Dark Head.

There are days, and this is one of them, when the scribe is in so dark and dangerous a mood that I have to approach with care. For this I begin with The Maestro, Ludovico Einaudi and his “Waterways.” A repeat, this means it was a good choice, something to keep in mind since I’m trying to gain ascendancy over her own will, which is powerful on a day like this. Powerfully black, she has me say the following.

If you see someone litter, beat the shit out of them. Someone has to stand up for the earth. This is what she would be doing, when out, showing such filth some consequences. If I didn’t need her wretched hands.

If the image amuses, know that what she lacks in size and ability, she more than makes up for in ferocity, like a badger. She has teeth and nails, she has hidden strengths that come to her in a fit, adrenaline on a hypersensitive is something very different. When the beast comes to her, myself, allegedly, does this sound like me? When he comes to her he doesn’t lack for power. Don’t piss her off if you like your face. Don’t litter where she can see you, don’t abuse an animal or innocent, she will make you regret it. I, the Devil, have no doubt of it.

Onward now, to pastures more interesting, less violent, the scribe will give way gracefully, or not.

Another word on Apathy, as practised by a vast majority of you. Prompted by a song or two about anarchy and revolution. Anthem Rock, as was. Wildly energetic, with brief violent messages, perfect earworms, sure to make men move. Once. Are there still restless young bloods ready to be lit for a cause other than religion? Are there still skinheads? Is Revolution a thing of the past? Are the Communists going to take it all simply by walking over and asking for the keys?

A show of violence? Where? Not here then? Let’s order supper. Are we really going to hand it all over while we play candy crush? Give us a minute to level up and we’ll get back to you.

You see that I know my way around question marks.

I, Satan, say to you with all honesty, it’s a marvel you’re not speaking Chinese now. India is coming to your place, oppressed masses are flowing into your loving arms, changing your world. Numbers alone are overwhelming, combine them now with your complete indifference. In the End, all the worlds will be changed, your current pace of life maintained but largely lived online. Everything, and I mean everything, will be so much uglier. Look around you, unless You stop it somehow, it will just get worse. Who cares what it’s like outside? From the looks of it, nobody.

Of course, I have strict policies on futurism, as I have said before, so these are just my casual predictions, based on your current state, which can be defined as limpid. Whining takes so much effort, after all.

Let’s move on to a duty I have to perform, and if I must, so I will be gracious about it. It concerns the oft-abused Google, whom my scribe daily profanes, having laid a curse on them that she maintains.

Here I will afford them praise that is due. Pay attention, I may never do it again. For an Evil Entity, and I think we can agree that they are, even with that lovely complexion and those pouty lips. For an Evil Entity, you come very close to literally Knowing Everything. A remarkable achievement, you’re the envy of History and The Darling of the Future.

There. Said and nicely, I think. A brief Salut and we’re done.

Perhaps I might mention your clickage, how shall I reward you? Loyalty in a disciple is so refreshing. Naturally rewards aren’t my forte, but I make an effort for you. An extra blog I think, I have an excellent one in mind. More music, but this is something so special I’ve held it back until I felt you deserved it. Assuming your candle is lit, and you do.

Also coming soon, an update on the situation in Hell and an interview with Jesus.

“We Want Revolution”  and  “Call The Ships to Port”   by  Covenant

Wouldn’t it be nice if you could feel like this?