Leave The Lion Alone –

“Without game, men prey on each other.” – Perry Farrell
“. . . It is just because human bloodthirstiness is such a primitive part of us 
that it is so hard to eradicate, especially when a fight or a hunt is promised as part of the fun.” – William James
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There are those who live only to stalk as an aggressor and taker of life. This is why the gazelle cannot be kind to the lion, or invite him to dine and frolic together. If I treat the predator like a friend, with all the trust and vulnerabilities involved with that privilege, I‘ll present myself as a meal. It’s nothing personal for them to hunt me, that’s what they do. Leave the lion alone, why do I wish to fight? A fight is necessary for survival, but the better part of wisdom is to stay away from those whose dinner is my flesh. The kindness of our hearts is a weakness which must be balanced with the necessary facts of life, leave the lion alone and steer clear from the jaws that will look pleasant from a distance but have your throat in an instant.

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

12162012

The Wannabe Predator

Left with what you gave me. Now I must go on, and everyone looks at me, asking how, when, why? Their curiosity is violating more than your rape. They want to live vicariously through you, look at what you did, voyeurs. They act innocent, but hungrily they gather up the details of your crime against me. How many armchair rapists are there out in the world? Just like a game they imagine the details of their called shots and by the popular “hits” they measure their satisfaction. Damn you all, I was captive, a sex slave, and all that want to see my story are freaks! You drool at the story, thinking you wish you had me, and what you would DO! I tell my story and you hungrily lick it up, thankful it wasn’t you who got caught, but your imaginations betray your feigned innocence. It happened to me, yes, but why do you pretend to care? Your jealous that it wasn’t you who commanded my sex for years. Fuck you all! Of the thousands of “likes” of my story, most are perverted “wannabe’s” you don’t have the fucking courage to do what he did to me. Your worse then he is, you pretend innocence more than he! Yes I was a captive, made a sexual slave, but do you have to lust after his experience? Fuck you! I see you, I know you, your internet anonymity is a farce because I know and see you! Stop lusting after my story you fucking perverts!

Gentleness of Strength

“Silk is a fine, delicate, soft, illuminating, beautiful substance. But you can never rip it! If a man takes this tender silk and attempts to tear it, and cannot tear it, is he in his right mind to say “This silk is fake! I thought it was soft, I thought it was delicate, but look, I cannot even tear it” ? Surely, this man is not in his right mind! The silk is not fake! This silk is 100% real. It’s the man who is stupid!” ― C. JoyBell C.

“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.” – Bruce Lee
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 Gentle, striving to be easy with the hardness life brings. Being gentle when the attack is not against me is easy, but let my lover betray me, let a random act of violence occur, let my child be molested in spite of my best efforts, then it proves supremely difficult to resist hardness. When gentleness is discerned by the predators of man and beast, it signifies vulnerability, a sign that brings pursuit and attack. There is however, a side of gentleness that is contrary to weakness. Warriors learned long ago that deftness, a soft touch, is as deadly as brute force. The less effort, the faster and more powerful you will be. Gentleness learned is self control gained. To deny the victim demeanor and become a survivor, a warrior, requires a necessary application of gentle traits. Hold the knife easy. Squeeze the trigger softly. Bend not break, as a willow in the breeze. Bruce Lee taught the principle: be like water. Water is soft, yielding, and enjoyable to be around, but still maintains a fearful power. Gentleness is not weakness, it is power under perfect control. I’m this gentle soul, the water that gives way, and still I possess a force to overcome the most difficult opponent, whether it be in the form of man or circumstance.

Reluctant Predator – Voices tell him what to do

“When you are being hunted,
set your mind as the predator.”
Toba Beta,
My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
 
Vincent Fantauzzo

“Man, why did you do that? I didn’t do a goddamn thing to you!”


Here come the voices telling me what to do to him.

“Look, I don’t want any problems, I just want to be left alone.”

Eviscerate him! Look in his eyes as his entrails spill on his shoes.

“Hahahaha, nice joke man. Thanks for embarrassing me.”

No, no. That would be to quick and messy. DNA you know, gotta be careful.

“I’m leaving, please don’t follow me, please stop yelling at me”

Wait until he is drunk, then, burn him. Listen to his screams, pleasant music, a lullaby of revenge

“Why is it every time I see you, you put me down and make yourself look good at my expense?”

I’ll tie you up and feed you with parts of your own body you fucking asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll forgive you, again. It’s OK, I know your hurting too and you didn’t mean it.”

Motherfucker, I never forget! I store up the hate in me, a funeral pyre of for your death.


You never know what someone is thinking when you push their buttons. Be careful, there are predators among us, some reluctant, but vicious in their intent. Every man has his breaking point, just remember people are not what you see…the scariest part is what you don’t see. See you on the other side. Peace.

Reluctant Predator – Voices tell him what to do

“When you are being hunted,
set your mind as the predator.”
Toba Beta,
My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
 
Vincent Fantauzzo

“Man, why did you do that? I didn’t do a goddamn thing to you!”


Here come the voices telling me what to do to him.

“Look, I don’t want any problems, I just want to be left alone.”

Eviscerate him! Look in his eyes as his entrails spill on his shoes.

“Hahahaha, nice joke man. Thanks for embarrassing me.”

No, no. That would be to quick and messy. DNA you know, gotta be careful.

“I’m leaving, please don’t follow me, please stop yelling at me”

Wait until he is drunk, then, burn him. Listen to his screams, pleasant music, a lullaby of revenge

“Why is it every time I see you, you put me down and make yourself look good at my expense?”

I’ll tie you up and feed you with parts of your own body you fucking asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll forgive you, again. It’s OK, I know your hurting too and you didn’t mean it.”

Motherfucker, I never forget! I store up the hate in me, a funeral pyre of for your death.


You never know what someone is thinking when you push their buttons. Be careful, there are predators among us, some reluctant, but vicious in their intent. Every man has his breaking point, just remember people are not what you see…the scariest part is what you don’t see. See you on the other side. Peace.