Friday, 8 November 2013

ANGRY? ... THAT AINT EVEN A... TENTH OF IT, NOOOO!!!


I KNOW that things are beyond critical because i SHOULD be feeling something but all I have is a detached sense of surreality to everything. Like, I am thinking that the reason why I met that girl at the fish hoek library who smiled at me then inexplicably left was because my SHIFTY Friend KNEW this, which happened today, would happen. Wont be thefirst time God has led me under false assumptions, mostly, deniably, MY assumptions, of course,because I rated myself with HIM as I assumed or thought He looked at me, based on His dealings with people in the past. So, when this morning, even late last night, as I climbed the mountain, I got THOSE lyrics from that song again "I will be gone in the morning, when, you awake and find, I'm no longer there"I assumed that this was all rubbish. Ok, I had put my feelings out there, and now I had been plain about my pain, so what could go wrong, again? And force me to move on? Nothing, of course. Right? Wrong! First indication of wrong was when miss short and dumpy suddenly appeared behind me as I tried to display stuff, on her way back to the gallery from olympia bakery. Of course, it took no genius to figure out what that meant, and so, if SHE thought she was off the hook, then...? My unpleasant day was just getting bad. After the woman came mr butt-head or was that AFTER the jewish girl had walked past as well? Needless to say I could not help but laugh. And almost choked on it to see HERSELF, in the flesh crawl by, in the traffic holdup, and look away from me. (Things people would do to protect those they hold dear, right? Like tweak the lion's tail and expect to walk away whole... ). I was not watching, but neither was I particularly surprised to see she had parked her car right THERE,yep, where I could see and where the restaurant of that guy- oh, by the way, we talking MR Big Bucks here, since he is Mr Habour House, and who knows what else, which means I will retain a measure of satisfaction when I have his head set like a buck's head and mounted in the gallery, I mean, I said I have only one such opportunity, and I intend to use it - and later on, when I had become fed up with the whole sillines, I walked away. Would have prefered to just be gone altogether, but vinnie, whose perception seems uncanny, decided he needed some of his stuff from his house. Went there, spent time chatting with his wife, and came back, only to have the same foursome who pissed me off before do so again. And that did it. They were going to the "new" house. They are all dead. All of them. Now, there is nothing stopping me from exerting my power and influence on this world then. Let war commence!!! Five women indeed it has taken to piss me off, so, I am now completely mad. Fuck this! And I have no place as yet to hide in so I do not destroy vinnie as well, hmmmmm!