The End

OK,so maybe someone out there actually assumes that when I do or say things, there is a part of me that moves backward or cares what people dp, but IREALLY DO NOT CARE. Yesterday, Icame to kalk bayfrom wynberg &... waited for whoever wanted 2 make an issue to do so. NOBODY DID. I also tried to figure out the 'summer attire' of the cop in the story, which at first I had deduced to mean hell, which is consistent with the way I had evolved later and I was wondering whether the cop asking me "what have I done to you?" really meant anything to me, and I discovered that I did not give a damn, butI was wondering just WTF God meant when HE said to me(ifit WAS Him) " Not everything you wantis everything you really need" and THAT is a line from Shaggy's song "Keeping it Real" and THAT stopped me from being unruly and destructive all at once, as I wanted to. ANYWAY thing is, I decided that I would not go and kill my family,because I left home, and it was making me small being my mama's boy. SO, I WOULD NOT GO BACK. BUT THEN,THINGS GOT INTERESTING. WE had some late money inflows, andtherefore,because we were both staring at emptylarders, me and vinnie decided to go with the zulu guy to pick-n-pay, and since the guy had heard me sing sean paul's esaloca, and since i am 99% certain that he also reads my postsand then pretends to be all-knowing with his insinuations and "church" rhetoric and associated bullshit, I wondered at his "generosity" at letting me use his phone to listen to some music while re-arranging his playlists ANYWAY I was in a good mood, but then, when we reachedpick-n-pay I was accosted by the woman with her moustache and with her daughter, and treated with a display of her at my elbow, and her even in my face to show me she had shaved. But her moustache would grow later yes? Anyway God did His "claiming me' bit by reminding me of the song "jah love" whose insistent line was "love your life /remember not to indulge in no war and strife" andso I decided I would not listen Today, though the small mother waylaid me as Icame down the mountain: I glared at her, she said"good morning" and i thought of giving her the finger, then decided that people were still civilised here,and, anyway, as i mentioned about my intolerance, and I had been worrying about the shoulder thing of this olympia chick :- it would keep on eating me up, i thought she was a good alternative to THAT one, since she had a pleasing body, provided that, she did NOT piss me off about the mother-hood thing. SHE DID NOT SHOW UP WITH her sprogs, even later, though I did see them assholes and even the dead man walking, who went from shouting my way to runningjust to get past me - dickless fool- just so he could dispose of trash as well as get to the bombi - stombi. BUT it was the clueless c.a.chick who got me into overdrive, because for some reason the fact that I said cerrtain things and then decided to just ... chill... gave her, as usual, the impression that i wasback to my senses and so the bitch walks past me almost literally arm in arm with some guy, andI am like, OK, so you have proved your point, you are dead. NO MORE MR NICE GUY. SAME GOES FOR THAT FUNNY HAIRED CHICK WHO DECIDED SHE WOULD CHECK UP ON ME AFTER WALKING WITH SOME GUY. HELL, THE MAV IS ON THE WARPATH. ANYWAY tomorrow night I move into my new place, get my anger up to stratospheric killing point, and then i Start reaping. FUCK by THIS Saturday, everyone in the WORLD will know me. the beast is unleashed,yesssss!