demonic satyricon how an observer might have perceived my glee at "corrupting" a pair of pretty, innocent Jehova's Witnesses who came a-calling on a long-ago warm saturday morning in late spring as i was working on my roof wea argued about the will of god and the fate of man we argued about free will and predestination we discussed the divide between pleasure and piety one got nervous and left, her crusading companion glared at me with contempt, never daring to breach the argument months later, a chance encounter at a night club found the one who glared at me sending me out of her bed and back into the ocean of night, confessing to me in lieu of a tender afterglow that neither her nor her friend were sure whether they should curse me or thank me for what i had put in their heads the look in her eyes alternating rank contempt and incendiary desire sporadically, we would re-enact the scenario through that winter and every time the same conflicted look 020125 ... pilgrim The sweet taste of the Fruit Of the Knowledge of Good and Evil 020903 what's it to you? who go blather from