Monday, 13 May 2013

Apparently, I can NOT think for myself.

God tells me to be myself, and apparently, the fact that I am NOT interested in anything to do with Him or His affairs does not sink through into His tunnel-like focus.
He, like everyone else, has a goal, a vision, a way of factoring out what is obvious, what is there, and seeing it like He wants it to be, not like I see it.

I am actually, at this moment, supposed to be taking Him up on His offer, and having Him destroy the world, or parts thereof, just so that I can have 'my own place' which is an euphemism for  a place that He has decided that, if I had it, I would like life better and not be so bitter.

the fact that I regard Him as an intruder, that I positively HATE Him, that I care nothing to be His pawn, does not seem to register for some reason;- heard about the statement He made, "I will never again destroy the earth with a flood for man's sake, for the imagination of his heart is evil from his  youth"? Like He was doing it for the man when He was doing it for His own view of  what the man should want. because apparently, no one told The Most High God that a person is NOT an automaton, but a thinking being who processes things the way he wants to, and cares nothing for any interference by the same God.

Whoever welcomed God's interference? And did God ever sit down and ask a person what the person wanted, or was everything in the manner of, "I will give you what I perceive you want", and even when, in my case, He asked me what I wanted, it was all by misleading me, putting words into my mind, and, seeing that His compulsive controlling behaviour was... safe... He could afford to be magnanimous and have me tell Him what I thought He thought I should want.

ten million dollars my foot!

Ten women, more likely, who have spread their legs to someone else, and who think they are doing me a favour by acting all humble and lowly, and treating me like the second coming, when they have their asses shaped by the semen of the countless fools who have gone into them, and then they wise up and look ... up?... to me like I am something when I am really being insulted by these assholes.

Fifteen seconds to get out of there!


Fuck, when i figured THAT out this weekend, that the 'white worm' were the osc bitches who were messing with my mind, and that 15 seconds LITERALLY meant 15 spoiled women, and one virgin -which is what it took to have me cut off all ties with S/Towm and decide to go there no more, I was pissed off with God.

Fine then if man's imagination is evil from his youth, because I would rather have NOTHING to do with this same God, thank you very much, because everything He does for me is an insult.

I mean, I am supposed to be happy that He literally exiles me to a place I do not even care if it is made as perfect as possible or not?

What about what i want, like just to die and just be gone?

Would it make any difference to Him if i told Him to butt out of my life and just leave me the hell alone? No, because "I have claimed you for Myself", like that is a badge of honour. Well, Fuck You God and Your peremptory decisions. Do NOT ever tell me that You care, for it is not for Me You care, but for Your own perceptions of what SHOULD be that You care, not what IS.

You tell me that I have a place of my own just so that I can consider that an honour and get off my ass and DO something and then You add Your own grunt to it so that it would seem like I am working with You, You .... YOU ... arrogant screw-up!
Fuck YOU. I never asked You into MY life, I never agreed with YOU to anything, and till the end of these years YOU have imposed on me, I promise YOU one thing, that I will hate YOU , and will live to see the day that all Your efforts come to nothing.


Why do You not come out in the open and take over, and do something about the problems of mankind since You want Your finger in the pie, You bastard!

I have tried all my life, ever since You poked Your nose into MY life, to tell You I am NOT fucking interested, and You have the gall to act like THAT does not matter, You tell me about MY mother, and how I started seeing clearly that she does not, and never did love me... why... so that You could by comparison be something better? Well, You suck You piece of swelf-absorbed trash, and if telling You publicly what I REALLY think of You is the ONLY way to get You to se just what a piec of garbage I think You are, and have these words witnessed by any who read this, since You never pay attention when I say it privately, well, then GOOD, because I HATE YOU, asshole!


Fucking cunt tells me to think for myself, when all along He has been deliberately baiting me into a corner, so that I can act the way He wants me to, so that I can be the person who will take on these idiots for Him, while He uses me like a finger uses a glove and avoids being directly responsible for His own actions. He wants me to stand and be a man when He Himself hides behind platitudes and clever seeming words, and waits for me like I am His friend and we are in agreement.

Asshole!

And about the women!

Oh, my, going on like they actually matter, like I would lose sleep over any one of them, if I had none of them in my life.

Fucking bitches.

I will tell you what, though, that I will NOT do as either God or these bitches want. I am NOT going into exile, and I am NOT going to ever open my arms to any of them the ten or whoever. Those that I said are the 25... except for the 1 who, by inference, is a virgin, well, THEY are under my microscope, and I am holding a sword over them. If any of them EVER crosses a line, takes liberties with me, then she is dead,  because they have insulted me by even LOOKING at me when they know that they have let someone else between their legs.

I tell you what else.

I have till I am 39 to reach the end of this comedy, and so, at the end, i want to have 39 women that I become the first and the last man for, and well, He calls Himself, or was so called, YHWH- jireh, the God Who sees and provides, so, if He can arrange matters so that I go OUT and look for 38 virgins who have nothing wrong with them, no defects nor blemishes, then I will maybe not take it so personally that He pokes His nose into my  life.

And I will, in the meantime, be KILLING these sons of bitches and the bitches themselves.

As for the 24, well, fuck, since I have been told that I have a place of my own, and they are decidedly NOT welcome, hey, they have till the time I have the current secretary of state of the USA [since I have decided NOT to have any dealings with any men] 'prepare' the place for me and then send a plane to me, piloted by women, to collect me and also the German girl, who, i think, they should bring with them so I can get better acquainted with her.

For the bitches though, if they are, say, English, from England, then let it be known that for them to even come anywhere near me is for there to be the death of their next-of-kin, all the men they have slept with, and, basically, all the people in England, because once bitten, twice shy. I will have no other English person left alive on the planet to remind me of the shame that my '' Friend'' has visited on me.

If they be, like the 10, south african, then only them can get to live, but the rest of their families get to die.

if, however, they are people like these osc bitches, then the choice is, like for butt-head's mom, she eats her granddaughter,  I get to kill her son(s) and then I may accept her once I have had my revenge for the disgrace she has visited on me, by her presumption.


the alternative is I get on my plane and leave, after I have dealt with her and all that is her brood, the way I LONG to do... with my own bare hands!


YESSSS!

same for allison.
Except that, in this case, if the guy is someone she is romantically involved with, I am going to make sure that even hell does not come close to the torment I will visit on her while she still lives.

Of course, people, you [the 24] can just stay out of my way till i have everything I need ready for my departure, and then i will deal with you. Less stressful for you that way than for me to have my eye on you for the next eight years, true or not.



 



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