Van zantar's magical mind quest

In short dealings with Quiqley's short-hand assassination squad, you start to see first-hand what small business ethic is all about. After all, scheming is built around the pyramid. The problem is that somebody is left with the bag. Further down the line of time, too many people are left with the bag and no more downward pressure can be exerted. Then boom! Collapse. Disaster in the extreme. Human nature. Fear. Insecurity. Greed. Anxiety. Misguided life instinct .

Extreme minded people do the formerly unimaginable. Joins a martial arts clan. Everything feels more comfortable, more firm. Things are handled. Anxiety is depleted. Other clans pop up: A-1 Victory, Lust Squad, Over the Top, Rank and File Drivers, Sleeping Unit 14, General Grinding, etc. The nation is flattened. Non-defensive stances are taken and non-aggression pacts are written up. Be agressive... b-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e can't be chanted in certain places for the reason of peace keeping. The rule is enforced by mass influence - just like the proper hairstyle was in the past. Different subversive and tactical acts of aggression are utilized when necessary, but only when a clan steps clearly out of bounds in terms of want. The methods don't strip the clans of life necessary resources, which has been shown throughout history to brutalize and kill a creature without direct bleeding. No, these new methods create a very discomforting level of chaos and recklessness; a real urgent motive in the bowels or an impending sense of dilapidation. Much worse than the blade or the bullet, the final results of which come fairly quickly and painlessly. Even prolonged torture leaves little time to make a different decision.

Mr. Quiqley is on the wrong side of town now and the wrong side of proper. He's trying to erect a stairway to heaven so they used to say. At least that's what Led Zeppelin used to say, in reference of course to implementing a ponzi scheme. "Buying" the stairway = consolidating the pyramid... de-fragmenting... sometimes referred to as "buy-out" or "corporate acquisition." in former times. Now Quiqley, whom I spend time with, is dangerous to hang out with, but brings a little zest into situations. He spends too much time at Black Market Sports. He runs a group home on the side and draws in vagrants who usually take no part. Quiqley trains and then deploys these vagrants on well-timed assassination missions for money. How else to pay the bills? How else to get a bigger plot of land? Quiqley has not the answer for that, so he moves forward. I provide the vagrants copious amounts of non sequiturs, religious musings, and uncomfortable settings when possible. It's common to suggest ingesting 1 bottle of corn syrup and a goblet of olive oil for example if I pose as a member of a physician clan. I suggest apparent sabotage of their equipment and cross up their wires fairly routinely. Occasionally I'll scream at their dogs or twist up rope and set it on fire near their bedding. All this, or course, for the sake of maintaining a state of discomfort and disapproval. All for the implicit purpose of maintaining overall human dignity, which was only recently re-discovered and retrieved. A new generation struggles to recall a time without it. This indicates the evolutionary shortcomings, something never accounted for in social practice. Can't be accounted for in fact. History repeats itself in short term because that's also how the cell genetics work. Quiqley, one generation old, is stuck with what he's got. He picks up a blade and a whip, and steps out the door. I promptly put 1000 mg of caffeine in his water supply, put cat piss on his shoes, and sign him up for 3 subscriptions to TV guide.