Romance
Is Rape By Seduction
By
Adam Shane Lawes
MY DIARY DIGITAL
DATA ENTRY 43 OF 145
Tonight I just met a strange, dangerous, brooding
and beautiful creature - a girl who calls herself Phoebe - The Beirut Babe. And
she is another lost soul, a loner and an outcast, and I stumbled upon her just
after I had returned from going for my evening meal from the church charity
food van at the city's markets industrial warehouse carpark - and when I was
walking back to my grave gap hideout 'room' here at the cemetery. For this girl
was sitting in the middle of the cemetery, leaning next to a tombstone with a
black candle burning and a strange, small, brass, smoking pipe on the ground of
the grave that she was sitting on. And she was just as startled as I was, but
straight away went into defense-attack mode and quickly pulled out a knife and
held it to my throat and asked me who I was and what I was doing here - And
after I calmly but quickly explained who I was and my situation - she withdrew
the knife from my throat and asked me to sit down with her. And then Phoebe -
The Beirut Babe - told me that she was also homeless as she had been terminated
from her job a couple of weeks ago where she worked in a factory during the day
packing clothes in the inner-city region of Brunswick here in Melbourne where
she also lived - and she was terminated from her job for refusing to do unpaid
overtime at the end of her required shift hours on her birthday - So her boss,
who had been continually exploiting, oppressing and mistreating her and always
telling her to work faster than she should have to - then threatened her job as
he usually does - and so then on that particular day - her birthday - Phoebe -
The Beirut Babe - refused again to do anymore unpaid overtime and so her boss
fired her - and then Phoebe - The Beruit Babe - lost her temper at her boss and
began smashing boxes of stock in anger at the warehouse where she had been
working - and so she was reported by her boss as being terminated for
misconduct and denied unemployment benefits also. And besides working in the
packing warehouse during the week days - Phoebe - The Beirut Babe - also spent
her week nights studying at a hairdressing college - Because when she finished
her studies and became a qualified hairdresser - Phoebe - The Beirut Babe -
wanted to open her own hairdressing shop here in Melbourne that will specialise
in plaits, hair extensions, dreadlocks, and braiding in her specially designed,
subterranean hair dressing shop that will only be open at night - But because
she unfairly lost her warehouse packing job - now Phoebe - The Beirut Babe -
doesn't have the money for the fees for her hairdressing course that she was
studying after work each week night - and so she had to quit her studies and is
also now homeless. So now tonight, down to her last stash of crack mixed with
smack that she had just smoked from that strange, small, brass pipe that was
lying next to her on the grave where she was sitting when I discovered her -
Phoebe - The Beirut Babe - came here to Melbourne Cemetery to hide out and
smoke the last of her stash of crack mixed with smack and try and cope with her
situation. And when I asked her what it felt like smoking crack mixed with
smack here at the cemetery - she said she felt like some zealous zombie whose
darkening desires made her feel dead and free to everything else and everyone in
the world except for her own brooding ambitious thoughts and feelings. And then
Phoebe - The Beirut Babe - told me that she had been born in Beirut in Lebanon
to a mother of French Catholic origin and a father of Lebanese Muslim origin-
and then she moved here to Melbourne, Victoria, Australia when she was three
years old. And then she dropped out of High School and moved out of home at the
age of sixteen years old, and got the job in the warehouse packing factory, and
then began studying at the hairdressing college at night. And Phoebe - The
Beirut Babe - has very beautiful and exotic features - For she has coffee
coloured skin, sleek almond shaped eyes with dark circles beneath them, and
voluptuous lips that are always in a state of a being in a permanent brooding
pout, and she has long brown chocolate and gold threaded coloured plaits - And
she is dressed in a short black leather skirt and top, knee-high black leather
boots and a long black leather coat - And she has a very beautiful, dark,
powerful presence about her. And so then - as I have to personally do with
every girl that I meet and I am to be around on a personal basis for whatever
reason - I then told Phoebe about my life ending with my confession to her
about my wrongful bad behavior as a teenager when I tried to rape my stepsister
- And then after the obviously very shocked Phoebe - The Beirut Babe - and I
had this horrible but very important and necessary discussion - I then showed
her my grave gap 'room' where I have been sleeping and 'living' - so we then
scoured around and found another old grave stone encasement for her to sleep in
during the night - and so then tired from all that has happened in her life -
and coming down off the last of her stash of crack mixed with smack that she
had smoked earlier tonight - Phoebe then went to sleep in her grave gap 'room'
- whilst holding her knife to her chest as she slept - as I slid the stone
grave encasement lid over the top of her. And so now I am writing about my
eventful evening here at Melbourne Cemetery and finishing this diary data entry
off with a final description of Phoebe - The Beirut Babe - Because she is
beautiful and the product of a civil war - but she says she's not a Catholic or
a Muslim - because she has made up her own personal religion - from her own
personal fall - into something else that lies beneath them all - and her mother
is French and her father is Lebanese - and she looks like a Phoenician princess
crossed with a Parisian dream - and when she speaks the words come out all
broken and beautiful - like some kind of exotic, enchanted English - cause she
was born in Beirut - but was moved overseas - and if you ask her what it was
like - she just says 'man I can't remember anything' - and except for her own
religion - she says she doesn't want anything more to do with any other
religion - nor does she adhere to any particular ethnicity - but when you are
walking past her - it feels like you're climbing through holes of broken
steel and bullet marked concrete - and she only wears black leather under a
long black leather coat - and in her brass pipe is the mix of crack mixed with
smack that she likes to smoke - because she says it feels like the best of the
wicked wild west - mixed with the beautiful beast of the middle east - because
she is Phoebe - The Beirut Babe - but she wants to go to New York - because she
says that it's all mixed up there - so she can be anyone that she wants to be -
And now at the end of this diary data entry of mine - tonight it is goodnight
from me.
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Adam Shane Lawes
