The ... issue... here, as far as I look at it, is that I HAVE to have things go my way, and thus somehow agree with God that there is no reason for ME to die, and the ONLY way for that to happen is to ... state... my wishes, and have God fulfil them.
Now, let us imagine I just ... walked ... away from Simonstown, and left everything intact. Some arsehole is going to come around and he or she will say, 'Cor, he goes around NOW treating himself like a king, lording it over the rest of us and he used to live... HERE? Fuck, the guy is nuts'... or something like that.
And, in case you ,may not have noticed, I have a rather ...thin skin. I take it personally when someone ... mocks me.
No matter how slightly.
So, for my own peace of mind, and ALSO because it is called the 'mother city', and also because here I have been so irritated that I can not let even a single house in the whole of the WESTERN Cape remain standing; and I mean the total constituency that is governed by the woman premier, I will have the whole of it destroyed, and of course, people MAY or may not be warned beforehand, but I do not really care, the whole place has to be made completely uninhabitable, and some parts, especially the parts that I have stayed in, will be totally submerged.
Then there is the ... sequence.
the darkness comes first:- the sun shining only up north, with the reverse spin of the earth - with the simultaneous deaths of the Xhosas and the south african and american presidents... and I will also add the richest state of america to that [california it is!] just so that the... response... will be...quicker, and hit where it hurts.
Then once that is done, I will expect speed from the south africans, to prepare for me the place I will be ... IN... while I wait for the women to come to me.
Once ALL of them have arrived, I will then don my combat gear and aim straight for Simonstown, to eliminate every single person who has ever mocked me, either because of my posts, or , like my 'friend' tinashe about silly issues that left me promising him I would bash his head against a particular portion of the wall of his shop. I will do exactly that, because, as I alluded yesterday, I bleed and do not stop, meaning the pain for me is everfresh.
That means , before even preparing for MY place, the ... government, such as it is, must have the whole of Simonstown and down south, quarantined. No one comes out or goes in, or my... fury ... will know no bounds.
yeah, I know it is crazy, yes, but then I am not exactly... thrilled about you either.
Then they will see me walk in, hopefully clad in black... mmmh, I think I would like a katana blade as well, and those boots like the bike riders have; heavy to lift, but with a punch that knocks anything down flat.
No jeans, I hate those. Cargo pants, in black, or maybe grey, or brown, a matching set with military type tops and close fitting jersey, and leather gloves, for when I sheathe my sword and deal with the assholes hand to hand. Wouldn't want to soil my hands with their filth.
And an overcoat. That is important.
then of course there are the people that would likely say of me, behind my back, 'he lies, it was not like that, he begged me to let him stay, he said he would move mountains for me, that when it rains I was his umbrella, and when it was cold I was his... blanket, and that he could not bear to live without me'.
it would be embarrassing to have anyone like that- which is what every girl I have ever shagged would probably think to say - remain to malign me behind my back.
No, they ALL have to die, even those on my death list that I can not get access to because they are NOT nearby, or would have to have me hunt them down.
they are not that important, so they just go straight to hell, and there is no one left to speak against me when I leave, and whoever remains alive is left properly... cowed... so i hear no snickers when I leave.
That is why everyone would be busy either rescuing their wounded or dying themselves or just hanging on to life, too busy to make fun of me.
there will be terror everywhere, and ... unfortunately, for you... as I pity no one, the terror is GOING to increase, and multiply a million fold, because at the end of the day I want you all to be left in one corner, ready to be squashed and taken out of my sight so that my... life... has no hassles.
So, hey, when the darkness descends, prepare for something worse than your worst nightmares, because some of you will never see the sun again.
because I am NOT interested in keeping up... appearances... anymore.
