At times even I foget that the ONE thin that probably distinguishes me from anyon else is a total disability to move from a chosen path, whether God or man [or woman] says otherwise, and so, sometimes i assume that I am 'with God' when I do things, only to have Him do as He did on Sunday, when I was in ... ready... mode, waiting for ...whatever... to happenI was coming down the mountain yesterday, late in the morning, when , out of nowhere, The words of this song started in my head
nei uchitanga imwe
hondo
mummwe wangu we wafunga imwe
hondo...
(why start another
war
my significant other, you have decided on another
war)
hondo
mummwe wangu we wafunga imwe
hondo...
(why start another
war
my significant other, you have decided on another
war)
And, what with knowing that I had purposed on women that were actually deeply steeped in their routines, and that, if i dragged these women into my life, I would, no doubt about THAT, end up killing them once I had slaked my thirst, or lust I wondered WTF, of course that mattered to Him. I mean, let us face it, it is NOT as if any of these bitches actually CARE about me, right, or what happens to me, ofc course, because they, even these others, are all so busy walking around thinking I ought to be impressed by them that non of them ever sees me as a person. They care about me salivating over them, but silly fools never pay attention to anyting I say. So, I put my foot down, and said fuck that, I will stand by what i said, and to hell with anyone else.
Then, as soon as i settled down at vinnie's stall, the brainy chick showed up, and she, as ususl went about as if she was not even aware that we share the same planet, but the odd thing is that it is never too long after i show up, no matter what hour it is, before she also just happens to stroll by. I thought to myself then, and I also did today, that i will have to deal with the turbulence she created in me [girl has some ass on her, and after i had seen her looking for me in a pair of jeans the other night, I have concluded that hse dresses in those tight brief skirts for a purpose, and i am feeling it!], and after I have... known ... her, i will walk away, since of course, everything about her approch with me is superficial, i will also be superficial. It is not, after all, as if she actually thinks ANYTHING of me, right?
Not long after her, the english art chick also walked past, and she later came back, and would not just walk by, going back, I presume, to her car, behind the outspaan restaurant, and she looked me in the eye, hands in pockets, [curiously revealing the ass that even the jeans could not... restrain:- try walking, in a pair of close fiting jeans, and put your hands in pockets that they do not fit it; you end up leaning forwards, ass out, and even walking becomes something else] and asked what the price of a wire, rusted, 'dog' was, and i looked to vinnie, who was seated beside me, and he stood up, and thinking her a customer [yeah, right, girl wanted to yank my chain!] he went and fussed over her. Luckily, when she was speaking through her nose at him, directing him to remove certain things, a real customer decided to snap it up, and so, it was not all bitterness. But i tell you i decided I would have that chick, and then, walk away! YESSS!
Then I got my socks knocked off by the ONE person that i have thought would never walk so listlessly as she did yesterday, and that was none otehr than ms-super-legs, allison, and she had [I checked there because vinnie decided we ought to go to the shops, and while on the way i was looking for the Toyota Cressida with license plate number , cape town, 736-740, or something like that, I know there is a difference of six between the digits either side of the hyphen] parked at the havana club parking, and then she and her ubiquitous man and the depressed looking kid, walked past to the harbour, and then walked back, silent, like a funeral procession. I was so busy looking at her legs and taking in the fact that I had never seen the woman who is always so with it so down that I forgot to check out her breasts. but this is the same woman that made me eat dust, see, and never bothered to even acknowledge me as anything, and yet she was walking by, like her bubble had burst and reality was staring her in the face. And my question, as far as she was concerned, had always been that I wanted to get clarity as far as the guy she always is with is concerned, but she never bothered to deal with that issue. Apparently i am too unimportant to take seriously. maybe it is God she wants to be near. Well she can go and thay can have each other. I have decided that I will do with her as I purpose with the others:- i will take her, and then after I am no longer hot and bothered, I will find out what this other guy is to her, and, since she will not, like all the others, think me anything NOW, I will, if there is nothing between them, leave her to die with everyon else, but if it turns out that she is involved with the guy, then NOTHING will stop me from making her wish she had never decided to even walk my way. NOOO!
BUT my day was not done, because scarcely had allison driven past disconsolately, than this arsehole, chunky boy, also drove by, in this small white hatchback, and i could not help thinking that God could not have written a more plain script, because as i laughed, seeing him go past, I suddenly KNEW that I wasnt going to be able to just walk away from the 'recess' project woman, nicky?. Probably the only person who will be thankful, if she decides NOW that she will stop being too-high-up-for-me, that she is a mother, because, well, it is either she does the so-far unthinkable for me, or I will take my revenge for her leaning over towards me, and then her driving past with that sullen sorrowfulness, and enjoy myself with her, and then, taking everything else into consideration, kill her alongside with her brothers and michelle, because there is NO way that i will let THOSE insults slide, hell no!
There is, of course, to cap it up, and to make it all... final... the david matthews chick, the married woman, and well, this is what makes it all so... interesting, and why these people seemingly have a grace period, till i either blow up or they bow down [after all, i STILL have not solved the "by saturday EVERYONE will know me" vision, not that THAT is any of your business!], NONE of them would have had the guts to... approach me if i had not instigated it myself, and every single one of them is the result of a short in the dark, although I am not saying they approached me after i had spoken about them except for nicky?
So, I am interested in finding out it they are heartbroken enough to get to the point where they will stop double dealing, or whether i am going to just have to do as I see fit, and then kill them anyway, because, frankly, i am fed up with this bullshit, and i am looking even at God with less and less ... forbearance, these days. I want this charade ovver, stat!!!
Then, as soon as i settled down at vinnie's stall, the brainy chick showed up, and she, as ususl went about as if she was not even aware that we share the same planet, but the odd thing is that it is never too long after i show up, no matter what hour it is, before she also just happens to stroll by. I thought to myself then, and I also did today, that i will have to deal with the turbulence she created in me [girl has some ass on her, and after i had seen her looking for me in a pair of jeans the other night, I have concluded that hse dresses in those tight brief skirts for a purpose, and i am feeling it!], and after I have... known ... her, i will walk away, since of course, everything about her approch with me is superficial, i will also be superficial. It is not, after all, as if she actually thinks ANYTHING of me, right?
Not long after her, the english art chick also walked past, and she later came back, and would not just walk by, going back, I presume, to her car, behind the outspaan restaurant, and she looked me in the eye, hands in pockets, [curiously revealing the ass that even the jeans could not... restrain:- try walking, in a pair of close fiting jeans, and put your hands in pockets that they do not fit it; you end up leaning forwards, ass out, and even walking becomes something else] and asked what the price of a wire, rusted, 'dog' was, and i looked to vinnie, who was seated beside me, and he stood up, and thinking her a customer [yeah, right, girl wanted to yank my chain!] he went and fussed over her. Luckily, when she was speaking through her nose at him, directing him to remove certain things, a real customer decided to snap it up, and so, it was not all bitterness. But i tell you i decided I would have that chick, and then, walk away! YESSS!
Then I got my socks knocked off by the ONE person that i have thought would never walk so listlessly as she did yesterday, and that was none otehr than ms-super-legs, allison, and she had [I checked there because vinnie decided we ought to go to the shops, and while on the way i was looking for the Toyota Cressida with license plate number , cape town, 736-740, or something like that, I know there is a difference of six between the digits either side of the hyphen] parked at the havana club parking, and then she and her ubiquitous man and the depressed looking kid, walked past to the harbour, and then walked back, silent, like a funeral procession. I was so busy looking at her legs and taking in the fact that I had never seen the woman who is always so with it so down that I forgot to check out her breasts. but this is the same woman that made me eat dust, see, and never bothered to even acknowledge me as anything, and yet she was walking by, like her bubble had burst and reality was staring her in the face. And my question, as far as she was concerned, had always been that I wanted to get clarity as far as the guy she always is with is concerned, but she never bothered to deal with that issue. Apparently i am too unimportant to take seriously. maybe it is God she wants to be near. Well she can go and thay can have each other. I have decided that I will do with her as I purpose with the others:- i will take her, and then after I am no longer hot and bothered, I will find out what this other guy is to her, and, since she will not, like all the others, think me anything NOW, I will, if there is nothing between them, leave her to die with everyon else, but if it turns out that she is involved with the guy, then NOTHING will stop me from making her wish she had never decided to even walk my way. NOOO!
BUT my day was not done, because scarcely had allison driven past disconsolately, than this arsehole, chunky boy, also drove by, in this small white hatchback, and i could not help thinking that God could not have written a more plain script, because as i laughed, seeing him go past, I suddenly KNEW that I wasnt going to be able to just walk away from the 'recess' project woman, nicky?. Probably the only person who will be thankful, if she decides NOW that she will stop being too-high-up-for-me, that she is a mother, because, well, it is either she does the so-far unthinkable for me, or I will take my revenge for her leaning over towards me, and then her driving past with that sullen sorrowfulness, and enjoy myself with her, and then, taking everything else into consideration, kill her alongside with her brothers and michelle, because there is NO way that i will let THOSE insults slide, hell no!
There is, of course, to cap it up, and to make it all... final... the david matthews chick, the married woman, and well, this is what makes it all so... interesting, and why these people seemingly have a grace period, till i either blow up or they bow down [after all, i STILL have not solved the "by saturday EVERYONE will know me" vision, not that THAT is any of your business!], NONE of them would have had the guts to... approach me if i had not instigated it myself, and every single one of them is the result of a short in the dark, although I am not saying they approached me after i had spoken about them except for nicky?
So, I am interested in finding out it they are heartbroken enough to get to the point where they will stop double dealing, or whether i am going to just have to do as I see fit, and then kill them anyway, because, frankly, i am fed up with this bullshit, and i am looking even at God with less and less ... forbearance, these days. I want this charade ovver, stat!!!
