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An addendum to being evil: being evil really has consequences, but just who the fuck cares anyway? Not your regular police-man-joe-public-investigative-crap-wannabe. Just last night (it seems so long ago — for reasons that have put nice little black bags under my wee orbs.. um, eyes) while discussing - you guessed it - work, our regular lawyer friend stopped over for a chit-chat. We had, by that time, finished an equivalent portion of coffee, coffee-tea-cham (just, really now, wtf is that?!) and tea, teh-o-ice-limaus to rival any pub outing. Our bellies were stretched to bursting, and I could hear the seams of my shirt screaming.
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Oh, man, the conclusions drawn are priceless: if you should not say X, the right to say X, Y and Z should be denied to you. Did you get that part? I’m referring to the NST article “Up to no good” over here. Basically if you “peddle racial and religious prejudice”, said peddler should be denied the right to free speech. I’m not even paraphrasing, it’s all there:

Indeed, there is a strong case not to extend the right of free speech to those who peddle racial and religious hatred.

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It’s more like seduction. The eyebrows knit and rise, the thin-lipped smile widens, the head nods. Seduction falling from below, up and up and up. Your fists ball up and you feel… triumphant.

Gratifying, better than sex. Being evil, not smashing your fist in someone’s mirror, just being evil. You feel like you could do anything, and get away with it. You feel invicible, like a god. You strut, you tease, you walk on ceilings and think nothing of angels looking up to you from a different angle.

Sex in your walk, your talk, your squeeze, your tease, a wild orchid.

Passers-by say “who are you” and you gift them with smiles and condescension and you strut oh so viciously: like an open palm, fingers askew and outstretched: declaration of intent.

The glossy facade of your blood red lipstick, a ferrari on a two-lane road to nowhere. Parted: the wet sheen like your want. The perspiration on your skin: how dare you. You sway on your tight, tight rope.

Wild orchid.