nature of the work he was in.He was a killer, and he went by the name decado, and he had the sobriquet "ice-killer" and the fact that he had been able to find just ONE person in the army he had joined who could, in practice, hold his own against him, had led him to an obsession to find this guy and force him to face him in mortal combat, because he knew that he would prevail, and kill this man. The book was called "The King Beyond the Gate", and the funny thing about it is that the ice killer was stopped from his purposes by a storm, and the storm led him to an abbey where he spent most of his later years as a mere gardener, till the time came for the 'abbot' to reveal himself as a "knight templar" who had been waiting for this guy, the best warrior in existence, to come and lead the "thousand" in a promised war effort. decado thought it eminently silly, and a fraud, that he should have sought 'peace' only to find that he was meant for war.
I find myself in a similar situation, because the "unseen academical" had the mask taken off rather dramatically over the course of the day yesterday and this morning. Of course, i have spoken of this before, but NEVER has it had this ommmph, and anyway, i have been rather grimly amused by the antics of women who have ... ahh, I am getting ahead of myself. Let me see just how this looks on my blog first!
I find myself in a similar situation, because the "unseen academical" had the mask taken off rather dramatically over the course of the day yesterday and this morning. Of course, i have spoken of this before, but NEVER has it had this ommmph, and anyway, i have been rather grimly amused by the antics of women who have ... ahh, I am getting ahead of myself. Let me see just how this looks on my blog first!
I almost laughed, but then, my beef has always been with God, and I was really worrying about the 'mother' of this sexy chick in canada, because well, i was worried.
Then the mother showed up, and she was smoking, and so I found that THAT w3as the reason why she had that irritating voice, and i looked her over, and decided that unless i had my head re-arranged, I am NOT going to be able to be in the same room with the woman, much less even think of putting ANYTHING in her. She does not do anything for me.
So, I suppose I went "?!" at God, ignoring at the same time the antics, of lack thereof, of the contemparary art chick, and the other one with her handbag malady.
After vinnie closed up, he wanted to get some pool acid at shoprite, and so went together, and i would have liked to relieve myself on the road back, but then i met some guy I know who sells ganja, and so i did my entertainment bit ( i apparently have a 'nice smile' and can 'get along' with just about anyone before i decide to kill them....) and so ended up relieving myself at vinnie's place. It was while i was downloading that God [think about His timing, but then again, He is always in control, see?] gave me, with no ambiguity whatsoever, the line from this dead woman's song, that goes
we both know
I'm not what you need
I'm not what you need
And the song was featured in the movie of the same woman, called 'bodyguard' or something, and I knew then that this woman according to the way things should be, would be the ONE that did the unusual and convinced her daughter to be weaned off of herself and 'accept friend request' and also face the unenviable fact that she is going to know that her mother died because when it boils right down to it, I can NOT have fans or hangers-on stay alive.
So, I thought, Ok, then, if this woman is the fourth, the daughter that is, and she is NOT here, then WHO the FUCK is the last one.
Apparently a woman who convinces herself to see what she wants to see and does not really grasp the fact that I AM going to kill her son and daughter, both of who i have grown to hate, and who seriously piss me off, and HER as well -doubtful there- If I find out that she had anything to do with my humiliation on the mountain.
The little mother.
Because, you see, everyone is about to die, and that soon, and the thing is, I have always tried to keep it in, my very great anger at the way everything is in the world, and i had been so busy thinking i was looking for ... love... when what I wanted were playthings at my leisure and my pleasure when i was feeling at odds with the world, like happened this morning when i assumed that the internet cafe in wynberg would be open at 8am,a nd i got onto a train, and came over only to wait for a long time before anything happened. Unused to waiting, I decided to ether chat up a girl, get some food, or both, or look for an alternative internet cafe. i was seriously put out at the fact that things were NOT the way i wanted them to be, and i was getting seriously pissed off at everything, ann HATING the fact that I was dependent on some silly thing that I DID NOT EVN WANT ANYYWAY in order to get a message across to some silly puffed up bitches who thought I should tone down my high speech and choose ONE of them, instead of being so... imperious yet hollow.
Fuck, I see me killing them for this, really.
Fuck the twenty-four august thing.
So, I thought, Ok, then, if this woman is the fourth, the daughter that is, and she is NOT here, then WHO the FUCK is the last one.
Apparently a woman who convinces herself to see what she wants to see and does not really grasp the fact that I AM going to kill her son and daughter, both of who i have grown to hate, and who seriously piss me off, and HER as well -doubtful there- If I find out that she had anything to do with my humiliation on the mountain.
The little mother.
Because, you see, everyone is about to die, and that soon, and the thing is, I have always tried to keep it in, my very great anger at the way everything is in the world, and i had been so busy thinking i was looking for ... love... when what I wanted were playthings at my leisure and my pleasure when i was feeling at odds with the world, like happened this morning when i assumed that the internet cafe in wynberg would be open at 8am,a nd i got onto a train, and came over only to wait for a long time before anything happened. Unused to waiting, I decided to ether chat up a girl, get some food, or both, or look for an alternative internet cafe. i was seriously put out at the fact that things were NOT the way i wanted them to be, and i was getting seriously pissed off at everything, ann HATING the fact that I was dependent on some silly thing that I DID NOT EVN WANT ANYYWAY in order to get a message across to some silly puffed up bitches who thought I should tone down my high speech and choose ONE of them, instead of being so... imperious yet hollow.
Fuck, I see me killing them for this, really.
Fuck the twenty-four august thing.
I will have the twenty, and then the two overseas, and to hell with these pussies.
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Of course, the thing is, whatever happens today, or does NOT happen, I, as soon as i have some time to myself, am letting loose the beast, and will head home, the undisputed LORD of the earth, and will kill my family, and then come back and deal with the other irritants, and send them to hell forever. Nothing personal, it is just that I personally do NOT like anyone, and hate anyone presuming that I care, or even tolerate any nosnsense from them because they are... what?speacial. ha ha ha!
Prepare to die, fools. The assassin is back, and at sub-zero
Of course, the thing is, whatever happens today, or does NOT happen, I, as soon as i have some time to myself, am letting loose the beast, and will head home, the undisputed LORD of the earth, and will kill my family, and then come back and deal with the other irritants, and send them to hell forever. Nothing personal, it is just that I personally do NOT like anyone, and hate anyone presuming that I care, or even tolerate any nosnsense from them because they are... what?speacial. ha ha ha!
Prepare to die, fools. The assassin is back, and at sub-zero
