After what happened yesterday, which i will tell you fo just now, I have been doing some... research on the numbers gang, which is something that i find... necessary... since I am in a sort of prison of my own.
Apparently, according to wikipedia, the number 27 does NOT exist.
there are the 26s and the 28s, and the 28s are split into two, the warriors and the sex slaves, with the 26s as the wealth gatherers. Funny, but i find it apt, for myself, at present, GRRRRR!Yesterday I said someone would piss me off,a nd this happened, literally, when the dead-man-walking walked his dogs past me, on the way to kalk bay harbour or something, and he ignored my glaring at him, and walked back again, and by then, i was determined I would have his hide- if there had been no intervention.
One of his dogs decided to shit where vinnie and I were sitting, having coffe,and i seized my chance, told him he would have to clean that up, at which the arrogant asshole decided he would show me he knew that this place was his and I could tell him noth9ing. before he had finished speaking, I threw my half cup of coffee at him, and battle was joined, and once we were grappling, it happened again.
i was as weak as a kitten. I could have thrown the guy off me like a woman tosses her wet hair, but fuck, I could not even prise his arms off me as we rolled on the ground and he was pinning me, a not of hysteria in his voice as he told people to get off him, because he thought they would aid him against me. meanwhile, i was like, "Oh, shit, not again!", and when i banged my head against the bricks bordering the pavement, i could not help but feel the irony of the moment;- asshole later thought he had bruised me, which was when i threw a punch at him, pissed as I was.
I may as well have been pulling my punches, because i connected with othing. trid kickijng, but there was no impact, and so, i thought, fuck this, fuck You God, and walked away.
Asshole later came back, with a stick, according to vinnie,. but i walked in the road where i usually met him, and saw nothing.
guess, when it comes right down to it, I live for war, and nothing else much after that. So, i will NOT listen to any of these 'love your life, remember not to indulge in no war and strife' songs, since THAT is all I am about. the funny thing about everything is that i have been seeing just how something I said a long time back gets distilled back again and comes as something 'wise' or new, like i had said that i wanted a certain number of women,and then there is the (x=2x-3) statement which is, as i figure out, just a way of telling me that there are three women , bla, bla.
fuck that, I know it makes NO sense to anyone at present, but I ... suppose... that what matters to me are women that are easily accessible as... sex... slaves, and these would have to be 28 in number, as i leave, or go my way, and the weird irony of everything is that I am not so certain it is God that is making me so weak, because He would NOT act so, it is NOT in the nature of the Great I Am to horde strength, it is more in keeping with the obnoxious holy spirit.
So, I am announcing war, and this time, taking it all the way to the end.
beginning with setting myself free. i will be coming back to kalk bay, and will try to avid any embarrasments to vinnie, but i am all set for one thing, and that is war, war, war, and NOTHING else.
And i will make it physical as well. Oh, yesss!
the dead man walking is dead by MY hand, and this time I will let NOTHING stand in my way, NOOOO!|
I suppose, since her daughter is sitting just next to me, i am taking that st-peters mother, as well as the daughter, but the boy, whe will have to store somewhere else, because i am NOT parent material, whether in absentia or literally.
that makes two.
then, i suppose I lack but four women, discounting the two overseas, the dutch girl and the german girl, to make up my number, and well, it would be fitting if I had these as well, the woman with the cleft chin, whose house is near the container;- she spoke straight to my... libido... as well as the other girl with her cleft chin.
after that, maybe the OTHER contemporary art chick, not the argumentative one, and then, maybe the girl that was with the dead man walking. I intend to find out where i stand with ... these, yessss!|
But, it is... war, war, war!
And I will NOT back down, no way, no way, no way. The end is here, and it is YOUR end, fools. I will cut you down to shreds and destroy you.
Apparently, according to wikipedia, the number 27 does NOT exist.
there are the 26s and the 28s, and the 28s are split into two, the warriors and the sex slaves, with the 26s as the wealth gatherers. Funny, but i find it apt, for myself, at present, GRRRRR!Yesterday I said someone would piss me off,a nd this happened, literally, when the dead-man-walking walked his dogs past me, on the way to kalk bay harbour or something, and he ignored my glaring at him, and walked back again, and by then, i was determined I would have his hide- if there had been no intervention.
One of his dogs decided to shit where vinnie and I were sitting, having coffe,and i seized my chance, told him he would have to clean that up, at which the arrogant asshole decided he would show me he knew that this place was his and I could tell him noth9ing. before he had finished speaking, I threw my half cup of coffee at him, and battle was joined, and once we were grappling, it happened again.
i was as weak as a kitten. I could have thrown the guy off me like a woman tosses her wet hair, but fuck, I could not even prise his arms off me as we rolled on the ground and he was pinning me, a not of hysteria in his voice as he told people to get off him, because he thought they would aid him against me. meanwhile, i was like, "Oh, shit, not again!", and when i banged my head against the bricks bordering the pavement, i could not help but feel the irony of the moment;- asshole later thought he had bruised me, which was when i threw a punch at him, pissed as I was.
I may as well have been pulling my punches, because i connected with othing. trid kickijng, but there was no impact, and so, i thought, fuck this, fuck You God, and walked away.
Asshole later came back, with a stick, according to vinnie,. but i walked in the road where i usually met him, and saw nothing.
guess, when it comes right down to it, I live for war, and nothing else much after that. So, i will NOT listen to any of these 'love your life, remember not to indulge in no war and strife' songs, since THAT is all I am about. the funny thing about everything is that i have been seeing just how something I said a long time back gets distilled back again and comes as something 'wise' or new, like i had said that i wanted a certain number of women,and then there is the (x=2x-3) statement which is, as i figure out, just a way of telling me that there are three women , bla, bla.
fuck that, I know it makes NO sense to anyone at present, but I ... suppose... that what matters to me are women that are easily accessible as... sex... slaves, and these would have to be 28 in number, as i leave, or go my way, and the weird irony of everything is that I am not so certain it is God that is making me so weak, because He would NOT act so, it is NOT in the nature of the Great I Am to horde strength, it is more in keeping with the obnoxious holy spirit.
So, I am announcing war, and this time, taking it all the way to the end.
beginning with setting myself free. i will be coming back to kalk bay, and will try to avid any embarrasments to vinnie, but i am all set for one thing, and that is war, war, war, and NOTHING else.
And i will make it physical as well. Oh, yesss!
the dead man walking is dead by MY hand, and this time I will let NOTHING stand in my way, NOOOO!|
I suppose, since her daughter is sitting just next to me, i am taking that st-peters mother, as well as the daughter, but the boy, whe will have to store somewhere else, because i am NOT parent material, whether in absentia or literally.
that makes two.
then, i suppose I lack but four women, discounting the two overseas, the dutch girl and the german girl, to make up my number, and well, it would be fitting if I had these as well, the woman with the cleft chin, whose house is near the container;- she spoke straight to my... libido... as well as the other girl with her cleft chin.
after that, maybe the OTHER contemporary art chick, not the argumentative one, and then, maybe the girl that was with the dead man walking. I intend to find out where i stand with ... these, yessss!|
But, it is... war, war, war!
And I will NOT back down, no way, no way, no way. The end is here, and it is YOUR end, fools. I will cut you down to shreds and destroy you.
blood again!
yesterday another ghetto youth them shot again
yesterday another ghetto youth them shot again
fire fir the wicked fire fir the heathen
as the likkle youth rise they try fir keep him down again...
tell them that I no like the way we living
because the way we live is a sin
because the youth them out of their living
in this crazy world we living in...
tell them that I no like the way we living
because the way we live is a sin
because the youth them out of their living
in this crazy world we living in...
the LORD of War has arisen, and well, this is gonna be so painful... yesss, yesss, oh yessss!
