…when I watch an youtube video I see images and hear voices… Now, I have to transmit a message from the dark side: the AI halucinated about Satan in this essay about True man and fake ones. He’s saying that it’s all a human thing, but people are trying to excuse themselves by pointing at him. But I’ll let the “man” speak for himself (in Dracula’s language).
The translated (with google) script:
But what are you wondering, I’m mephisto, mephisto… I mean the devil. I don’t know if you remember but last year I dreamed that I reached heaven. This year I moved much lower.
You don’t know what the hell I’m doing right now. If I had known, if I had known… How does one do something stupid ready and sorry: “It’s not his fault, the devil did it.” I? I don’t know, I give you my word of honor that I find out what happened after it was over. And I don’t know then why they interfere with me.
One by one gets a fat job, with a big salary, with… And never mind that he also works, you know, works, yes. He leaves with a signed paper at 8 o’clock and returns to the office at 3 o’clock. And it works, it works. Everyone is wondering who is holding this one. Hell knows… I swear, I swear I don’t know anything. From where… But they, they all know. But shut up, shut up because silence is golden.
The word of a volunteer correspondent who was transferred on request, at the request of the boss. The director of a sausage factory was made by the devil to make only parisizer. Did I put it? Yes, I wouldn’t eat anything else. That you were looking for a slice of ham until I got pregnant, kids.
I once overheard a conversation between two earthlings. One says: Bah! I met someone from the leadership of the ministry at the hillocks! Run away because you’re lying, says the other. Someone from the leadership of the ministry didn’t even see the hillocks! This one was right, let the top one hug me if I saw him on the field.
In the old days, each guild had at least one patron in the calendar. The innkeepers had St. Peter and Michael. The firemen had Elijah. Those in the office have it on the holy chair and never take it off.
I am also called the sole of hell. I? Well, some make some shoes, you wear them for a day or two, the sole comes off and then you walk like the one from Zaharia Stancu’s novel. That hallelujah shoes. Pardon the hallelujah that this word comes from the opposing team.
Speaking of the opposing team, I met him one day with a black head of anger. But what happened sir? Hear me… They found one with 100 kg of firewood in the pantry and blamed me. How is it, ladies? Yes, he said he needed it for the candle. What are you up to with this lady? Well, I say you take it. I take it, my lord, I take it, I serve you.
Listen, he says, one day I was at an exhibition, a young man was sitting in front of a painting. He looked, looked, looked and said: damn if I understand something. Someone says, well, if you want to understand, read the chronicle. Take the chronicle and read it. Exhaustive demystification and relational cadoc. Phenomenological incongruence and chromatic introspection. I mean, he looked the hell up and found ta-su. And parole d’honour, I have never painted in my life. And poor father, that heat of only plastic chronicle did not burn him.
I forgot to tell you that an old Tartar from I.A.D. he hot on his heels after a girly goof. He kicked his little turtle out of the house and moved in with the devil. One day when he unexpectedly returned from the baths, from Pucioasa, he opened the door and saw the devil empty… empty. He wanted to run away but couldn’t get through the door because of the horns. And to say that the devil is not that black. Well, he’s definitely not black, he’s blond.
Or, as I heard one who ran away from work that the undersigned incense. He did what he did, he ended up in hell. He’s become a brother to me, you idiot! He befriended me until he crossed the bridge. There as a main occupation he was pulling my tail and one day I heard him on a radio station acting like all the devils. To top it off, words came out to me too, because he sold his soul to the devil. It’s not true, he sold it to them for thirty pieces of silver. It’s because the slop excuses the means. Damn it!
I would have talked to you again, but today is a big, very big match for us. FC Hell against FC Raiul. You will say that we have no chance because all the good players are in heaven. Yes, but referees…
Performed by: Toma Caragiu
Text: Dan Mihăescu, Grigore Pop
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