Fundamentally, I have the impression that I'm dealing with "a consummate little manipulator", ever much MORE SO among any breed of the human race, when a sort of vulnerability and "affected likeability" is used as a way "to win friends n' influence people". Yet, there's a certain "suspension of belief" AND REAL CHARM as you watch them there "weave a delightful tale" that you're big enough to forgive "and overlook" some of the more BOGUS inconsistences of, as you quietly "pick up the check" and PAY THE DIFFERENCE and share that far, deeper understanding "of what goes unsaid".

When you look at "this little stowaway", "this little urchin", you yet understand the feral capacity for some trapped, "low character" when say, "caught in the act"-- or needing plenty of bogus rationales to justify its fraudulent existence like a petty pick-pocket of cookies, candy, "and romantic lil' fictions". There may also be some kind "of overkill" of fronted SINCERITY, which makes up for that moment's "mortification", as if now skipping after "a more important authority figure" LIKE THE TRUE CROSS before slowing down, their attention wandering elsewhere, and slyly going off "to take a nap" in a cat's cradle of beautiful, smug relaxation as forgivable as it is wholesome-looking.

Which is why, at its best. . . . . you can share such a beautiful, consummate understanding "of the decadent 20th/21st century condition" with such a facility to map out life in its glorious, pathetic topography in some bond of disgusting intelligence.

It also interesting to note, that it was because of so much of a previously-unmentionable "dishonesty toward life" that so many Jews HAD SUCH A HARD TIME breaking out of self-destructive habits, much less "escaping from the city wall" and BREAKING IN to the countryside "with any sort of credibility". There would frequently be an abrupt, tight-lipped ENFORCEMENT of either what you could or could not say with the bait n' switch of cloying sweetness, veiled threats, and emotional poison of this worst sort like a cacophony of evil spirits, a dancing, arm-waving "Cu-Coo gang" of degraded "group behavior" that would only solidify one's urge TO BOOT THEM FOR GOOD.

The kind of pressure "placed on others"-- especially those "who waver" with the kind of persecution "and moral terrorism" like night-time "bombing runs" & scratched POISON-PEN in a radically-uneven "playing field", with the kind of emotional volatility present "even when it was SO CLEAR" they were on THE LOSING SIDE OF HISTORY.

But behind "all the howling melé", it comes down to the truth OF WHAT HE FINDS IMPORTANT: that delightful lil' trickster whom always "warmed his heart" and understood down in a curio of delicate, beautiful middle-class living with art-work n' life.

            

(-- "Who's da Pussy?!")

                   

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