Ok, so i have a few loose screws and it doesn't take much to get whatever is in my head to descend to my toes, but when one is SPECIFIC about what pisses one off, and the person STILL does it, then the person is telling you that you are a real asshole, right? and a little child that can have the wool pulled over his eyes easily, yes?
fuck it, I am NOT going to take any more of this .NO.
first, I will blow off some steam, and then get to specifics, yesss!God, You asshole, You not only force Yourself into my life, but You start organising it, ignoring the fact that I neither welcome nor appreciate Your... help..., because we never reached an agreement, and now, You have me waiting on You, waiting for Your fucked up... plans... to work, and then I move on to stage 2 of YOUR pissant plans designed only to have You acknowledged as some kind of superior being, and now, I am NOT even able to DO anything because You KEEP me alive You piece of fucked up, screw-face shit, and I am like a fucking paraplegic You idiot!. HAAAAAAAA! Fuck, if i could get my hands on You I would hold nothing back, You asshole, SHIT!.
Fuck YOU!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!
But, mike, I CAN get my hands on YOU, and I tell YOU that YOUR days are not only numbered, but I WILL tear YOU to pieces, and definitely put YOUR head up there in the gallery, and expose it, put the head on the internet, and use it as a screen saver, because I CAN reach you, and NOTHING will save you, whether you run or whatever. Why? because I do not like you, and i have to try to figure out if there is anything between you and this idiot chick that I would rather have dead but can not because... fuck, I have no fucking idea. you appear to have some kind of involvement with her, and THAT is enough to arouse all my anger, and so, whether you stick around and keep on pushing your face into my business -which is whatever I decide to make it, and this time, that chick is IT- then you are dead, and how i go about it is MY prerogative. but know that you are dead. And everything that calls your worthless carcass a relation, old or young, distant or near, yessss!
that will, amuse me, yes!
Of course I am crazy, i mean who would be sane when he finds he can hit as hard as he can some wall, and not only feel no lasting pain, but break no bones, can not die, and has an... inclination.. to rend and tear every living thing that lives simply because it is .... THERE... unless of course it happens to be some.... attractive woman that does not remind him of his mother. like happened today. But, if the above theme song happens to be the same one i used to hear when I was watching the cartoon with baloo and that monkey, then there is a scream in it, that kinda reflects my own ... feelings... at present, yessssss!
yep, but it is sort of tame compared to what I really feel like doing.
Fuck, I am screaming mad, is there no mad song here that I can play, hmmm!
Fuck, this is not bad, for an insane song, yesssss? yessssss!
Ok, so, there, I suppose I am certifiably insane, yes?
I mean, what do you ... expect... with a face like THAT. every thought of mine is for war, and war only, yesssss!
War, confrontation, death, yessssss!
Apparently bob marley, whose music I do not like mush, had a song chant down babylon which you can hear after the song above finishes and you click on the thingamajigga that appears after.
but, trinity, yessss!
do you think or you know you secure? I will not ven ave time to listen to trinity, but this other song is there, as well!
fuck it, I am NOT going to take any more of this .NO.
first, I will blow off some steam, and then get to specifics, yesss!God, You asshole, You not only force Yourself into my life, but You start organising it, ignoring the fact that I neither welcome nor appreciate Your... help..., because we never reached an agreement, and now, You have me waiting on You, waiting for Your fucked up... plans... to work, and then I move on to stage 2 of YOUR pissant plans designed only to have You acknowledged as some kind of superior being, and now, I am NOT even able to DO anything because You KEEP me alive You piece of fucked up, screw-face shit, and I am like a fucking paraplegic You idiot!. HAAAAAAAA! Fuck, if i could get my hands on You I would hold nothing back, You asshole, SHIT!.
Fuck YOU!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!
But, mike, I CAN get my hands on YOU, and I tell YOU that YOUR days are not only numbered, but I WILL tear YOU to pieces, and definitely put YOUR head up there in the gallery, and expose it, put the head on the internet, and use it as a screen saver, because I CAN reach you, and NOTHING will save you, whether you run or whatever. Why? because I do not like you, and i have to try to figure out if there is anything between you and this idiot chick that I would rather have dead but can not because... fuck, I have no fucking idea. you appear to have some kind of involvement with her, and THAT is enough to arouse all my anger, and so, whether you stick around and keep on pushing your face into my business -which is whatever I decide to make it, and this time, that chick is IT- then you are dead, and how i go about it is MY prerogative. but know that you are dead. And everything that calls your worthless carcass a relation, old or young, distant or near, yessss!
that will, amuse me, yes!
Of course I am crazy, i mean who would be sane when he finds he can hit as hard as he can some wall, and not only feel no lasting pain, but break no bones, can not die, and has an... inclination.. to rend and tear every living thing that lives simply because it is .... THERE... unless of course it happens to be some.... attractive woman that does not remind him of his mother. like happened today. But, if the above theme song happens to be the same one i used to hear when I was watching the cartoon with baloo and that monkey, then there is a scream in it, that kinda reflects my own ... feelings... at present, yessssss!
yep, but it is sort of tame compared to what I really feel like doing.
Fuck, I am screaming mad, is there no mad song here that I can play, hmmm!
me nuh listen to chat him out
me nuh listen to chat him out
my king came to blot it out
east west...
my king burn up everywhere...
and no everyone gonna like you,
nuff of them still are go fight you
make them gwaan why them nuh like you>>>
march out a serious thing
we no take chat watch the words where you fling
we no take chat watch the words where you fling
ah no lip service thing
me no carbon copy
me nuh follow man
i bag a girl like solomon... yeah you get it!
me nuh listen to chat him out
my king came to blot it out
east west...
my king burn up everywhere...
and no everyone gonna like you,
nuff of them still are go fight you
make them gwaan why them nuh like you>>>
yeah, I make YOU gwaan you pieces of shit! I am going to topple your fucking world and pull everything apart, and you will hate the day any of you decided to step on my toes, because I will tear everything apart, ha ha, and who is the idiot that thinks he or she can stop me, or make me change from my set course, you insignificant... ants!
Ok, before coming here, i snapped at vinnie, and i was saying fuck all that, now I will stop even associating with him, and just carry on and destroy everything, and immediately, that small voice decided to tell me, "please expect the unexpected". I was in a good-ish mood, because i was eating a pie, and so i waited to 'see' this unexpected thing, and a guy dressed just like vinnie walked past, and it did not hit me till now, that I owe him an apology, or some such thing. So, I guess I will be signing off in a small while, after saying that, as far as I am concerned, the ONLY rules I recognise are MY rules, and the only LAW i respect is mine. I was thginking I would get sarah for myself, but as she told vinnie, she really IS taken, and so, she is, unfortunately dead, soon.
however peaches pitched up, and well, she was apparently there on sunday, with some guy vinnie stopped to talk to, as we walked to his home, after a brief stop over at the market, and he called that guy her boyfriend, and i did not even stop and look, because i was pissed off by the faggot son, and... well, she showed up today, and showed me her ... ass... and she had her mother with her, and when I turned to look after she had smiled at me tentatively as she passed and i was forced to say 'hi' because it was so uncomfortable to keep my glare on her as she passed, she came back again, bought some water and walked past again. Ok, so tell ME gwaan, before i kill you, woman, because i recall you showing up lots of times at the olympia, with a jersey thing, and always with this bald headed guy, and you would hold hands as you walked past, you in a jersey that shaped your ass, and one time i was walking in the road that runs past the chartfield guest house, and you and the guy appeared before me. Now, that kind of ... association... to me is kinda too... involved... to be just a thing designed to piss me off, so, either it is REAL that you are involved with this guy, or were involved with that guy, and so, you are dead, but i could do you a favour,a nd not have to kill you myself, provided you NEVER, ever show up anywhere near me again, while i am still in the grip of this inertia, because, as i philosophically look at it, every problem has and expiry date, and MINE will come, and when it does, I am demanding payment for the dues I am owed, and no one will be able to change the way things will end because you all decided you were high ups when i was just a struggling worm, that you could squash. Now, as for the art chick, well, I am not even interested in whether her disappearance around the same time that the porsche parked in-my-face was a signal that both fools had gone swimming, with butthead ii, but if THAT is the case, then you are DEAD> I will, for this time, settle for the crap that you saw that i was upset that your car and the asshole's were in the same vicinity, though you STILL did not listen to me and you showed up, trying to get me to notice you, and parking your car where I would spot it, and talking to some other guys, who are also dead. I do not, for some weird reason, want to kill you, but i will never, even in my soberest moment, try to keep myself from exacting revenge on you if you left so that you could keep some swimming appointment with dear old mike. So, you make things clear to me, or you will die. I love you, fine, but not YOUR way. I can never do that as a normal person would, never. so get with it, or... die.
so, if peaches is not right, it appears that I have some other likely candidate, who will be dead if i am wrong, but lives even if she is related to mike, this woman in red, who, the other day I was walking back past the gallery, walked out, went to the alley that goes up to the bakery, and turned, with a tragic look on her face, and then walked back towards me, so that we met at the entrance. I later saw her. in her red- trousers- she is a slim number, and she was walking very slowly towards the harbour, or some such thing. Maybe she wanted mike- fuck that, why would she be in the gallery then? Ok, then, so she was angling for attention? yes? ok, so she got it. And then, of course, the mother with her two kids. Some people actually think I saw that in a vision, or something, and so were sending their kids- i mean, a faggot, for crying out loud- and the simple explanation is NO. I kinda like that, unless she turns out to be involved,and then i will exterminate the whole clan, to the nuts and bolts on their toyota fortuner, unfortunately. I liked the woman's physique, see, and the delicious looking daugter IS delicious looking, and as for last one, the only one i will tolerate because from my point of view she IS a willing participant, and I did not look at her closely, but she does not have the shining black hair of mother and elder sister; she may be blonde, and well, she seems willing. I accept, like a bully. Any problems with that, woman?
oh, and by the way, i have changed my mind, again. Since i am forced to DO this, I may as well enjoy myself, yes?
Thing is, i have thought about it, a lot, over the past few days, and decided that i would have myself more women. i mean, i saw this chick we sold the tree to, with vinnie, at la parada, and she was really hot, but from what was said between her and the man, they were obviously a couple, and so, unfortunately, I can not have anything to do with her, without killing her, so i will just have to kill her, see? And the guy of course. But i will need some... replacements... properly house-broken, these wild unruly ... pets. That I will pet. So, I will leave some people alive in Europe, [not English, of course]provided they are not black, have not slept with black people and do not have anyone in their lives from the moment they .... NOTICE ... me.
fuck, i will see vinnie tomorrow. I was thinking of killing him, but I guess that will have to be set aside, but heck, i am so tired of this fucked up pointless life with no rest, no end.
oh, yes, i am thinking virgins as well. Right now, my madiba take of sixty-seven women seems quite ... good, with 40 used women and 27 locked ones. And some fun in the midst of it, fuck that. Like i will kill some fools, yes?
Lookee there. Ok, so it is not trinity, but heck, lookie it! Fuck, and if anyone thinks i am going to pass up chances to get to grips with people and slaughter them and let blood fall out of their veins and guts get spilled in the streets, then you aint seen nothing, no way, no way at all... .
i am a killer. I would LOVE to kill. i am like that ... nuh... not the jachyra of the shannara legend, like in wishsong of shannara, but i have blood lust, battle lust,and if anyone thinks i will ever back down from a fight, then one is seriously mistaken. the time comes for me to ... march out, and march out I will, yesssss!
tell dem... suck dem mother [modda]
when gangsta march out a serious thingOk, before coming here, i snapped at vinnie, and i was saying fuck all that, now I will stop even associating with him, and just carry on and destroy everything, and immediately, that small voice decided to tell me, "please expect the unexpected". I was in a good-ish mood, because i was eating a pie, and so i waited to 'see' this unexpected thing, and a guy dressed just like vinnie walked past, and it did not hit me till now, that I owe him an apology, or some such thing. So, I guess I will be signing off in a small while, after saying that, as far as I am concerned, the ONLY rules I recognise are MY rules, and the only LAW i respect is mine. I was thginking I would get sarah for myself, but as she told vinnie, she really IS taken, and so, she is, unfortunately dead, soon.
however peaches pitched up, and well, she was apparently there on sunday, with some guy vinnie stopped to talk to, as we walked to his home, after a brief stop over at the market, and he called that guy her boyfriend, and i did not even stop and look, because i was pissed off by the faggot son, and... well, she showed up today, and showed me her ... ass... and she had her mother with her, and when I turned to look after she had smiled at me tentatively as she passed and i was forced to say 'hi' because it was so uncomfortable to keep my glare on her as she passed, she came back again, bought some water and walked past again. Ok, so tell ME gwaan, before i kill you, woman, because i recall you showing up lots of times at the olympia, with a jersey thing, and always with this bald headed guy, and you would hold hands as you walked past, you in a jersey that shaped your ass, and one time i was walking in the road that runs past the chartfield guest house, and you and the guy appeared before me. Now, that kind of ... association... to me is kinda too... involved... to be just a thing designed to piss me off, so, either it is REAL that you are involved with this guy, or were involved with that guy, and so, you are dead, but i could do you a favour,a nd not have to kill you myself, provided you NEVER, ever show up anywhere near me again, while i am still in the grip of this inertia, because, as i philosophically look at it, every problem has and expiry date, and MINE will come, and when it does, I am demanding payment for the dues I am owed, and no one will be able to change the way things will end because you all decided you were high ups when i was just a struggling worm, that you could squash. Now, as for the art chick, well, I am not even interested in whether her disappearance around the same time that the porsche parked in-my-face was a signal that both fools had gone swimming, with butthead ii, but if THAT is the case, then you are DEAD> I will, for this time, settle for the crap that you saw that i was upset that your car and the asshole's were in the same vicinity, though you STILL did not listen to me and you showed up, trying to get me to notice you, and parking your car where I would spot it, and talking to some other guys, who are also dead. I do not, for some weird reason, want to kill you, but i will never, even in my soberest moment, try to keep myself from exacting revenge on you if you left so that you could keep some swimming appointment with dear old mike. So, you make things clear to me, or you will die. I love you, fine, but not YOUR way. I can never do that as a normal person would, never. so get with it, or... die.
so, if peaches is not right, it appears that I have some other likely candidate, who will be dead if i am wrong, but lives even if she is related to mike, this woman in red, who, the other day I was walking back past the gallery, walked out, went to the alley that goes up to the bakery, and turned, with a tragic look on her face, and then walked back towards me, so that we met at the entrance. I later saw her. in her red- trousers- she is a slim number, and she was walking very slowly towards the harbour, or some such thing. Maybe she wanted mike- fuck that, why would she be in the gallery then? Ok, then, so she was angling for attention? yes? ok, so she got it. And then, of course, the mother with her two kids. Some people actually think I saw that in a vision, or something, and so were sending their kids- i mean, a faggot, for crying out loud- and the simple explanation is NO. I kinda like that, unless she turns out to be involved,and then i will exterminate the whole clan, to the nuts and bolts on their toyota fortuner, unfortunately. I liked the woman's physique, see, and the delicious looking daugter IS delicious looking, and as for last one, the only one i will tolerate because from my point of view she IS a willing participant, and I did not look at her closely, but she does not have the shining black hair of mother and elder sister; she may be blonde, and well, she seems willing. I accept, like a bully. Any problems with that, woman?
oh, and by the way, i have changed my mind, again. Since i am forced to DO this, I may as well enjoy myself, yes?
fuck, i will see vinnie tomorrow. I was thinking of killing him, but I guess that will have to be set aside, but heck, i am so tired of this fucked up pointless life with no rest, no end.
oh, yes, i am thinking virgins as well. Right now, my madiba take of sixty-seven women seems quite ... good, with 40 used women and 27 locked ones. And some fun in the midst of it, fuck that. Like i will kill some fools, yes?
so... blood again
OK, so what do i do now, ha?the headphones on this fucked up terminal are so low that what I hear is like background music, and fuck, maybe sean paul trinity will sound better:=>Lookee there. Ok, so it is not trinity, but heck, lookie it! Fuck, and if anyone thinks i am going to pass up chances to get to grips with people and slaughter them and let blood fall out of their veins and guts get spilled in the streets, then you aint seen nothing, no way, no way at all... .
i am a killer. I would LOVE to kill. i am like that ... nuh... not the jachyra of the shannara legend, like in wishsong of shannara, but i have blood lust, battle lust,and if anyone thinks i will ever back down from a fight, then one is seriously mistaken. the time comes for me to ... march out, and march out I will, yesssss!
march out a serious thing
we no take chat watch the words where you fling
we no take chat watch the words where you fling
ah no lip service thing
me no carbon copy
me nuh follow man
i bag a girl like solomon... yeah you get it!
Ok, so, there, I suppose I am certifiably insane, yes?
I mean, what do you ... expect... with a face like THAT. every thought of mine is for war, and war only, yesssss!
but, trinity, yessss!
