I am talking not only of global events [tsunamis on my birthday, El Nino effect, et.c.], but also of the immediate events that have a personal impact on me.
It was with a whimsical smile that I reached the obvious conclusion just yesterday as I logged off, turning the statement I had made over and over in my mind, that I would not have anything to do with a woman who is married because i would not want togive my mother the satisfaction; and concluding that THAT was all bullshit, and yet unable to justify why I thought so THEN, because, of course, it went against all that I had grown up believing in. Or expecting of myself.
But, then, the truth is to be found int the promise God made me about the year that king Uzziah died... the king who wanted to offer scarifices when his role was to rule, not to be a priest.
Point?
To put it baldly:
THERE IS NO LIMIT PLACED ON ME. IN ANYTHING!
So, instead of me saying that it is not, or IS, proper for me to do something, the only rule I SHOULD apply is: do I want this or not?, and if I do, then I take what I want, and who cares about what someone else may feel about it? Because, you see, I AM the king, and I am supposed to do as I please, whether that meets anyone's approval or not;- my own approval is what matters.
So, I have decided to actually THINK about what I will do, and, that, of course, starts with right HERE, in South Africa.
I have been thinking about this litlle roach, butt-head, and what I can do to him: and it is just simple:- I have decided that he will NOT die till I get my revenge on him, and, since there does not exist a single person who can get him out of the hole he dug {except maybe his mother, but then she doesnt seem the least bit interested in anything to do with me: if she had been then he would just have ended up a pauper in Zimbabwe, suffering there as he mocked me here:"Happy Valley Boy", but at least he would have had the use of his limbs}when he decided he would get entangled with me and try to stop me from going on with my life, I will do this to him:
First, I will break one leg of his. I will hunt him down at ... my... convenience, then do that, to show him what he intended to do to me and stop me carrying on with my life because he could not get into this diseased woman's pants {ever ask himself why she would not let him fuck her? Ha!, if there is anything michelle fears worse than anything else it is to be...exposed... and she knows that her secret would be out the moment he did something and found out for himself. THAT is the reason she came and told me to go home when I was needling her online, because I was saying things I ought not to have known, but which she as easily admitted during the times we met and talked. OK, the bitch is HIV positive, right? She got it from her ex. the holy spirit wanted me to settle on HER because that would strengthen his ... assumption ... that I would DIE first, and then live later afterwards... cant figure out how he reached THAT conclusion because God does NOT and will NEVER judge me, and He gave me 15 years to TURN from a suicidal person to a... person in total control, and that means NO disease can touch me, NOR can any... weapon that is formed against me. Literally}
I will then wait a bit, till I am feeling a bit bitter again, then I willcome and kneecap the other leg, and then I will smash his feet and then, finally, I will smash his hips in, till he is a cripple, and everytime I will make sure that he is in pain but not dead, because revenge should be savoured, and i have eight years to get him down in the dust.
As for his sister, his accomplice in the first act, hell, I will do the one thing that she thinks happens only to other people: just walk away from her, and leave her in the dust as well;- that is better than killing her one morning when I wake up and remember that she actually went to the extremes of trying to humiliate me, then wanted me to focus on her like I am supposed to... find her enthralling or something, the bitch.
But maybe just leaving her alone would NOT do it for me; I will also needle HER and show up with the other chick who is more beautiful than her, and rub it in, all the while waiting for her to make just one sound, and I will have her by the pubic hairs! YESSS!
There are, however, certain people I will have to kill OUTRIGHT, regardless of what happens; like the fool who came on a Moto-Mia bike, with a South African Defence Forces jacket and cocked his finger at me and wanted me to speak to him and tell him the price of the wire-shark during my short tenure at the wire-shop.
Turns out SOMEONE was paying attention to everything I did and waiting to see me make a slip. Well, THE WHOLE crew that ... 'oversaw' my efforts will die. By my hand. As soon as I am ready to take them out.
And also this weak-chinned fat boy who drives the yellow Opel hatchback, who seems to have made it a point to...scrutinise my dealings. Maybe he is Michelle's brother... he looks like a faggot. Him I will shoot out of hand. Or better yet, I may just make him... a neutered... person. YESSS!
But, regadless of everything at the moment; I want to leave, and breath fresh, untainted air!
A.S.A.P.
