everything that I touch
turns to ashes at a clutch
i am too much!
ha ha
So, before I gloat too much, and start with my unruly rule, which, as i said, begins with but a word, let me fill you in on what happened over the course of the last two days.
i left the library and without having to try, projected an image of a pathetic lost soul that was at the end of his tether, someone that was ready to receive some TLC if someone could just come out and deliver the much needed wake up kick to the behind to make me like a normal person.
And, so, like some fool that NEVER sees the obvious right in front of her nose, the little mama, after obviously seeing that the assy chick who was never one to NOT miss such an opportunity did NOT even show, decided to walk past me, again, with her S.O. yesterday, after having seen me walk up the mountain in the rain with nothing in my hands. They went down and turned left at the blue bottle. I did not obviously kill myself, so she came again, with the same guy, and searched my face for 'ouch' marks and I took one look at her, turned my head away, and focused on something else.
So, she came dwon again, with the same guy, and walked to the beach, and immediately afterwards, her #*%#$! of a son decided to walk past smirking as usual, and I chuckled happily to myself.
Game, set, Match. Now, the Warlord is ready to rolll, yesssssss!
So, let me illustrate something to you, eh, AFTER I , of course, mention something the little mother said the first time she was showing me just what an asshole I was and i was sitting at the low wall that separates vinnie's stall from the main road's pavement, and she and her guy walked past and she said, ina stage whisper, "he looks perfectly healthy", as if i should have been disgustingly sickly, what with me being hiv-positive and dying and all that, see?
This is the thing, I will not leave her in the dark about just how, spectacular I really am. It has become obscenely normal for me to be unusual, and so, of course, one could not do as i do, and live.
now, the reason why I decided i would die of hiv was that my sisterk, the accident prone one that never a chance in life, fell ill with my full knowledge, and i decided I would not live or accept any good thing from God's hand if she died.
I ahave NO idea whether she is alive or not, but then, i would KNOW if she was dead. She does not have my own protection from sickness, but then, as any physicist knows, NATURE abhors a vacuum. I can speak, and whatever I say can and WILL happen, because NOTHING in all of creation can resist ME, and I mean NOTHING. If God called His sprirt but dust, and I have dominiojn over ALL the earth, over everything that creeps over it, then I rule OVER the said spirit, anyway, and so, what I say GOES, with no authority being able to overrun me, EVER.
So, this is MY fist ... speech.
because the woman doubted, i will SHOW her what is the 'true it, real dancehall its undiluted', yes. My sikness goes, with all the ravages of time, stariaght to her son, and my sister's to her daughter, and she will SEE just what the fuck was supposed to happen, happen, when nature acts on those bound by nature, and all that she will remember till she herself dies, and goes to hell
tsk tsk, you do NOT kick the War Lord in the balls, ever!, yes? no! Never!
Now, another thing;- I am NOT looking for love, or even for fans among you assholes, because I walk and march to the beat of MY wn drum. One type of person i am looking for, which is why among my ensemble of women, the twenty at least, there is NO virgin, not even a woman that would make me, a solid black man, repectable back home. NO, I intend to piss my mother off with all these women, and if she so much as comes ut and tries to say a single word, then i am onto her like a magnet to iron filings. I intend to stick the needle on the softest part of her ass, and make her feel the pain, and she will either have to swallow it, or she will try to show me, a piece of shit that came between her legs, just what an idiot I am.
so, as i said, the last time, this is NOT about the silly females. I do not want quality women, I want the .... well... shit part.
which is why I have been ... fishing, selecting them, and giving them nothing but the truth, letting them come out and piss me off, come under snstence of death, and then face the... choice... come and become MY pices of shit, or die,a nd spend eternity in hell,
Well, then, i can scratch ONE real piece of shit.
But then, as beanie man sang in his song in the shanghai riddim
i left the library and without having to try, projected an image of a pathetic lost soul that was at the end of his tether, someone that was ready to receive some TLC if someone could just come out and deliver the much needed wake up kick to the behind to make me like a normal person.
And, so, like some fool that NEVER sees the obvious right in front of her nose, the little mama, after obviously seeing that the assy chick who was never one to NOT miss such an opportunity did NOT even show, decided to walk past me, again, with her S.O. yesterday, after having seen me walk up the mountain in the rain with nothing in my hands. They went down and turned left at the blue bottle. I did not obviously kill myself, so she came again, with the same guy, and searched my face for 'ouch' marks and I took one look at her, turned my head away, and focused on something else.
So, she came dwon again, with the same guy, and walked to the beach, and immediately afterwards, her #*%#$! of a son decided to walk past smirking as usual, and I chuckled happily to myself.
Game, set, Match. Now, the Warlord is ready to rolll, yesssssss!
So, let me illustrate something to you, eh, AFTER I , of course, mention something the little mother said the first time she was showing me just what an asshole I was and i was sitting at the low wall that separates vinnie's stall from the main road's pavement, and she and her guy walked past and she said, ina stage whisper, "he looks perfectly healthy", as if i should have been disgustingly sickly, what with me being hiv-positive and dying and all that, see?
This is the thing, I will not leave her in the dark about just how, spectacular I really am. It has become obscenely normal for me to be unusual, and so, of course, one could not do as i do, and live.
now, the reason why I decided i would die of hiv was that my sisterk, the accident prone one that never a chance in life, fell ill with my full knowledge, and i decided I would not live or accept any good thing from God's hand if she died.
I ahave NO idea whether she is alive or not, but then, i would KNOW if she was dead. She does not have my own protection from sickness, but then, as any physicist knows, NATURE abhors a vacuum. I can speak, and whatever I say can and WILL happen, because NOTHING in all of creation can resist ME, and I mean NOTHING. If God called His sprirt but dust, and I have dominiojn over ALL the earth, over everything that creeps over it, then I rule OVER the said spirit, anyway, and so, what I say GOES, with no authority being able to overrun me, EVER.
So, this is MY fist ... speech.
because the woman doubted, i will SHOW her what is the 'true it, real dancehall its undiluted', yes. My sikness goes, with all the ravages of time, stariaght to her son, and my sister's to her daughter, and she will SEE just what the fuck was supposed to happen, happen, when nature acts on those bound by nature, and all that she will remember till she herself dies, and goes to hell
tsk tsk, you do NOT kick the War Lord in the balls, ever!, yes? no! Never!
Now, another thing;- I am NOT looking for love, or even for fans among you assholes, because I walk and march to the beat of MY wn drum. One type of person i am looking for, which is why among my ensemble of women, the twenty at least, there is NO virgin, not even a woman that would make me, a solid black man, repectable back home. NO, I intend to piss my mother off with all these women, and if she so much as comes ut and tries to say a single word, then i am onto her like a magnet to iron filings. I intend to stick the needle on the softest part of her ass, and make her feel the pain, and she will either have to swallow it, or she will try to show me, a piece of shit that came between her legs, just what an idiot I am.
so, as i said, the last time, this is NOT about the silly females. I do not want quality women, I want the .... well... shit part.
which is why I have been ... fishing, selecting them, and giving them nothing but the truth, letting them come out and piss me off, come under snstence of death, and then face the... choice... come and become MY pices of shit, or die,a nd spend eternity in hell,
Well, then, i can scratch ONE real piece of shit.
But then, as beanie man sang in his song in the shanghai riddim
I say down town
tong for tong again
kingship
i wear them crown again
better than the
keeping doubts again....
this one is dedicated to all the ghetto youths
look inna yourself and know who know are should
you are now worthy man to be tried and be sued
you have to rise up and take the right route
so let me say
open up your eyes
better you realise
ghettoe youths should be wiser than wise
dont be surprised
the limit is the sky
come sing the punchline>>>
tong for tong again
kingship
i wear them crown again
better than the
keeping doubts again....
this one is dedicated to all the ghetto youths
look inna yourself and know who know are should
you are now worthy man to be tried and be sued
you have to rise up and take the right route
so let me say
open up your eyes
better you realise
ghettoe youths should be wiser than wise
dont be surprised
the limit is the sky
come sing the punchline>>>
So, I had to remove doubt, and see just who was stupid enough to never learn.
Now, the assy chick, she is very stupid. She thought that God would somehow stop me from finishing the car I was making, so I could not get a place so I could not explode, and thus end her life,and she came one time and looked very tense, at my handiwork, convinced herself that I was a long way off from doing anything, and then decided to call up that guy and then be seen walking hand in hand near me. STUPID broad! When she probably had a talk with her mother, who was busy analysing me as I sat at vinnie's aas well as the last time I was being lectured to on my temper, she decided to eat humble pie, but then, she had me go through the embarrassment of seeing some shithead p[ut a hand on her ass, and then kiss her. I wonder if her mother HAS an ass as good as that one, because I would want the daughter to see ME not only PUT my hand on her ass, kiss her, but ALSO put my dick in her, while she moans about her lack of honesty to begin with.
tsk tsk, you do not kick the Warlord in the balls.
I will also have her, the daughter anyway, because it pleases me to so wound the one person that made such a mockery of me and tried to put me in my place;- the contemporary art chick, who should somehow dig someplace in my psost and find the post where I wrote that i saw God in a vision one sunday morning. if i did not elaborate, thing is, I was complaining that I say a lot of things but nothing happens.
Ok, then, the 'guy' of that guest house was the reason, and I wanted to take him and her out, but then,it turns out that his real girfriend showed up to show me my mistkle and she was a few centimeters from me the other time I passed by. So now, since she and I know the truth, and I hate being controlled by some piece of shit, she betetr fall in line, or i will find something appropriate for her
same goes for the woman who tried the same trick michelle trried on me, the st-peters woman and her daughter
Now, the assy chick, she is very stupid. She thought that God would somehow stop me from finishing the car I was making, so I could not get a place so I could not explode, and thus end her life,and she came one time and looked very tense, at my handiwork, convinced herself that I was a long way off from doing anything, and then decided to call up that guy and then be seen walking hand in hand near me. STUPID broad! When she probably had a talk with her mother, who was busy analysing me as I sat at vinnie's aas well as the last time I was being lectured to on my temper, she decided to eat humble pie, but then, she had me go through the embarrassment of seeing some shithead p[ut a hand on her ass, and then kiss her. I wonder if her mother HAS an ass as good as that one, because I would want the daughter to see ME not only PUT my hand on her ass, kiss her, but ALSO put my dick in her, while she moans about her lack of honesty to begin with.
tsk tsk, you do not kick the Warlord in the balls.
I will also have her, the daughter anyway, because it pleases me to so wound the one person that made such a mockery of me and tried to put me in my place;- the contemporary art chick, who should somehow dig someplace in my psost and find the post where I wrote that i saw God in a vision one sunday morning. if i did not elaborate, thing is, I was complaining that I say a lot of things but nothing happens.
Ok, then, the 'guy' of that guest house was the reason, and I wanted to take him and her out, but then,it turns out that his real girfriend showed up to show me my mistkle and she was a few centimeters from me the other time I passed by. So now, since she and I know the truth, and I hate being controlled by some piece of shit, she betetr fall in line, or i will find something appropriate for her
same goes for the woman who tried the same trick michelle trried on me, the st-peters woman and her daughter
