It would NEVER do for me to just walk away without addressing the issue of these... people... who chose to ... oversee... what I did and form their committes to discuss everything, as though they had a right to... JUDGE me.
I remember when I thought I would be leaving for the States, bumped into michelle, told hr about it, and she invited me to church, then that weekend, took me to this Salty Sea Dog place, where, as I looked at her, reading her like a book, I realised that I would NOT take long before I strangled her, and decided to shove her off, first by telling her that I had a nephew that I would like to look after, so was not interested in something... too domestic.
During the week that followed, she sent this other guy, a teacher at Simonstown High, to try to ferret out whether what I had written on my blogspot about being interested in a white woman meant HER, and THAT is when I started getting really angry: If she had questions, why did she not approach me herself? try to find out for herself? Why try to get a go between?
Later, after I had told her that I wanted HER to go with me, and left it at that, she asked me for my email address, but she could probably NOT remember the mutasa@gmail part of it, so she gave me hers, and I immediately took my revenge, sending her messages that ought tohave decided her one way or the other to make a DISTINCT distinction between me and herself.
Weirdly enough, she did not respond, but only did so when it seemed I was washing my hands of her, and first, she told me she had been sent by the holy spirit to stop me in my tracks, and THEN, after a message before valentine's day, she sent her friend, Nicky? and butthead to happy valley home, from where I had already departed, and then butt-head caught up with me at the Fish Hoek library, where he embarrassed me in front of everyone and, because I did not want to draw more attention to myself, I logged of as he said, and waited for him outside, where he said the police were, to take me, the "happy Valley Boy", away.
When I found out there were none, I asked him about that, and when I saw his reaction of fear that I was NOT intimidated, I decided to let it all go; thought about it over the weekend, then I sent another email to her, tellling her she ought to have sent someone bigger, because he was a dwarf, and one can not reason with someone who is shaking in his shoes, and so, the next day, he got the Sea Borderline Police to arrest me, and when they let me off, I went, sent her an email AGAIN, [ and found her response to my earlier email as, "prince, i do not love you and the guy is my boyfriend] and challenged her to amp it up, because, I had said, the only reason why I was NOT talking to her face to face was that, like butt-head, she was terrified everytime I opened my mouth. if she had something to say, I told her, let her tell it my face, because if she used the same method I used, I would be upset.
Then, because butt-head had humiliated me, and I was walking all the way to Site-5 library, and used a short cut through Sun Valley, I bumped into the arsehole, once or twice, then he one day stopped his car, said to me, "Prince, come here", like we were friends, or like i was his lackey, and when i waved that awy, he decided to become bossy, and said, in what ought to have been a threatening tone but came out squeaky, "If I ever see you in Sun Valley again..." to which I gave him the finger, and he immediately drove off... and that same day I got another email from michelle [more evidence of theis committee thing] asking me why I was so angry, where my love was, and THAT set me off. For good.
Now, not to anger myself more by recounting blow to blow what happened, I have decided to lay my JUDGEMENT on the line.
Michelle dies ;-A fitting end would be this one. I take a rat, an iron platter or small dish that can fit over her stomach, and take the rat, put it on her stomach while she lies down, and then use embers to light a fire on top of the container. The rat will, of course, try to escape and the only way out would be to burrow UNDER the dish, and that means into her stomach, and thus, she will know in part the feeling of great RAGE I have had because of her, and her strategems. Because I smelt a rat from the first time she so much as greeted me and asked me what I thought of Simonstown.
As for the guy she sent, and the other one in the yellow Ford fiesta, well, because they both seem to lie being formal, I will give them both Colombian neckties. They should read up on that, and find out what it is all about.
Then there is butt-head:- Now, for making me walk all the way as he did, this is what I will do to him, regardless of whether or not I decide to follow through on my killing ideas: I will kneecap him, and then he will feel the pain also. I will use one of those battery operated drills; the low power ones, and so take as long a time as I can in doing it.Then I will put him in a adulterer's knot, because he wanted to show me he had balls [ it consists of a roll of prewound tungsten wire, a bunsen burner, and a stool. the wire is tied to the scrotum, and then as it is heated, it knots and so, cuts off the man's balls. Pretty gruesome, YESSS!
Nicky?;- as far as I am concerned, she did NOT directly do anything to me, although she did try,so, I will NOt kill her with my own hands. I will reserve for her the punishment that caliphs in the Moslem world had: I will roll her, her sister and the other woman who was in the Ballade [with the guy with Prince Charles' ears] on Saturday in a carpet and, because I do not like horses, will substitute a three ton Hummer and crush them, while they lie there.
As for Moto Mia/ Triumph bike guy; well, he is a little bit big, so this I will do to HIM:- One on one fight to the death. I will break that finger he cocked at me, than his hand, then his ribs, and finally, after smashimg every bone in his body with my bare hands, I will give him a tai-sho [palm heel strike], right up the nose, so that his nose cartillage impales his brain, and he dies.
For Mr Funny Ears, I will wager him this;- if he can survive on blow to the head, he lives, otherwise, of course, he dies.
The only two people I can not do anything TO are butt-head's mom and Nicky?'s daughter. these I will leave alone, and walk away. They have done me no harm, nor do i recall them with any anger.
It is SETTLED. No more talk!
