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    The Thirteenth Floor

    Story written on May 10, 2014 by Blackbird.
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    = The Thirteenth Floor   Bette’s Bedroom It takes logic to survive. I’m convinced of that. The world is far too complicated a place to make it solely on my tongue’s instincts, my good looks or my innate luck. The vital middle ground is reason, logic, valid conclusions reached by deduction or inductive arguments. That

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    The Thirteenth Floor

     

    Bette’s Bedroom

    It takes logic to survive. I’m convinced of that. The world is far too complicated a place to make it solely on my tongue’s instincts, my good looks or my innate luck. The vital middle ground is reason, logic, valid conclusions reached by deduction or inductive arguments. That is now my proving ground because far to the right of me and off to the left I’m noticing truths unraveling when examined.

    Take my life, for example. A perfect subject apparently for the mentally impaired freak of a fuck of a neighbor of mine, Jenny Schecter. I suppose if I were to drop LSD right this minute and read Jenny’s book chapters again perhaps I could freakishly associate with some part her fallacious depictions of me. Maybe while tripping my brains out I laugh at the misery and disquietude of the couple, Bev and Nina, and think it’s hilarious everyone knows it’s me and Tina that Jenny’s spoofing.

    I look down at Jenny’s book in my lap. I sip red wine and think. I don’t need to remember every detail of Aristotle’s thirteen sophistical refutations to have my own very long list of logical proofs and critiques of Jenny’s tortured logic. What I read tonight is a lunatic’s mangled ravings. Jenny’s not mine. Or fucking Bev’s or Tina, who comes across completely unfuckable. Another proof that everything in this book is utter bullshit! Because believe me, Jenny. That is not the case and you’re an idiot if you think so.

    I push Tina out of my mind but quickly she comes back. I should call her before I go next door and kill Jenny. But then it might appear Tina was my co-conspirator. I put the phone down and glare at Les Girls. I feel fucked and I never saw it coming.

    Aristotle’s Thirteen. A number that makes me wary. Something about it has always felt fucking spooky to me. I can’t explain it anymore than I can explain what makes lightning bugs glow green, or why burnt marshmallows with chocolate washed down by beer or tequila is actually delicious. But thirteen, the number has always looked mean to me in elevators and with relief  I’ve always sailed past that floor. I’ve caught myself imagining how the rooms in there would feel cloying, the air too dangerous to even breath.

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    2. Loving the insight thoughts from both Tina and Bette.

      I hope that Bette tells Tina about the whys of her turning to the carpenter like she did in this chapter.

      Wonderful writing, thanks.

    4. It’s not an original comment, but like dozens before me, I love the way you write Bette’s thoughts. And the way Tina gets to their “deep structure” (USUALLY, anyway, altho maybe not when she most needed to).

    5. Bette is so impulsive, so organic. She is sophisticated but you strip away all of her barriers and subterfuge. You just expose her core which is stark and primal. She becomes very relatable. Many of us have that fantasy of simpletons to destroy that which disturbs our “nice, orderly” lives. Or have someone do it for us. Tina had that w/Bette. She slayed Tina’s dragons. I remember in watching “The Sopranos”, Tony offered to take care of an unknown rapist that had attacked Dr. Melfi (?), his psychiatrist. And she was tempted even though she abhorred Tony’s life style and murderous ways. In a simple way, it’s comforting to have someone that can be one’s personal “fixer”. Another insightful chapter.

    6. I loved it!
      It was really good to read Bette’s testimony as to why she was sleeping, the carpenter. I love Bette’s anger, it was fun to read, as she watched Jenny through the window, and imagined how she will hurt her. :D
      it seems Tina’s heart has been established of the change. but they still need to talk a lot of things.
      but I trust that they can be solve ;)
      Thank you potsing for this.
      I look forward to the next chapter.

    8. Wow, you did it again, kind of unexpected from the brainstorming. But again you hit the nail on the head. There is change in the wind… Their masks are slipping aside and we are seeing their real selves slowly appearing. It’s good for Bette to be able to channel her anger at Jenny and come up with various ways of torturing her already tortured soul, her bat shit crazy side. The one thing she did was to observe and pay attention, Maybe a lesson to be learned in airing your laundry for the world to see.
      Our couple’s anger has dissipated and they can now hear the words each speaks. Too bad it came so late. But the glimmer of hope shines on the horizon.
      Well, done BB, well done. I’m in awe once again.

    10. This was brilliant Blackbird. I can see Bette arguing with Aristotle, “F*** moral virtue!” as she contemplates Jenny’s murder! Did she ask about Shane’s spare key because she is thinking of sneaking into the house and re-decorating Jenny’s room or stealing some secrets to keep Jenny’s ambitions in check?

      Good job on the Gypsy theme. Tina should go to that gypsy fortune teller. Eagerly awaiting for your next chapter.

    11. Love it, Love it! BB ..I lol when Shane find Bette in her fence and Bette said “Decided to do some chin ups in your tree.” Subtle Bette so subtle :p….A bit worried thou that she might push her plan when she ask Shane if she have a spare key for Shay?..Good thing logic wins over anger.

    13. great story blackbird!!! i can undy Bette’s frustration about Jenny’s book . i wouldn’t want anyone write a story about me in a book that is deeply private. i would yell at Bette go for it.. hit Jenny with your boxing gloves without feeling remorse or regrets. i would.. no second thoughts…. haha keep up the good work… : )

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