Snap, forgot to tell you, all you fools that still keep popping up thinking that if you show up with your wives i will remember the scuba woman shit and relent... when a crocodile snaps its jaws shut, you would need a bomb to force them apart, and in so doing destroy even what you are trying to save.I snapped MY jaws shut when i decided that judge was uppermost, and, though I love the girl, well, that does not extend to the rest of you. You are DEAD. Families, friends, dogs, cats, et.c.
now listen harder
madder than the other
we serious
like a judge
no joke ting
we nuh jim carey
and nobody nuh dare fir laugh when dem hear we
we nuh funny
man man
we nuh funny no no no
Thing is, people, I hate being put in a situation where i have to puzzle people out, see, and get to the bottom of their actions and find out what makes them tick, as if these said people are, you know, worth me spending MY time puzzling them out, see?
today, though I was rather taken aback when the swimmer woman decided to put her two cents worth in the fray as well. I was really at the garage from the time the silly woman- the silly woman I am interested in, not THIS one- decided to come and show herself off, because, probably whoever spies for her had told her how every conceivable woman was coming out of the woodwork and attracting my interest. so, she decided to ... sort of... compromise, and appeared in her disgusting high heels- well, at least I did not get to get my ears assaulted by her intrusion into my personal space, because i glared at her as she spoke on the phone, after she had parked her new ride right where I was supposed to see it -she ditched the CR-V for some reason, and she was apparently running the other day to get to her new set of wheels so i could see them, and maybe be... impressed, or relieved;- maybe dear mike bought them for her, or something, and it was getting to her, or she wanted to come down to my level, who knows, or cares, as far as i am concerned, i am NOT decided about killing her, and THAT is what I am musing on right now-- and, anyway, when I turned away from her, that is when I saw red-britches, only she had on some skirt, come back to lay her claim or something. Which, to me raised an interesting question;- why was she showing me her ... child... NOW? One obvious reason could be that, since my "yes" yesterday apparently was heard by the foursome, three of whom are dead, and the fourth, if i have to kill her, i would do it PERSONALLY, so, at least i would have the chance to kill mike personally as well, but if I do not kill her, then, to spare myself more horror at my memories, in the VERY long short that she can ever be reconciled to me, i would have to just send him to hell without touching him. Anyway, about my 'yes';- so, if she had waited till NOW, when she thought I had rejected the apple of my eye, then that meant i was on the button about the kid. Now, THIS other vision i had had was about a woman saying, "so what am I, a recess project?", and while i know nothing about anyone saying that, at least what i know is there exists, in all three time frames -past, present, future (at the time of the incident)- who could have been ... ditched at the altar by me, because i was trying to do "something more constructive with my time", and, well, that would be her. And since i know NOTHING of such an incident, then it is also proper that i know nothing of the child, or of someone with his right arm -tied up then- around some other chick telling her to be his little on the side, and her actually looking a bit to her left side, but a bit down, like hip level, like... sexwise?... thinking about it, and then shaking her head and deciding no...that she was even IN that situation makes me boil with rage, and frankly, I am beginning to wonder at myself, whether i am just being stubborn so that i can get her in my hands, and then kill her, or if there is even a glimmer of a way out where I would not always be so.... ANGRY... at this woman. I am beginning to doubt all this, for real.
Anyway, i went to the garage because i was wondering just what .. kind... of insect this woman took me for, and I spent time there, till i decided to come spy the lay of the land, and saw this small car STILL parked where i was supposed to see it. I turned my back on it, and looked for the stuff I needed to use, and as i was making my way back, who should show up but the swimmer woman, with a woman companion. i had casually taken them in standing by the gallery entrance, and not really paid attention, because my ego is on overdrive here, and i am waiting for... anyway, she walked past me with said companion, and i looked her over, noting,( as i had noted the ... apple of my eye... the other time she showed up in a skirt and sensible footgear- and STILL ignored me- that she had blonde hairs on her arms) that she looked better WITHOUT her clothes, no ass at all, and that dreadful blue nail-paint, and was that ACTUALLY a wedding ring on her hand? Yes it was. For real. I was walking away, back to the garage, but i had to come back anyway, because eddie wanted to push his wares, and there was no one else to mind the stall. So, i came, and pointedly ignored the car. till mr-imp decided to come, stand where he could see both me and car, and try to gauge if I was not looking at it, and being sucked into the longing thing. So, just to make MY point, I pointedly sat with my back to it, and him, and thought that THAT would get across to him, that I SAID I am killing all of them, and am NOT changing my mind. I did not get through, because he kept showing up. I mean, I MUST seem like a little kid, for real. no wonder the woman treats me with such obvious disrespect, like I am a partly trained pet that needs to learn better manners, and know that if it behaves in THIS way, it will get ... flowers... and in this way, it will get... to see a foursome... but OK, if it behaves in THIS way, maybe it will get to see a skirt, as she laughs at someone on the phone, but wait till you REALLY behave.
Fuck, she is dead. I will NOT take any more of this.
Ah, fuck, that is ONE decision I am completely unable to make, myself, at least not a present, for some weird reason, which even I can not begin to... unravel. maybe I do see through all these things and wish she would just clean up her act and not piss me off by doing things that leave me so jealous, and treating me like a kid. I mean, i can kill almost everyone else and not have any qualms about it, and not care if there are repercussions or not, but when it comes to her, i am... fuck... bound. because my natural impulses are overuled here. I make up my mind she is dead, and then, sit and thinks something else, and immediately that intent melts away. But woman is fucking up my life, and my self-respect, and i can not handle the stress anymore. but you know what they say, where there is a will, there is a way. I just think she is going to do something else to anger me, and then tip me over the edge, because on my own, i am unable to go overboard, as far as she is concerned. but then, who the fuck believes all thisn bullshit. I am, after all, just mountain trash that will not learn when it has been told to shove off, right? Maybe, just to really piss her off, i will do as i have been thinking all along. I can not take her sister, because she is, was, apparently involved with someone, but her friend or fellow workmate , short and dumpy, will probably suffice. fuck, why limit myself. i am thinking that, since it is such a heartache to think of one person, why not take the twenty women?
is there a reason why I should not? hmm, i will think about that one.then, maybe if I have an answer, i will kill her anyway, because this waiting sucks.
we no funny man no no!
ok, then, I am a jealous man, and would like to preoccupy myself with what interests me, and i hate people anyway, and well, there is the case of how the fuck i would deal with the waste of people in a space ship where i like minimum labour, and well, twenty odd women is a bit too much, for me. And taxing as well. And i do not happen to love any of them. and i hate company. unless it is of my own choosing. Oh, God, this sucks.
ok, I will not go there, and anyway, Ok, I was a bit over the edge with these other people, her workmates and stuff, so i will let THEM off the hook, after all, the imp DID remind me of the 'self covering' people, and so, whether i want to kill them, there are things even I respect, which is some due respect afforded me, even in these unlikely times. So, i will let THEM off the hook, and not indiscriminately kill them all off. even the dead man walking. Sure, he has tried, and i can not ignore that. Ok, so he gets off. BUT NOT MIKE. Fuck, I would look for a reason if I needed one, to kill him. NO ONE tries to upstage me, NO ONE intrudes on my turf, NO ONE makes a fool of me.... and well, he can pick any of those. I consider him dead, dead, dead, regardless of what the silly woman does. YESSSSS. I have spoken. yes, and the three who made up the foursome, and every one she smiled at, because she was pissing me off, and, well, I can ad to that. I have a feeling that i will. Fuck, then, I will NOT kill your child. How can I? Happy? Now, will you stop making me so unhappy? or will you run away again. I hate this. leave your child with someone. Ok, i will not kill that dude who looks like mike who made such an effort on his bike, and any of the asshole's relations.
fuck, i am beginning to sound like father christmas here. Ok, who do I kill? well, easy, put disrespect into it, and that covers well, everyone that i do not like. It is beginning to sound like I am going to have more than 500 people remain alive on this part of the world. Well,who cares. I do not. But, Ok, I will... try to... think things through here> i was just reflecting about the line "the ones we hurt are you and me"
fuck, it must be love, right? is that what it is. feeling like murdering smeone one minute because she just does NOT understand you and yet you can not live without her? maybe I really needed this. However, with MY luck, she will find a way to spit in my face again. But her sister is dead. No two ways about that. Ok, I will spare mike's significant other, but hell, where my pride is not being trampled on, i am easy. maybe i can get some peace now. maybe. What are the odds?
