Now, the song by Degree goes:
do you reallyb have a mind of your own?
....
tell them leave that man alone
....
do you really have a mind of your own?
ah who she?
she better run, she better take cover
based, I suppose, on the aussie song with the words...
Bring them home to a land down under
can you hear the sound of thunder?
they better run, they better take cover
....
tell them leave that man alone
....
do you really have a mind of your own?
ah who she?
she better run, she better take cover
based, I suppose, on the aussie song with the words...
Bring them home to a land down under
can you hear the sound of thunder?
they better run, they better take cover
Now, after having simmered a bit, I found out that what God was saying to me, among other things [mate?] was that the lady with the specs who I usually meet on the way to Fish hoek from kalk Bay knows [nose] about waht is going on ( and here I was supposing it is my good looks that got her interested) and so I have a means of communicating my... displeasure... to her directly [bait]
So I am promising her that if EVER she shows up WITH that guy then, when I have done my bit and stopped focusing so much on women and turned to the job at hand, I WILL take that guy, put him in a huge vat, boil him, till he is done, and have her eat him, all up.
because I am NOT having any stupid female who is as awre of what is going on in my world as a fish in a bowl is aware of what is happening in the world of people, tell me terms and conditions ...!
BUT when it comes to allison, who did the same thing that butt-head's mother did and tried to turn my attention to HERSELF when she had read the .. employment woman stuff and concluded that I have no mind of my own but I am easily impressed by anything so she can manipulate me, and decided she would show up and be seen by me before the library opens so I can forget everything and drool over her... well, little fool, I am going to make you PAY. Instead of ME eating my words, YOU are going to have that guy you were with for breakfast-lunch-supper, whatever, till he is totally consumed... while i am deciding what to do with you.
Same with butt-head's mom, who first showed her contempt for me by showing up and trying to sideline my interest in allsion by showing up in a dress, so that I would say hooray, now I do not have to seek another, and THEN, when she saw me with the German girl, decided she would show me her own little girl. Well, instead of ME eating my words and saying, ah, woman you were right, I am going to have you EAT that little girl, AFTER I have killed your sons and all those who came into my face, and your daughters.
Then, I will decide how to deal with you, fool!
I mean, fuck do these women NOT read? I said what I did about women, but they seem to havereading disabilities, and they actually assume that what they read is liable to be changed by them for their own good.
ha!
i NEVER go back on something that I have purposed to do, and the only change I am willing to make is drastically alter things for the worse, and THAT is what will happen.
I am thinking that, if I do find out that, for example, these stupid women were actually INTERESTED in me, but in a puffed up, i-am-the-only-one-for-you way, then i will see just how bitter I am when i do finally get my hands on them, and whether i will with all our faces unmasked, decide to reject them and thus torture them and everything to do with them, and I mean EVERYONE, or just have them have their par-for-the-COURSE meal, and then let them live.
that remains to be seen when I am in the situation, of course, and depends on what I read from them, of course.
TRUST one thing aboutn me, people, mand it is THIS, I HATE people, and any chance I get to hurt them and make them suffer, I take it, and usually, I have prefered to keep from having someone who has even a little bit pissed-me-off anywhere near me, so, of course, the chances that these women will remain with me are very, very dim.
So I am promising her that if EVER she shows up WITH that guy then, when I have done my bit and stopped focusing so much on women and turned to the job at hand, I WILL take that guy, put him in a huge vat, boil him, till he is done, and have her eat him, all up.
because I am NOT having any stupid female who is as awre of what is going on in my world as a fish in a bowl is aware of what is happening in the world of people, tell me terms and conditions ...!
BUT when it comes to allison, who did the same thing that butt-head's mother did and tried to turn my attention to HERSELF when she had read the .. employment woman stuff and concluded that I have no mind of my own but I am easily impressed by anything so she can manipulate me, and decided she would show up and be seen by me before the library opens so I can forget everything and drool over her... well, little fool, I am going to make you PAY. Instead of ME eating my words, YOU are going to have that guy you were with for breakfast-lunch-supper, whatever, till he is totally consumed... while i am deciding what to do with you.
Same with butt-head's mom, who first showed her contempt for me by showing up and trying to sideline my interest in allsion by showing up in a dress, so that I would say hooray, now I do not have to seek another, and THEN, when she saw me with the German girl, decided she would show me her own little girl. Well, instead of ME eating my words and saying, ah, woman you were right, I am going to have you EAT that little girl, AFTER I have killed your sons and all those who came into my face, and your daughters.
Then, I will decide how to deal with you, fool!
I mean, fuck do these women NOT read? I said what I did about women, but they seem to havereading disabilities, and they actually assume that what they read is liable to be changed by them for their own good.
ha!
i NEVER go back on something that I have purposed to do, and the only change I am willing to make is drastically alter things for the worse, and THAT is what will happen.
I am thinking that, if I do find out that, for example, these stupid women were actually INTERESTED in me, but in a puffed up, i-am-the-only-one-for-you way, then i will see just how bitter I am when i do finally get my hands on them, and whether i will with all our faces unmasked, decide to reject them and thus torture them and everything to do with them, and I mean EVERYONE, or just have them have their par-for-the-COURSE meal, and then let them live.
that remains to be seen when I am in the situation, of course, and depends on what I read from them, of course.
TRUST one thing aboutn me, people, mand it is THIS, I HATE people, and any chance I get to hurt them and make them suffer, I take it, and usually, I have prefered to keep from having someone who has even a little bit pissed-me-off anywhere near me, so, of course, the chances that these women will remain with me are very, very dim.
but i do not mind, I get to get to the bottom line of my little problems, and once they are solved, I have no hangovers.
But, to make it all seem rather gloomy, I am staring daggers at God at the moment, because the ONLY reason I am dealing STILL with these wire things is so I can get food, and maybe buy some cheap clothes, right?
Everything with a minimum of fuss, see, because God owes me for the fact that, regardless of how one may look at it, I HAD decided that I would die, and He over-rode that, and so, i am pissed at Him and blame Him for any... labour i have to do.
Well, today, I ran out of food. and I had no breakfast, and I have an order to make a bay horse, for R350, and I had been paid R100 by this lady who I met at the beach and who seemed very ralxed about the time it would take, and so, I NEED money NOW, and am therfore making the darn thing, but whether she will pitch up and pay TODAY is something of a mystery, because she seemed to want no rush.
So, like every other thing in my life, I am pissed off at having to do nonsense so I get to eat food I can barely stomach, [and my diet consists of rice, of which I can barely carry more than 2kg a time up the mountain,and i NEVER exceed 2kg at a time since i AM under protest], and this morning He told me NOT to wait on the order, like I am supposed to be pleased that I am just pushing on this ... limbo... existence.
Fuck, i am pissed off BIG time, at everyone and everything.
On a slightly brighter note, though, I have decided to put two women under my microscope, one that I have no idea whether her unusual behaviour is because she also is part of this underground syndicate that is readin my posts and trying to upstage me, and another that I KNOW responds the way she does because OF me, not some silly preconceived notion of my vulnerability to female suggestivity.
The first one was actually a woman I fastened my eye on at the beach, on the day that michelle came to do her look-at-me stunt. [by the way, this bitch and her mother and her daughter showed up, right, on 26 may last year, because I had written about the leggy blonde, and pissed me off big time. GOOD, I will deal with all three of them, oh yesssss!] This was the last time I saw michelle, and I walked away then as well, mad.
but this girl was a looker, for sure. She was swinning in the ocean, right, and she had on the bra and panties and there was no fat on her, and her arms and hands were a bit too short for her trunk, but hell, the interesting bits were all there. I was, however too pissed off to stay and enjoy the view, and i was so far that I should have been an insignificant spectator, but funny thing, when i made my way back to the mountain,and I stopped at a bench and looked across the sea at the osc, she walked by with her dog, and she had no purse, nothing, so my first assumption that she was on her way home was disproved by the fact that she had none of the soggy clothing, even hidden under her red one piece that showed her ass off, cut just below her ass as it was.
the following day I saw her in Kalk bay, and her face was strained as we passed each other and she set off her car alarm, and I assumed the chick was scared I was a robber or something.
The OTHER woman is the library lady, the one with the glasses, the ... fat one, although those rings on her hand worry me. I need to find out.
But, to make it all seem rather gloomy, I am staring daggers at God at the moment, because the ONLY reason I am dealing STILL with these wire things is so I can get food, and maybe buy some cheap clothes, right?
Everything with a minimum of fuss, see, because God owes me for the fact that, regardless of how one may look at it, I HAD decided that I would die, and He over-rode that, and so, i am pissed at Him and blame Him for any... labour i have to do.
Well, today, I ran out of food. and I had no breakfast, and I have an order to make a bay horse, for R350, and I had been paid R100 by this lady who I met at the beach and who seemed very ralxed about the time it would take, and so, I NEED money NOW, and am therfore making the darn thing, but whether she will pitch up and pay TODAY is something of a mystery, because she seemed to want no rush.
So, like every other thing in my life, I am pissed off at having to do nonsense so I get to eat food I can barely stomach, [and my diet consists of rice, of which I can barely carry more than 2kg a time up the mountain,and i NEVER exceed 2kg at a time since i AM under protest], and this morning He told me NOT to wait on the order, like I am supposed to be pleased that I am just pushing on this ... limbo... existence.
Fuck, i am pissed off BIG time, at everyone and everything.
On a slightly brighter note, though, I have decided to put two women under my microscope, one that I have no idea whether her unusual behaviour is because she also is part of this underground syndicate that is readin my posts and trying to upstage me, and another that I KNOW responds the way she does because OF me, not some silly preconceived notion of my vulnerability to female suggestivity.
The first one was actually a woman I fastened my eye on at the beach, on the day that michelle came to do her look-at-me stunt. [by the way, this bitch and her mother and her daughter showed up, right, on 26 may last year, because I had written about the leggy blonde, and pissed me off big time. GOOD, I will deal with all three of them, oh yesssss!] This was the last time I saw michelle, and I walked away then as well, mad.
but this girl was a looker, for sure. She was swinning in the ocean, right, and she had on the bra and panties and there was no fat on her, and her arms and hands were a bit too short for her trunk, but hell, the interesting bits were all there. I was, however too pissed off to stay and enjoy the view, and i was so far that I should have been an insignificant spectator, but funny thing, when i made my way back to the mountain,and I stopped at a bench and looked across the sea at the osc, she walked by with her dog, and she had no purse, nothing, so my first assumption that she was on her way home was disproved by the fact that she had none of the soggy clothing, even hidden under her red one piece that showed her ass off, cut just below her ass as it was.
the following day I saw her in Kalk bay, and her face was strained as we passed each other and she set off her car alarm, and I assumed the chick was scared I was a robber or something.
The OTHER woman is the library lady, the one with the glasses, the ... fat one, although those rings on her hand worry me. I need to find out.
