So, my day starts out, as usual, by seeing the ... stupid;- decidedly so-... art chick drive by early in the morning as I and vinnie are at the container, and i was barking at the dogs, which come from the house her boyfriend bought, at the corner of the street which vinnie stays in.
Yeah, it sounds crazy, but I am probably the most depressed person you will ever come across, so I take my fun where I can, since I doubt there exists anyone that has so much pent up fury as I do.
about the dogs, I mean. the stupid girl IS stupid, and thinks, I assume, is I smile, it goes deep, or that God has any... influence... on any of my decisions, or that those days when I used to be indecisive still exist.
She has taken advantage of my indecision, or ... loosening up... plenty of times, and pissed me off for a long, long, time, and I have STATED for a long time, repeatedly, just how much she has pissed me off, and how I want to kill her, but well, today I get a whole batch full as well, yessss!
But, today, guess the nothing-better-to-do spy network was operating full tilt, because as soon as I was laughing and having fun, no longer glum, she shows up, drives past me to the parking across the road from the building... fuck, let me put a picture here
Above is a poster of the gallery, and below is where I will put the heads, upstairs, right? or I am NOT walking with God, ha ha!
Now, the chick, after parking her car, decided to stay in it awhile, and then only exited it after that small dumpy one that ran when no one was chasing her somehow showed up, and they walked to the entrance, which is to the side, but they were coming towards where I was seated, and at the entrance they hesitated, and the short dumpy one said something, presumably, 'you can not let him bully you around, show him you can stand up to him' or some such bullshit, and she listened -pity, because i was, till then, undecided about killing her, guess i , as I always said, never thought i would, that she would somehow come to her senses and be reasonable, because i liked her spunk, but not anymore- and they walked towards me, turned to their right, my left, and walked to the olympia deli... mmmm, that gets me thinking, yessss!. A moment, here...
fuck, I could not get what I wanted, but this is the bakery entrance... hmmm, I guess I am ready to serioulsy piss off everyone, here, and the more brazen i get, the better, yessss!
Anyway, the open air shop is somewhere to the leftof the picture, and the two walked up and into the place, took their time, and then decided to exit, and i watched, thinking, OK, so THAT short and dumpy one is also VERY dead, yesss! A
A while later, they, and the guy who beat up obert and some cloured guy, you know, the guy I said i would kill anyway, because I hated racists? Not the coloured guy, but that guy who owns chartfield guesthouse- must have been how i came to the notice of them assholes, because i wanted it for a while, see, but now, I suppose it has had its day. I am reducing it to cinders- well, he was so brave today, so gutsy, and i could not help lauging as they walked right by me and went somewhere, with the stupid chick probably smiling at how easy it was to yank the lion's beard and get away with it, see, it was not so difficult, and he did NOTHING. I told you he is full of talk only, and he will NEVER do anything, because God will ALWAYS intervene to turn him from his weird thoughts.
REALLY. MY response is
Yeah, it sounds crazy, but I am probably the most depressed person you will ever come across, so I take my fun where I can, since I doubt there exists anyone that has so much pent up fury as I do.
about the dogs, I mean. the stupid girl IS stupid, and thinks, I assume, is I smile, it goes deep, or that God has any... influence... on any of my decisions, or that those days when I used to be indecisive still exist.
She has taken advantage of my indecision, or ... loosening up... plenty of times, and pissed me off for a long, long, time, and I have STATED for a long time, repeatedly, just how much she has pissed me off, and how I want to kill her, but well, today I get a whole batch full as well, yessss!
But, today, guess the nothing-better-to-do spy network was operating full tilt, because as soon as I was laughing and having fun, no longer glum, she shows up, drives past me to the parking across the road from the building... fuck, let me put a picture here
What you see is the main entrance to the olympia deli, with the gallery occupying the upstairs. her boyfriend's la parada restaurant is further along, in the background. that is NOT actually the main street, but a one way street with the main road invisible , but to the left of the picture. She parked in the parking lot at the left. This picture is a bit ... old... see.there are no more fish there, but a naked black woman, and sydney has his art right in front outside there and it was there that I decided to kill him, after a disagreement that i ... instigated... to draw him out so that we could confront each other and he was too scared to come out, so i decided on leisurely revenge,, and his head along with mike's and these others will adorn the place i have stated.
guess i have shot my mouth off now, and the question is, WILL anyone dare me to do this or will anyone think they can defy me and stop it happening, ha? I mean, there MUST be a reason why God said, "I will send elijah..." in malachi, and if it is NOT because elijah said that if baal is God, then follow him, but if he is El-Elohe-Israel, then follow Him, but let Him fight for Himself, then I am totally lost, right? because I SAY that if THIS does not happen, then i am 100% a fraud, and God never spoke to me, and I am NOT the God of this earth, and you all are not mostly about to die, right?
guess i have shot my mouth off now, and the question is, WILL anyone dare me to do this or will anyone think they can defy me and stop it happening, ha? I mean, there MUST be a reason why God said, "I will send elijah..." in malachi, and if it is NOT because elijah said that if baal is God, then follow him, but if he is El-Elohe-Israel, then follow Him, but let Him fight for Himself, then I am totally lost, right? because I SAY that if THIS does not happen, then i am 100% a fraud, and God never spoke to me, and I am NOT the God of this earth, and you all are not mostly about to die, right?
fuck, I could not get what I wanted, but this is the bakery entrance... hmmm, I guess I am ready to serioulsy piss off everyone, here, and the more brazen i get, the better, yessss!
A while later, they, and the guy who beat up obert and some cloured guy, you know, the guy I said i would kill anyway, because I hated racists? Not the coloured guy, but that guy who owns chartfield guesthouse- must have been how i came to the notice of them assholes, because i wanted it for a while, see, but now, I suppose it has had its day. I am reducing it to cinders- well, he was so brave today, so gutsy, and i could not help lauging as they walked right by me and went somewhere, with the stupid chick probably smiling at how easy it was to yank the lion's beard and get away with it, see, it was not so difficult, and he did NOTHING. I told you he is full of talk only, and he will NEVER do anything, because God will ALWAYS intervene to turn him from his weird thoughts.
REALLY. MY response is
said them are go dis WHO?
said them are go dis ME
mnxxxcxxccc!
shut him up that man
Bad rag we?
... tell them anything are anything
any dj any scene
any vocal every string
fir rise again start this are heavy scene
said them are go dis ME
mnxxxcxxccc!
shut him up that man
Bad rag we?
... tell them anything are anything
any dj any scene
any vocal every string
fir rise again start this are heavy scene
well, the asshole is dead, and his head is going to join mike's, the dumpy one, sydney, and... maybe... fuck, i can not even decide now, because this stupid woman is making it difficult for me to make up my mind about her. No, i have no real intention of killing her... uh uh, i WILL kill her, maybe not, fuck, I can TELL she does not make up HER own mind, because she is in her comfort zone there, with all those assholes. discussing everything, when she needs to make up her OWN mind, the silly fool. I do NOT want to kill her, no, I do not, but she is making things difficult here, and I might just end up doing that anyway because it is NOW about face. if she shames me NOW, then she dies, so i am removing her options, making her decide, and not sit on the fence. It is her choice.
guess this is what it has always been about, with all them women. they all somehow think I am going to ... wait on them, try to find what pleases them, and do what they want. Hell, NO. They DO what I want, or they die, and when it comes to a clash, there will NOT be a referee, or a second opinion; what I say goes, and whoever does not agree with me... dies, because I bow down to no one, ever.
i have never agreed with God, or submitted to Him. What He offers me is advice, but the power, the kudos, the glory, the guts are all mine. What He did He did without me being aware of it. i was a kid before, but ow I am a man, a king, and what matters to ME is MY way, and never will I go the way of anyone else, never. unless it pleases me to do something for someone, but as long as it benefits me.
which is why I wonder if I am going to ... regret this part that is coming up.
i will first think about it while playing some....
sean paul?
yes, sean paul with busta rhymes 'gimme the light' remix
Ok, here goes;-
some days ago, this chick pulls up, right, in one of those sleek toyota two seater sports cars, I think an RX-2, and before i colour this with my own re-conceptions, i think I might as well just state it as it was, as it happened, and while I can not hide my own judgements, i will not say more than I have to, because i am... uncertain, for sure. And not certain about how to proceed with this, yes?
Chick looks stoned, and she is not slim, no way, slim isfat by her standards, but, fuck, I can NOT divorce everything else that happened because that is what makes her such a pleasing prospect to me, see?
guess this is what it has always been about, with all them women. they all somehow think I am going to ... wait on them, try to find what pleases them, and do what they want. Hell, NO. They DO what I want, or they die, and when it comes to a clash, there will NOT be a referee, or a second opinion; what I say goes, and whoever does not agree with me... dies, because I bow down to no one, ever.
i have never agreed with God, or submitted to Him. What He offers me is advice, but the power, the kudos, the glory, the guts are all mine. What He did He did without me being aware of it. i was a kid before, but ow I am a man, a king, and what matters to ME is MY way, and never will I go the way of anyone else, never. unless it pleases me to do something for someone, but as long as it benefits me.
which is why I wonder if I am going to ... regret this part that is coming up.
i will first think about it while playing some....
sean paul?
yes, sean paul with busta rhymes 'gimme the light' remix
How about 'we make it clap' as well
some days ago, this chick pulls up, right, in one of those sleek toyota two seater sports cars, I think an RX-2, and before i colour this with my own re-conceptions, i think I might as well just state it as it was, as it happened, and while I can not hide my own judgements, i will not say more than I have to, because i am... uncertain, for sure. And not certain about how to proceed with this, yes?
Chick looks stoned, and she is not slim, no way, slim isfat by her standards, but, fuck, I can NOT divorce everything else that happened because that is what makes her such a pleasing prospect to me, see?
After all, one has to think of the.. trinity... in this.
ok, so the woman - heck, NO BODY TELLS Me what I WANT?- MY job, MY Score- "you were alone you pathetic psycho"?-- tells abisha she wanted some flowers, and then no, i want a ganja leaf, tomorrow, and abisha decides since he may come late, shall I do it? Ok, but I do not. She looks high, and i am not interested in doing anything for someone whose thighs seem as thick as my finger, especially since she is so hyper. Of course i do not even think of anything like a... relationship... because the chick tells abisha she wants them for her boyfriend. so, point is moot. My patience does not stretch so... much, and anyway i am not so... in control.. these days, best to avoid things. vinnie reminds me the following day about the woman as she walks past la parada the following day, and qwe decide to come up with a story, which we feed her, but she is quite interesting to talk to,and i find myself mellowing to her as she comes to check on our progress and she introduces herself as michaela or at least it sounds like that, and she says her mother was jewish and that is probably where it comes from. then, when vinnie is engaged with a customer, she asks me if i want a cup of coffee, and after hesitating, I agree, and she orders motherfucking expensive cappucino, and we each have a cup, me and vinnie, with a roll each, and not the customary shared cup of filter coffee. she says she is in the art business, and promotes artists, photographers and I try to steer the zulu guy her way, and she says she will try to see what she can do for him, but her comments are decidedly slanted my way. but, she is a jew, or half thereof, but then, I think it does not matter, not really, in a way, because the woman did me a huge favour, she washed my heart of some of the bitterness that came with being overlooked every day by the overseers above, like a replay of the simonstown osc. And that made her special, especially as a day later her car was parked whole day opposite the new kings hotel. As i walked to the train station, she was driving back to S/Town, presumably, and i wanted to wave at her as she drove past, but her face looked so troubled I was like, WTF?
well, if i know wha' gwaan with the boyfriend thing, i will be very glad to have her around, really. If she is legit, because she did me a favour, in a difficult place.
fuck, no one has an idea just how depressing it is to be the center of the fools' attention, like a monkey in a circus.
which explains why the swimmer woman with her late coming into the fray, the daughter as well, mean something to me. Even... peaches, I suppose.
ok, so the woman - heck, NO BODY TELLS Me what I WANT?- MY job, MY Score- "you were alone you pathetic psycho"?-- tells abisha she wanted some flowers, and then no, i want a ganja leaf, tomorrow, and abisha decides since he may come late, shall I do it? Ok, but I do not. She looks high, and i am not interested in doing anything for someone whose thighs seem as thick as my finger, especially since she is so hyper. Of course i do not even think of anything like a... relationship... because the chick tells abisha she wants them for her boyfriend. so, point is moot. My patience does not stretch so... much, and anyway i am not so... in control.. these days, best to avoid things. vinnie reminds me the following day about the woman as she walks past la parada the following day, and qwe decide to come up with a story, which we feed her, but she is quite interesting to talk to,and i find myself mellowing to her as she comes to check on our progress and she introduces herself as michaela or at least it sounds like that, and she says her mother was jewish and that is probably where it comes from. then, when vinnie is engaged with a customer, she asks me if i want a cup of coffee, and after hesitating, I agree, and she orders motherfucking expensive cappucino, and we each have a cup, me and vinnie, with a roll each, and not the customary shared cup of filter coffee. she says she is in the art business, and promotes artists, photographers and I try to steer the zulu guy her way, and she says she will try to see what she can do for him, but her comments are decidedly slanted my way. but, she is a jew, or half thereof, but then, I think it does not matter, not really, in a way, because the woman did me a huge favour, she washed my heart of some of the bitterness that came with being overlooked every day by the overseers above, like a replay of the simonstown osc. And that made her special, especially as a day later her car was parked whole day opposite the new kings hotel. As i walked to the train station, she was driving back to S/Town, presumably, and i wanted to wave at her as she drove past, but her face looked so troubled I was like, WTF?
well, if i know wha' gwaan with the boyfriend thing, i will be very glad to have her around, really. If she is legit, because she did me a favour, in a difficult place.
fuck, no one has an idea just how depressing it is to be the center of the fools' attention, like a monkey in a circus.
which explains why the swimmer woman with her late coming into the fray, the daughter as well, mean something to me. Even... peaches, I suppose.
