It is quite amazing just how, by pursuing a thread and keeping one's face too close to the thread, one can quite easily lose the picture.
Sometimes one has to sit back, and take stock of certain happenings to realise just how .... blind, one has been, and it is with me thus, and I have been having a hell of a time sizing up the situation and getting to grips with the ... impossible ... thing that actually happened right before my very eyes.
Now, it WAS a surprise working it all out, because what first came was me complaining to God that I was stuck in one place, being tormented by some worthless coloured chick who wanted to see if I was straight or not since I had made no moves on her, and at the same time, there was this michelle thing that was worrying the heck out of me, and so, what the fuck was the deal, and that very same night, God sent me the ark vision and He asked me to tell Him what I wanted from Him and I said ten million dollars to build that ark thing...
And so it happened, but I was so wrapped up in denying myself I had no idea that this was what was actually happening till I took some time out, and so, I am pleased to tell you, that you are all going to die, and that since i was speacifically told that I am NOT coming back to RSA after I leave, I will have to deal with the local annoyances before I leave, and THAT butt-head, michelle, mothers and daughters, means you are TOAST, period.
but, let me take you all step by step, beginning the day after I had gone innocently looking for guavas and ended up in Rectory Lane, and nicky? and her brother pursued me and ended up blowing their horn at me near the station.
I did something I am sure NO ONE is able to, except me; I specifically called for a certain woman, who was the size of michelle, and had the hair of the friend.She came, two hours later, and when I was fetching water in the 5l container she walked out of my way with her two boys, one in front and the other behind, and kept OUT of the track, and then, when I dismissed her from my mind as crazy sine she had no reason to fear me, and turned my back on her, she walked back to the beach wall, and she turned her back to me, and then turned slowly, like an automaton, and stared me in the face, and i was amazed, because her kids were literally KNEELING a ways of in front of me, and she had kept the wall between me and her, as if she meant to emphasize that she would stay out of my way, and as if to point out to me that she had separated herself from everyone else, like the man she was with, and the boys, upon meeting me.
And I never said a single word to her.
yet none of you assholes ever gave me breathing room, but hounded me from the beginning, like i was some kind of...ah!
Oh, you are so VERY dead.
But she is NOT the only one who made it her business to not saddle me with her kids, and made the distinction between me and everyone else, and all that without me saying a single word to her or even looking her way:here are some more:-
2)The lady with the incredible waistline who pissed me off because I was wondering if she had flashed her butt at me like I would be impressed, and she instead of standing there waiting for me to come and find out, prefereed to walk away from the man she was with, and the boy, and do so in a type of walk I have never seen before, like she was either carrying something extremely fragile, or she was afraid of upsetting a delicate situation.
And it was like a dream, but in broad daylight.
yet, you little old hag you, when you saw me try my best to walk so that you would have no reason to accost me, decided to drive down so that you would intercept me and somehow, by me seeing your face, with the nostrils of yours like that character in MIB who stole someone's body and pulled back his face to show a different 'look'; I would be smitten? You have NO idea, do you, just WHO you were dealing with?
You will soon see.
3) This girl, blonde like you, but with cartloads of more sense, saw me blow my steam silently at the other girl at Fish Hoek library, as the girl tried to be so obnoxious it was irritating, and what she did, having a son of her own, was speak in her soothing voice to her mom, and thus indicate she had someone she could leave her child to, and afterwards, as I turned to her wondering if she had done this for MY sake, since it was such a pleasant voice she had, she turned ever so slowly and looked in another direction, thus giving me a view of her nice ass, not like your flagpole body, and then hung up, and walked away, while I was still a bit dazed.
And what had she seen? Something you will NEVER see, because when you do, you will be falling all the way to a living hell, burning with you and all that is yours, you dessicated old prune!
4)But you would think this is all about mothers, but how about this;- A SEXY chick, on the very first day I decided to brave Fish Hoek library after i had been so humiliated by your son, as i walk up the road by Glencairn heights, sees me walk, and stops as she is about to cross, and waits with assumed nonchalance till i was a bit further up, and then she crosses, and when i, in surprise because i am assuming the chick was put off by my appearance or odour or stuff, turn to look down at her, she stops as if nailed to the spot, and she dejectedly asks me what is wrong with her as she moves her hands about her body, clearly as if she had spoken it aloud. Isay nothing but stare, stunned and wondering what the woman has had for breakfast, or if she is high;- she can NOT be talking to me, dung that my mother called me?
She walks away, shoulders slumped, like i have ruined everything for her, and all i can do is stare.
5)Another golden haired chick, a few minutes later at the Fish Hoek library, lets me gaze at her, and then when I walk away because the library has opened, does she breathe a sigh of relief, and go about her business since all blacks are crazies? NO, she rushes after me, and sits facing me, and attempts a smile that comes out as a frozen rictus, and when I ignore her, do my stuff and walk away, she will not let me just go, but cuts in front of me, and I pause and stare, and then leave.
6) Then i get this other chick, the next day, 26 May, who looks at me waiting for her to walk past, and instead of giving me the superior look for my presumption, looks so directly in my eyes like she is asking if I, the worthless one, REALLY want her to pass in front of me, and when i become confused, she slows down even more, and does the walking on eggshells thing like the others, and then passes, her eyes never straying up or down from my eyes.And all I wanted to see was her ass!
7) How about the girl with the book shopaholic girl, who gave me a similar treatment and then, even smiled but NOT directly at me, because i wanted to see the face that went with such unusual black, straight hair, and pink skin, and in the end did not look in my eyes as i looked at her face?
8) Or the similarly built girl who, in the incident when I was involved with that xhosa girl and the blonde and the dog, gave an indirect smile when I turned and looked at her approvingly, and in such a circumstance as would force many women to become stand-offish.
9) or even the same arrogant girl, who i was mad at, who later hunted me down till i discovered she was plainly saying, without me having even asked her, that she had no one to leave the child with, and so, for her sake i will let the son a ward of the sate, and zuma will keep the boy alive.
At no time did she try to entangle me with the boy... and I never asked her
10) or the blonde woman who smiled at me with her blue eys at the library when i was irritated by the damn silly bitch.
Now, in what way, assholes, do you, any of you rate?
YOU ARE DEAD
