For Whom The Bell Tolls

Maybe the pictures above will give you all a clearer picture of what I ... mean about what is shortly to come to pass, and maybe it will get the idea into a few heads that looking for mercy or sympathy from ME, is a waste of time. It is time to die, for most of you assholes, yessss!
First, though, I have had to listen to this song by sean paul, yardie bone, because for some reason, the last time I was on the mountain, two nights ago, i had the name 'yardie bone' on my HUD, and so, i am going through this song even as I write, and apparently it is a song about a hard dick, where 'them love it bad, and if them dont get it them going go mad' as wayne marshal sings.
this has sort of made me to stray from my intended purpose, but, I will take things the way they ... happened, so that i get to the ... boiling point, properly.

So, I never slept the whole night, and sat and toiled on the  'car' as even vinnie, who was doing something else to keep me company while we played music on his tablet, gave up and went to sleep. Maybe i am a perfectionist, or maybe I saw just how superficial all my efforts were, but come morning, when vinnie wanted to take the car with us to the container, i said it was not ready, and we left it, and he, maybe to cheer me up, gave me his tablet to continue listening to music on while we went and just ... sat.
then vinnie got the call, and he raced back to get the car, and we sat and did the finishing touches, and the guy was pleased, and we got paid, and vinnie- after we had discussed it, pocketed the money, and we decided that once i find a house I would use it to pay rent, get set up and all that.
cant say I was enthusiastic about it all. i am NOT keen on losing the ... control... I have over my life, and well, being... forced... into situations i am not happy with makes me rather cranky :=> i am spoiling for a fight.
So when the contemporary art chick -she must stay where she can see everything clearly, just as the guy i was told by a security guard was her boyfriend, playboy mike must because the day after the delilah post, he was showing off his wheels... well, i have decided that, inhibition or NONE, I am going to kill everyone like that, who pissed me off, with my bare hands.
THAT I will not change. I am NOT an armchair typoe of person who sits and just does nothing but fucking speak and then things happen. I do not UNDERSTAND ... strategy or this mental chess. I am a simple, straight arrow, a person who is literal, and very, very, mad. And I intend to TEAR up my enemies with my own two hands, YESSSS!!

So, tony, we are back on. You seem to have a ... lot... of pent up emotions, so you should let some steam out. come on, look at YOUR advantages; all of you assholes, you are respectable memebers of society, I am an illegal immigrant, with NO status whatsoever, and at YOUR disposal are the security and armed forces, and all those perks that life at the top guarantee you. I am just scum, yes, something to wipe your feet on. I mean, has it ever occured to you that you could ...legally... strike me, or get me entangled by my own temper, by needling me, and I would not even wait to think about the trap but would fall for it every time?
What I do not have, is self control, so, hey you can have your way with me, yes?
And see me locked up as well?
think about it, fools, because all I have on MY side is an unproven theory, a ... conjecture... that I am capable of many things> I could be demented,, and have lost my sanity already, so, you can needle me, get me so furious I can end up being back at Valkenberg.
After all, who ever heard of anyone being able to ... change the weather?

I mean, only a fool will believe such rubbish, right? in THIS world where jesus christ is the saviour, or God is Who, or What you want Him, her or it, to be, and where everything has a set... pattern, the rich are on top, white is right, and well, then there are them silly niggaz, ha?
i mean, if God wanted to do things better the second time around, why did He NOT go for someone like mel gibson, or even, ok then, TYRESE gibson

Nigga has class, abs and everyone will agree, sex appeal, yes, ladies? I mean, the scooter chick will certainly agree? she will not come withing two feet of me, yet when she is doing her walk by past me, she will give a friendly hug to a guy who has... class, specs and probably all the specs. as well, like charm, verve and the essential does-not-embarrass-me-among-people thing that I lack, with my scratching and ugly mug, and my boils between my legs that refuse to go away, so that walking is always a novelty for me.
i mean, i can understand why the contemporary art chick drove past, she was afraid i would probably get a place there and then, and you know this curious thing about women,whenn you are there, they ignore you,, but when they think they will lose someone then can stroke their egos over, they panic. Its a mother-thing, like  they do not want you but they will be damned if they will let you go>
i once almost got arrested for that, actually I DID get arrested, but the asshole who complained was a ... cop..., been in the force 18 years he said, and so he knew the ropes;- I was to be arrested because i was harrassing this white lady [ because i had sent HER an email, me a street/beach urchin, telling her I was fed up with her, and THAT just before valentine's day] and then I was to be taken to home affairs, be processed, deported, and yet somehow still answer to this charge of harrassing the chick.
the woman, an ugly tooth-out tiny little broomstick who had wanted me in her clutches because she was looking for a 'strong man' she could ride and use as the pacifier for her daughter, was interestingly NOT there, but would report this harrasment herself after 3pm, when she came home from work.
I must either be one lucky son of a... I am not sure I can call MY mother a bitch, and i can not substitute 'gun' because i am not sure of the reproductive abilities of a gun, although I heard there are some ... 'repeaters'... but whether they repeat THEMSELVES as replicas, or not, is I think a bit of metaphysical thinking that would interest no one but a psychologist who would probably attribute may rages to too little mother's milk, or too much, depending on which side everything is going towards, like the eminently respectable and acceptable Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, that states that, having all the data you may want, if you go down looking for one thing, you will have to go out again, ignore that and then look for the OTHER thing because you can not find both at once, even with all the facts in your hand, like >
so, as I said, I was probably just lucky, because certainly God could NOT have done any of these things that I said, yes?
i must just be a person like that guy who went ariound in a tub, who was only spared death because everyone tolereated his madness and preferred to get out of his way, yes?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

everyone, as far as i am concerned, is IN my way, and I will begin to remove you assholes from my path, and I will take you on, because I just do not like any of you.

if you listen carefully bitches and assholes, the bells are tolling, and I am announcing your imminent, permanent DEATHS now before you even are dead.

you lot are dead people walking, yessssss!

The other.... drama that unfolded before me concerned the 'smart' chick who must, if she has cylinders, be ... misfiring... on them, because if I had not looked  at her face and her mother's face and observed oddly enough something like the terror that sucks life out of one;  I have seen it on people that have heard that they are terminally ill and that, for that reaon, there is considerably less life to spend; I would not have believed that any of them was even aware that I existed.

the smart chick, who, as abisha commented, was showing up mush too frequently and would probably report us for staring at her, decided to be less exposed this time, with a pair of shorts, like she was telling me, NO, I will not do as you say but I am not prepared to actively defy you at this moment, walked past, in a hurry, walked back again, and then started speaking on the phone, like and the casually glanced back to where I am abisha sat, before walking on again.
And then coming back down with her mother.
And i could not even pretend to laugh. This was pathetic. maybe someone misunderstood me somewhere. I am GOING to kill the mother, the father, the brother, whether THEY actively seek it or not, and I ... MAY spare HER if she complies with me, and my very reasonable requests.
But I will NOT negotiate with ANYONE over another's life>

I decide who lives or dies, NO ONE else.
  nuh go deal!
 Yeah yeah, so no one  take it personal
who like nuh wha' pa done?
You think me come fir done
All me have fir do is send fir the new gun
anything test, dead.
we gonna fill op them head with lead
Lod have marcy
nuh go deal nuh go deal a boy get killed
 nuh go deal deal deal better sign up them will
deal deal deal ....
when them see me me me see the hitman are come...

GRRRRRRRRR!

Dont yu fret for me
my guns go and get for me
gun down those enemies
...
send then to hell, send them to hell

Who turned out the lights, is what you niggaz be saying...!

Bad man nuh flee
after the war them are drop like fleas
pussy them are walk in a posse them are fool..!
actually, It goes

bad man nuh flee
after the war them nuh tough like we
some of the batch them are walk in a posse them are fool
Now them nuh see how we lock the city....
i'd rather go a death row...
than bad man are play zero

BUT, why limit it to males only, ha

You should never dis the champion...