimism for a condition without a really solidly published known/public/cultural cure for eternity (wow). Desdemona was raped and acquired the difficult disease and then became a woman of bad means, tying herself to a (deceased) policeman, of a bad adverb (Facebook-like). This was Hell, and it wasn't fiction-distance for Amlan Satan, our prince protagonist, who secretly loved the lady (Selfie-like).

He insisted Desdemona share the weekend with him, since he'd acquired a modest fortune on Wall-St. and insisted she share in his fortune and temp-joy (hmmm). She agreed. The two enjoyed Any Given Sunday (Oliver Stone) in his room, and he desperately wanted to make some love to her (Selfie-like).

DESDEMONA: Swimming?

AMLAN: By my lonesome heart, high-school sweetie.

DESDEMONA: Maybe I'll make a novel concept...Bloody Mama.

AMLAN: How about something original...Lady in Dark (Facebook-like)?

DESDEMONA: Hmmm.

Amlan Satan said farewell to fair and darkened Desdemona and returned to coaching and found some modest happiness the following Halloween Eve, taking-in a rather graphic portrait of American psyche-inventions in the soul of darkness/deformity (wow). Perhaps you might consider him a special witness to the leviathan/uncertainty of what makes Earthling-life simply wound (for the spirits).