Whenever Hildegaard asked about whether Leos

Whenever Hildegaard asked about whether Leos and Librans were compatible, people would change the subject. She suspected a conspiracy.

Hildegaard looked to Rakeesh & Azlan accusingly as they tried to balance the monthly budget. "Hahaha! Con artists /and/ pirates?" they said, eyes shifting. "That's just criminal!"

"You've been hit by a smooth criminal! Woooooooooooooh!" and the Hildegaard dropped his potato. Rakeesh and Azlan both looked at each other and said, "What the hell was that?"

"Hahahaahaa!" the Hildegaard laughed. "You've been pranked! Look over there...see the hidden cameras? Hahaahaa! You guys were great!" Rakeesh & Azlan, stunned, were not amused.

They said, "You are rubbish" and walked out, disgusted. The economic mess was right there at the doorstep. It knocked on the door. Hildegaard opened the door, reluctantly.

A horn grew from her ear, a furry wart on her birkenstockclad feet & she smelled of akvavit & surströmming but I let her in."Let me tell you about economic rubbish" said Hildegaard

of Bingen. I could tell by her eyes that Hildegaard was seeing her visions of the city of Heaven again, so I just stepped back and let her rave. "There is no money or rubbish in

The Dark Night of the Soul, there is only you and your clinging to your separation from GOD. That separation shouts out your need & want to be subsumed in God”, said Hildegaard.

His subject squirmed on the altar, his limbs bound by sinewy ropes to the wooden framework. Hildegaard drew nearer, brandishing his often-used syringe and shears threateningly in

the subject’s face. “Thees weel make you talk!” he said in his movie-Nazi voice. The subject looked up. “What are the shears for?” Hildegaard was taken aback. “Shit, I don’t know!"