She, the daughter, is smart all right, but I hate someone that tries to ignore the obvious and focuses on the superficial, and forgets that it is ME, not God, that she has to please, the silly idiot!
Months back, as i was coming down the mountain, i ran into this woman, who had two [or more] of those small dogs that are not quite chihuahuas but are that type.One of them started barking at me, and I informed the woman that it seemed that dogs and I do not connect, and she informed me that this dog, every time it saw a man in a red hood, WOULD bark, and be upset, and we made some such small talk about how it, according to her, is a myth that dogs are clour blind, and she had a friendly smile, and for a moment I forgot that I was a person that oozed wood smoke, and then, of course, I came down to earth and realised that she could be scared of me and was trying to cover up for it with the 'vicious dog' thing; after all, I am not the type of person whose face , like jesus' actually inspires sernity, or radiates the same.
anyway, we parted, and I literally shelved THAT and never made the connection, at all, even after I saw the woman again after that. It never occured to me that the woman I met, the woman who was walking with the 'smart chick' and then later with this other guy and was talking to vinnie, and who I was told had been obert's sexual fantasy, that is the woman that obert masturbated over and was caught doing it while she was at the beach, somewhere; well, i never actually connected the dots, see, because people have never actually been that big a deal to me; I regard them as pests, or something.
the only time I considered the woman I had seen with the smart chick was when I was walking with obert along the main road, and this woman was on the New Kings side of the road, and she gave ... us.. a dirty look and them struck up a pose -wonder why women do that?- like she was feeling very upset, and I made the instant conclusion that this woman could be trouble for me -you know how white people can be about people that they see as undesirables- and THIS is probably what inspired the 'nobert' vision and the 'homo sapiens' spiel from God, because i frankly expected trouble.
So, God engineered a way for me to set my heart at ease, and I put all that out of my mind, till maybe a day or two ago when,as i was walking from fish hoek, and was among those houses that line the beach just before harbour house, I met the same small woman, with her doga, and she flashed a smile at me, to which I did not respond, mainly because, and this may sound weird;- I do not see myself as having any lasting impact in ANY person's life, and so for a person to smile at me when we have spoken once seems rather too much to swallow.Anyway, it was only when the smile froze a bit as she continued looking at me that i found out that she actually had been favourably disposed towards me when we first met.
probably, with all this blogging and stuff, she went to the mountain to waylay me.
besides, when I saw her with tis other guy, I assumed she was married, and so, it would be extremely silly for anyone to get entangled with me when she was involved with someone else, and anyway, what I really NEED at present is, ah, well...
I mean, fuck, what am I supposed to do with a woman? Look her in the eye and try to get some cosmic wisdom or some such stuff?
fuck, I do NOT want to be 'friends' with women, i do not want to talk to them. I am interested in one thing, and nothing else matters. I am tired of playing golf, and nothing is going to remove my disgruntlement with them people until I get me some.
Even if the contemporary art chick HAD a place, it would be, to me not the kind of place I would want tobe in, because one never knows who ... funded it, and what memories it holds. With someone else.
So, being all unsettled when one is supposed to be enjoying oneslef is definitely NOT my idea of fun.
Anyway, on the plus side the woman does NOT look old. I mean, she is small, and THAT makes me feel self conscious, but she did not strike me as disagreeably as, maybe, butthead's mom,and THAT woman was only interested in saving her son. SO, I get to have a woman WITH her child [although at present the child is as appealing a a meal of mud] and thus stick my finger out at the dessicated old prune, AND I get to take the women to Zim, to meet my mother and stick THAT up her throat, and finally, I get to have a number that reminds me i am a wanderer in the universe, and not one to settle down.
If them fools actually BUY this.
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I was also thinking the rangers were responsible for taking my stuff, but I could be wrong, because they normally take EVERYTHING, but if they took just my clothes, my blankets and left obert's stuff, then the perps could be the xhosa layabouts that obert showed the place to, and THAT would make the kalk bay idiots free of guilt.
So, I do not need to murder them, apparently.
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AND, I am wondering also about the NUMBER of womenb that came to me through my posts, and if I am right, then they have to be five, who are at present present.And these would have to, for their own sake, have to make their way to me before, like, for example, I do decide that enough is enough and I blow.
mmm, how is the weather? Said it would be about 60% rain today, but I have water, so we shall see, yes?< YESSSSSSS!
Oh, yes THIS is some crazy shit I am packing> I like it, YESSSSSSSSS!
