These were the words i got whispered into my mind as i was walking up the mountain, right at that point where the road i take branches from the built-up stone walkway.
was very easy to figure out just what THAT meant because I had been having doubts about the women, see, and so if God was saying 24 August [and August means 'great', or auspicious] that meant that, among the supposedly 25, there was one that looked down on me while the rest upheld me as something great.
of course, it was also easy to figure out just WHO that was, which is why I decided to be AWOL all of Sunday, wondering what to do, since it appears that I will end up having to ... kill ... the contemporary art chick.
But, see, I had been having my doubts, because, i mean, no mother would abandon her child, so, today, I said, fuck that, I want to see the fucking truth for myself. I have NO faith, i am an iconoclast, so whatever happens, will happen on its own, and i will base my decision on the facts.
was very easy to figure out just what THAT meant because I had been having doubts about the women, see, and so if God was saying 24 August [and August means 'great', or auspicious] that meant that, among the supposedly 25, there was one that looked down on me while the rest upheld me as something great.
of course, it was also easy to figure out just WHO that was, which is why I decided to be AWOL all of Sunday, wondering what to do, since it appears that I will end up having to ... kill ... the contemporary art chick.
But, see, I had been having my doubts, because, i mean, no mother would abandon her child, so, today, I said, fuck that, I want to see the fucking truth for myself. I have NO faith, i am an iconoclast, so whatever happens, will happen on its own, and i will base my decision on the facts.
...them jeans them are shot
we snap back much wear no plats
beemer roll up girl are chat
say me pretty like christmas attire
anyway me go clean stamp, clean stamp
and anywhere me go first stamp, first stamp
under my shoes them no cheap like foot stamp foot stamp
so anywhere me go clean stamp clean stamp
me never green yet
UIM punks are them tree never lean yet
see me levi jeans are the realest...
them call me fresh prince over there and not the fresh prince of bel-air
we snap back much wear no plats
beemer roll up girl are chat
say me pretty like christmas attire
anyway me go clean stamp, clean stamp
and anywhere me go first stamp, first stamp
under my shoes them no cheap like foot stamp foot stamp
so anywhere me go clean stamp clean stamp
me never green yet
UIM punks are them tree never lean yet
see me levi jeans are the realest...
them call me fresh prince over there and not the fresh prince of bel-air
the point being that, I suppose, I HAVE to be certain that whoever it is in my life, that looks up to me, or lifts me up, HAS to be nothing cheap, but someone of substance, and i suppose this one woman, the contemporary art chick, against whom i have NOW had it up to here concerning her behaviour, had well, it was all piling up, and for the first time i have had to ask myself if I can afford to have one lousy bitch louse up my life.
But, see I had to see what the truth was.
so, I came down, and surprise surprise, the 'smart' chick was showing again just how dumb she really is, because she showed up with her friend, and this time I glared at her, as she walked past,and then ignored her.
I was waiting for the mother.
who came at the end of the day, escorting a 'servant', and she was not the sprightly woman i had encountered as she talked with vinnie. Oh, and by the way, so that this may not be so much of a surprise to you, I can literally see with just one eye at present, the other is all fogged up, so i have... problems with visibility, of course, and if it was not for the fact that i realise that, like ALWAYS, its my WORDS that get me into trouble, that even the holy spirit or the demons take advantage of what I say to pull me down, and that therefore, if i was wise, i would shut up[.
FUCK that. I will get to the bottom of this and riup out the gutys of these assholes, I just have not gotten to the point where I can be at peace with God's intent in my lif. I am STILL at the point where i wonder about him, and whether what matters to me matters to him, or if He is out to just promote His won interests.
But He was succinct enough, in that "Stop Drinking" vision, where, it was true, and ironically for the 'smart' chick, it WAS about her and her mother, and it was about God figuring out I would try to fuse my anger with my rejection of Him by inviting bothy, the woman that sought after me and someone I 'saw' as fit for use in my anger, despite the fact that I can not stand her [the daughter, that is] and then, as soon as i had done so, the 'mind' of the art chick was revealed,because i... happened to dance while waiting for that chick in the red number to come out, and THAT must have been seen by the woman, and she did an exact replica of what saul's daughter that david took to wife did, after he had gotten her back from the husband she had been given to, she looked down from her window and she despised him for dancing with servant girls. In that "Stop Dancing" vision she was portrayed as my sister chengetai [name meaning keep/protect/preserve], the one i was at first saying could not be my father's but lately I have changed my mind, because she was darker that us, OK, but then, when kids, even ugly me, or any member of the mashora family of my generation, except for my cousin justice, have had the same cute faces. Don't know where y ugliness came from, it must be nurture, and well, my sister certainly HAS the stamp, even now, so, I let it rest.
but there was a certain incident when God had arrived in my life, and I was tense, and my back was burning, and I could, at times not even lift my arms, it happens even now that I feel so weary i wonder what I am going on on- so fuck anyone who thinks i will pity him or her, I have carried more than ANY man should, and NO ONE hjas lifted a finger, even ONCE to help but all have sat down to pontificate and pass judgement,m and think I am being punished buy God or something- and anyway, I used to try to achieve my own equilibrium by taking out my anger on something else, like the giant, useless avocado tree that was at the back opf my parents' Gweru house, and use my knees, elbows, palm edge, palm heels, or even my fists, as I silently tried to stay with my head above water.
neighbours came out to watch at one time, and my sister ran to me and she told me that i should stop because they were laughing at me -though not to my face, because i made the sucker shake with every blow, and THAT was something to me, all the effect I wanted- and i of course refrained from telling her that it was rather she who was ashamed of me, and had been from the time I opened my mouth and said ui would solve the Goldbach conjecture. She wanted to preserve an image of what i was, and never took the time to bother with me, to ..
Fuck This song says it best
silly woman never took the time to find out why i was doing what I was doing, and NOW, i figure the end of my patience has finally come.
FUCK all this.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
I was trying to preserve the silly bitch's life, and all i get for my efforts is her parking her car where i can see it, so that I can do WHAT, come back to my senses and say, Oh, she is there, can I come sing under her window, and maybe she will drop some hanky with her mucous or spit and i will wear it and go and slay dragons and such for her, while some asshole bones her and stuff.
Fuck, I will kill her.
I mean, what is wrong with her sister, anyway? I KNOW that I sort of opened the door, but hey, woman has a great figure, is NOT hard of hearing, and aside from the lapse in the ass thing, she is 1000% easier to be with. I mean, fuck, do I need rules about HER too?
Fuck all this.
But, see I had to see what the truth was.
so, I came down, and surprise surprise, the 'smart' chick was showing again just how dumb she really is, because she showed up with her friend, and this time I glared at her, as she walked past,and then ignored her.
I was waiting for the mother.
who came at the end of the day, escorting a 'servant', and she was not the sprightly woman i had encountered as she talked with vinnie. Oh, and by the way, so that this may not be so much of a surprise to you, I can literally see with just one eye at present, the other is all fogged up, so i have... problems with visibility, of course, and if it was not for the fact that i realise that, like ALWAYS, its my WORDS that get me into trouble, that even the holy spirit or the demons take advantage of what I say to pull me down, and that therefore, if i was wise, i would shut up[.
FUCK that. I will get to the bottom of this and riup out the gutys of these assholes, I just have not gotten to the point where I can be at peace with God's intent in my lif. I am STILL at the point where i wonder about him, and whether what matters to me matters to him, or if He is out to just promote His won interests.
But He was succinct enough, in that "Stop Drinking" vision, where, it was true, and ironically for the 'smart' chick, it WAS about her and her mother, and it was about God figuring out I would try to fuse my anger with my rejection of Him by inviting bothy, the woman that sought after me and someone I 'saw' as fit for use in my anger, despite the fact that I can not stand her [the daughter, that is] and then, as soon as i had done so, the 'mind' of the art chick was revealed,because i... happened to dance while waiting for that chick in the red number to come out, and THAT must have been seen by the woman, and she did an exact replica of what saul's daughter that david took to wife did, after he had gotten her back from the husband she had been given to, she looked down from her window and she despised him for dancing with servant girls. In that "Stop Dancing" vision she was portrayed as my sister chengetai [name meaning keep/protect/preserve], the one i was at first saying could not be my father's but lately I have changed my mind, because she was darker that us, OK, but then, when kids, even ugly me, or any member of the mashora family of my generation, except for my cousin justice, have had the same cute faces. Don't know where y ugliness came from, it must be nurture, and well, my sister certainly HAS the stamp, even now, so, I let it rest.
but there was a certain incident when God had arrived in my life, and I was tense, and my back was burning, and I could, at times not even lift my arms, it happens even now that I feel so weary i wonder what I am going on on- so fuck anyone who thinks i will pity him or her, I have carried more than ANY man should, and NO ONE hjas lifted a finger, even ONCE to help but all have sat down to pontificate and pass judgement,m and think I am being punished buy God or something- and anyway, I used to try to achieve my own equilibrium by taking out my anger on something else, like the giant, useless avocado tree that was at the back opf my parents' Gweru house, and use my knees, elbows, palm edge, palm heels, or even my fists, as I silently tried to stay with my head above water.
neighbours came out to watch at one time, and my sister ran to me and she told me that i should stop because they were laughing at me -though not to my face, because i made the sucker shake with every blow, and THAT was something to me, all the effect I wanted- and i of course refrained from telling her that it was rather she who was ashamed of me, and had been from the time I opened my mouth and said ui would solve the Goldbach conjecture. She wanted to preserve an image of what i was, and never took the time to bother with me, to ..
Fuck This song says it best
silly woman never took the time to find out why i was doing what I was doing, and NOW, i figure the end of my patience has finally come.
FUCK all this.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
I was trying to preserve the silly bitch's life, and all i get for my efforts is her parking her car where i can see it, so that I can do WHAT, come back to my senses and say, Oh, she is there, can I come sing under her window, and maybe she will drop some hanky with her mucous or spit and i will wear it and go and slay dragons and such for her, while some asshole bones her and stuff.
Fuck, I will kill her.
I mean, what is wrong with her sister, anyway? I KNOW that I sort of opened the door, but hey, woman has a great figure, is NOT hard of hearing, and aside from the lapse in the ass thing, she is 1000% easier to be with. I mean, fuck, do I need rules about HER too?
Fuck all this.
