They say one can be sentenced for a crime if the issue is "proved beyond reasonable doubt", and of course, for someone like me who has lived a life where even when there is no reasonable doubt for innocence, the fact that i have KNOWN i have been innocent of the said crime has left me very suspicious of this 'reasonable doubt' thing, making me want to KNOW without a doubt what is going on.
blow, judgement pass though
say are them go hard
man are go harder than them
fir run hard, fix up them brother than them
extra charge, are me round them larger than them
if you dis gangster you dead like that again
Now, on the 18th I got a double shock, the first being the chick in red, and then later, as I wound my way up to sleep, I found obert lying among the wreckage of what used to be an orderly sleeping place. THIS time there was NO mistaking the handiwork of the rangers, and all I wanted to KNOW at that time was ... who sent them.
So, yesterday, when I saw the gay-ish brother of thesmart chick come walking up to the bakery, smirking, I knew -since these idiots LOVE gloating- and concluded that he is ONE very DEAD man, along with his sister of course.
AND very soon too, yesss!
I was wondering about the mother, and the thoughts I was thinking all of yesterday are what finally led me to sit down today, because see, i HAVE to act NOW, and I am getting to the point where KNOWING the truth is getting to be secondary to my ever growing anger. I mean, I AM FUCKING BEING KICKED IN THE BALLS and I have been taking it, but at this point, having to start worrying about where to stay simply because some idiot decided that he could call me out -and use my own words against me- has left me rather reckless, and the only THING I know without a doubt is that I an starting to kill, soon, maybe as soon as ... but then, fools, you have heard that before, so lets see, right?
Now, i do concede that have been too wrapped up in my uncertainty about God, Who, FYI made me feel rather enthusiastic the other time with His "Sunday 21 October" vision which turns out to have been His way of letting butt-head's mother that I was NOT answerable to God, but listened to my own council and acted as I saw fit.
BUT then, see, my point IS, I have never grown comfortable with God's including Himself in MY business as if we are one and the same, and so, when the removal of all my effects and even the rags came on top of my earlier assy-chick-disgrace, and then GOD had the -to me- gall to tell me when i was wondering how to get on top of THIS situation; "you deserve the glory" I actually went over the roof a bit, before realising that He was right;- no one , unless I give the green light, would actually try to walk into my life unless the said person was extremely stupid and didnot know the meanng of the word DANGER.
OK then, so I was expecting the impossible, right? I mean, no one would walk up to me and say that she wanted to have a life with m, with everything about me so... uncertain, and me not over the fact that the butt-head family and the rest of the S/Town crew left me so severely scarred with their actions that I tend to just extrapolate everyone else's actions in the same vein as they behaved, like I take the contemporary art chick's every action as if she was actually screwing someone else while looking at me, same as I discovered with michelle, and the fact that the chick tends to want to draw all attention to herself as if she is the best thing in creation when n reality I could probably, if I had to spend all my time alone with her, find so much to anger me she would be dead in a heartbeat, it is NOT easy to distinguish between the assholes I want dead and these others.
Now, though, here is a thought. How about I actually get these women that seem to be inclined towards me to put themselves in a place where they are, to me, 'without a doubt' so that I do not have to discover any irregularities with them, and thus I do not have to do something without ... justification.I am very acutely aware that the race card plays a very large role in this whole set-p, and for that I would like to say that I blame God, but I wold be lying, because the thing is I ... Like... fair skinned women with flowing hair and soft skins, and the fact that the tend to have less cultural inhibitions than other oppressed races.
Which, in view of my projected future, is a good thing.
unfortunately, them fools see a black man, someone who is trying o reach above his station, and everyone of them, OK, TWO, like the small mother and the contemporary art chick, regard it as their duty to put me in my place, and 'guide' me, in etiquette and all that [although, of course, IF I find out that the 'mother' called the rangers on me, I will deal with her by taking off her head, and, by the way i will go to S/town after this;- vinnie's bugging me about a place and i suppose that the only other place i can go to IS red-hill since there is relative peace THERE and no ... family contacts as opposed to Capricorn and Site 5, so, if them fools have something planned today in response to MY words, hen should KNOW that THIS night am sleeping again on the mountain, so, fuck, lets do it again, PLEASE!
THEN again, there is this statement in the vision thing, about 15 seconds
say are them go hard
man are go harder than them
fir run hard, fix up them brother than them
extra charge, are me round them larger than them
if you dis gangster you dead like that again
tell me are who dem
who sent dem
say me nuh friend dem
ghetto people nuh send dem
who sent dem
say me nuh friend dem
ghetto people nuh send dem
So, yesterday, when I saw the gay-ish brother of thesmart chick come walking up to the bakery, smirking, I knew -since these idiots LOVE gloating- and concluded that he is ONE very DEAD man, along with his sister of course.
AND very soon too, yesss!
I was wondering about the mother, and the thoughts I was thinking all of yesterday are what finally led me to sit down today, because see, i HAVE to act NOW, and I am getting to the point where KNOWING the truth is getting to be secondary to my ever growing anger. I mean, I AM FUCKING BEING KICKED IN THE BALLS and I have been taking it, but at this point, having to start worrying about where to stay simply because some idiot decided that he could call me out -and use my own words against me- has left me rather reckless, and the only THING I know without a doubt is that I an starting to kill, soon, maybe as soon as ... but then, fools, you have heard that before, so lets see, right?
Now, i do concede that have been too wrapped up in my uncertainty about God, Who, FYI made me feel rather enthusiastic the other time with His "Sunday 21 October" vision which turns out to have been His way of letting butt-head's mother that I was NOT answerable to God, but listened to my own council and acted as I saw fit.
BUT then, see, my point IS, I have never grown comfortable with God's including Himself in MY business as if we are one and the same, and so, when the removal of all my effects and even the rags came on top of my earlier assy-chick-disgrace, and then GOD had the -to me- gall to tell me when i was wondering how to get on top of THIS situation; "you deserve the glory" I actually went over the roof a bit, before realising that He was right;- no one , unless I give the green light, would actually try to walk into my life unless the said person was extremely stupid and didnot know the meanng of the word DANGER.
OK then, so I was expecting the impossible, right? I mean, no one would walk up to me and say that she wanted to have a life with m, with everything about me so... uncertain, and me not over the fact that the butt-head family and the rest of the S/Town crew left me so severely scarred with their actions that I tend to just extrapolate everyone else's actions in the same vein as they behaved, like I take the contemporary art chick's every action as if she was actually screwing someone else while looking at me, same as I discovered with michelle, and the fact that the chick tends to want to draw all attention to herself as if she is the best thing in creation when n reality I could probably, if I had to spend all my time alone with her, find so much to anger me she would be dead in a heartbeat, it is NOT easy to distinguish between the assholes I want dead and these others.
Now, though, here is a thought. How about I actually get these women that seem to be inclined towards me to put themselves in a place where they are, to me, 'without a doubt' so that I do not have to discover any irregularities with them, and thus I do not have to do something without ... justification.I am very acutely aware that the race card plays a very large role in this whole set-p, and for that I would like to say that I blame God, but I wold be lying, because the thing is I ... Like... fair skinned women with flowing hair and soft skins, and the fact that the tend to have less cultural inhibitions than other oppressed races.
Which, in view of my projected future, is a good thing.
unfortunately, them fools see a black man, someone who is trying o reach above his station, and everyone of them, OK, TWO, like the small mother and the contemporary art chick, regard it as their duty to put me in my place, and 'guide' me, in etiquette and all that [although, of course, IF I find out that the 'mother' called the rangers on me, I will deal with her by taking off her head, and, by the way i will go to S/town after this;- vinnie's bugging me about a place and i suppose that the only other place i can go to IS red-hill since there is relative peace THERE and no ... family contacts as opposed to Capricorn and Site 5, so, if them fools have something planned today in response to MY words, hen should KNOW that THIS night am sleeping again on the mountain, so, fuck, lets do it again, PLEASE!
THEN again, there is this statement in the vision thing, about 15 seconds
ANSWER?:
you hear strike one
talk about strike two
wont be a strike threebecause I dont play fair...
you hear strike one
talk about strike two
wont be a strike threebecause I dont play fair...
Meaning that the girl in red was a wake up call, but the rest are those that I get to... keep, and they are 4 in number, so that when I leave here I will either HAVE 24 women and three more to acquire overseas OR I will have 21 and 3 more to acquire.
I am certain about just ONE woman, and she showed her colours yesterday when I stood in the walkway yesterday just outside the Blue Bottle as I was running away from the rain. I was beading some wires and as this blonde chick who works a the olympia cafe walked past, she said "hi, prince" and i responded "hi" automatically as I watched her walk by, go buy something at the bakery and then walk to her car and go off.
Probably said "Hi, Prince", not 'hi, prince', but then considering that we have no much reason to even be civil to each other, since my 'prince darling' expose' I was therefore surprised to hear her say ANYTHING me, especially when she probably read my humiliation. Fuck, when people started offering vinnie help, and some lady bought us lunch straight after I had said that NO ONE had ever lifted a finger to help me, I knew that my readership locally was even broader than I thought, and I... tire of the subterfuge involved; I want to blast everything wide open, and stop having assholes do things over my head.
interestng, yessssss!
Of course, there is also this chick that I just liked,with a not-so-pronounced cleft chin who looked good inthe skirt she sewed herself, and well, since I read body language like a book, and I detected no condesceding attitude in her towards me, and she is not bad looking, I am somwhat disposed towards knowing her better, but then, it is NEVER good for me to ... start something, so she has to do whatever herself, if interested.
I am looking forward to more explosions, yesssss!
I am certain about just ONE woman, and she showed her colours yesterday when I stood in the walkway yesterday just outside the Blue Bottle as I was running away from the rain. I was beading some wires and as this blonde chick who works a the olympia cafe walked past, she said "hi, prince" and i responded "hi" automatically as I watched her walk by, go buy something at the bakery and then walk to her car and go off.
Probably said "Hi, Prince", not 'hi, prince', but then considering that we have no much reason to even be civil to each other, since my 'prince darling' expose' I was therefore surprised to hear her say ANYTHING me, especially when she probably read my humiliation. Fuck, when people started offering vinnie help, and some lady bought us lunch straight after I had said that NO ONE had ever lifted a finger to help me, I knew that my readership locally was even broader than I thought, and I... tire of the subterfuge involved; I want to blast everything wide open, and stop having assholes do things over my head.
interestng, yessssss!
Of course, there is also this chick that I just liked,with a not-so-pronounced cleft chin who looked good inthe skirt she sewed herself, and well, since I read body language like a book, and I detected no condesceding attitude in her towards me, and she is not bad looking, I am somwhat disposed towards knowing her better, but then, it is NEVER good for me to ... start something, so she has to do whatever herself, if interested.
I am looking forward to more explosions, yesssss!
burn up burn up burn up burn up
turn up turn up turn up
so me say ask them wha' dis wha' dis wha dis
who them say them are the baddest baddest baddest baddestthem are live like novice novice novice...but me see them are the saddest saddest saddest
turn up turn up turn up
so me say ask them wha' dis wha' dis wha dis
who them say them are the baddest baddest baddest baddestthem are live like novice novice novice...but me see them are the saddest saddest saddest
