So, I was , as I said, ready to just let fly, because of my impatience, yes?, and then, what happens this morning, after a whole night trying to make some stuff for vinnie's wife for her exhibition, and all that, in capetown, bread was needed for breakfast, and so I went to the still, surprisingly functional shop, which was still closed, and then was told that i MUST go to the supermarket, since people could not start work without food, right? i went, and found, that early -OK, it was about 9am- the contemporary art chick was parked already at the inoffensive side of the road, for me.
diffused my rage, that, to be replaced by... curiousity, which has morphed into this boiling rage where I PROMISE I will totally wipe out the whole of kalk bay, and THAT after placing the heads of mike, the charterfield asshole, that butt-head, right in the gallery, fuck THAT!
oh, yes, and apparently some asshole thinks to impress/intimidate me by twirling a stick, presumably a crony of kenneth's, well, asshole, how about you and me go one-on-one, anytime, anyday, because I am BACK, and NOTHING is holding me back, NOT anymore. The motherfucking render of limbs, the Ultimate killing machine, is HERE, and I AM going to kill you assholes, and start right here, right NOW, ha ha!
fuck, this keeps getting better and better, yes!
As for the contemporary art crowd, I have no need to compromise, here. THIS is STILL a group effort, I see, and the person that pissed me off seems to hide behind other people. Fine, she has cast her lot in with them. I do NOT take rubbish, nor am I appeased by bullshit. Her entire crew will die, and if I have to hunt them down, then so be it. I WILL not only kill them piece by piece, but later send them to hell.
and I am NOT looking for any more women this side of the equator, noooo!
i suppose THESE five- four?- were meant to just piss me off, right? well, THEY succeeded, and now, fuck what happens later, I am ON the warpath, yesssss!
turning over the page
ushering all yous into a brand new age...
making moves setting precedence
eye to eye, ma
toe to toe
who concentrating on stopping the show?
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ushering all yous into a brand new age...
making moves setting precedence
eye to eye, ma
toe to toe
who concentrating on stopping the show?
*********
So, my day was really pissant. Now, me, I am a simple guy. If a guy makes karate moves while facing you, he is asking for a fight. I am goping to satisfy tony's urge, and... cheat as well. I promised him i would kill him, changed my mind, but I have decided I would stick to my promises. I am going to KILL people, yessss! Oh, yesss!
I said NO ONE would ever piss me off asgain and get away with it, and so, what is the use of being unstoppable, KNOWING you are unstoppable, while setting yourself limits and blocking yourself from doing everything you promised yourself, ha?
fuck that, i will destroy every last ONE of them assholes, yes!
Imagine my disbelief when the chartfield imp parks his car right next to me, and walks into the modern gallery. I mean, he is telling me i am just a loudmouth, right? And it is now a case of counting the number of hairs between my legs, 'kundiverenga choya', and I say to myself, fucking fools never learn NOT to test me, right? Ok, then that frizzled hair woman and all of them, and that guy, are dead, already, ok, and then the asshole comes back, stops and talks to kenneth -who I see seems to involve himself in a lot of things to do with me, he was with that smart chjick when i was glaring at her, was with the frizzled woman when i wanted to murder the contemporary art chick, and now he is introducing a ... bouncer... for me> Oh, GOOODIE, I just love this guy. I will happily tear him to bits as well, Ok, after I take care of this interesting business, right?
Right!
Now, what the FUCK!
Oh, yeah, there is vinnie. Fuck, my fun ALWAYS ends when he is around, and I hate it. I mean, I would happily slaughter everyone and leave, but then, logictics, logistics, logistics, like, where will he live, and how will I look him in the eye and all that, after everything he has done? I would have been happy that I did not meet him, but as I was leaving -and this AFTER being told he would be back after 8pm- he and his family show up, and so, what do I do, but become just... human, again.
GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
I hate God!. Fuck this, I hate this, THISSSSSSSS!
OK, we were discussing tony last night, right, and how he kicked abisha to let him know that there was snot on his kid's face, and I said to him, OK, so if tony does that to ME, can I then kill him? And he replied, how would you like it being the cause of my family starving?
Well, I have never starved where he is concerned, and so, how could I not take his generosity to heart and do something good in return?
hmm!
so, i will keep them fools alive, kill every one else that is not necessary and then, after seeing that I have left the necessary infrastructure for him to not only survive, but to lack nothing, i will then get rid of these other fools, right?
HMMMMMMM!
I have to think that over.
of course, someone could make it easy for me by just not leaving the decision in my hands, right, like, really provoke me, like the idiot mike did, after the chartfield guy walked past me AGAIN while i was in the container. I mean, I went to look for wire to frame something and also buy bread, found the porsche parked right where i had been sitting, and after I ... thought ... about it, a girl comes and drives off with it, like, they were testing me to see whether, if the art chick seems detached from them, i would leave them alone. Fuck, they are dead, whatever the chick does or does NOT do. what was in their mind in interfering with ME in the first place is what they die for. They got entangled with ME, and for THAT, whether they were involved with the girl in any capacity or not, they DIE, and THAT is immutable, hell, and if the chick wants them she dies, regardless of how i am still ambivalent even now about her.
Guess if i had seen her i would not have been so angry, right? maybe. I mean, I am tired of this run around, where the woman never puts herself out in the open, and seems to want to make me make things easy for her. Of course I could not care less what anyone else thinks, provided them people never treated me with contempt, and i could not care less that he is terrified of me, because that is ... healthy, BUT to give me THIS runaround, hell, I am getting really impatient, here, because at the moment, i am not thinking of ... romance... hell, no, i am thinking of my ... pride, here, and IF she WAS involved with any of these guys from the moment, or even at the moment she was looking at me, then she dies, because I will not be so mocked. THAT was the challenge i was laying for these women , and their ... failure... to respond means that they were involved with other people, and for that they die.
which means fuck all is to be taken seriously about the 'five' women. I hate God's riddles.
Good thing though, for all of you out there, if I was WRONG about THIS, what else am I wrong about. Come, put me to the test, ha!
lets you and me take the ULTIMATE thrill ride, yesssss!
dis is gonna take some... tot!, mmmmmmhhh!
because I WAS told "Goverment Thor:- Cape Flats", and some time ago, I had a dream where I was telling this woman, while tying tow cable together at the back of my parents' house, but here , not there;- I mean, here is south africa, not there, not at home, and I indicated my mother's first born, timothy -meaning 'fear of God?' and said, this is the first born, and then, this girl looked at me, askance, had a cap on her head, and she walked before me to the front of the house, and sat with my mother while i went into the spare bedroom i used as a kid, found timothy sleeping there, but curled up as I used to, and still do, with my hands between my thighs-... OK, fuck you, I am cold-blooded, and the only part of my body that feels intense cold are my finger tips. I am used to sleeping curled up with my hands between my thighs, although, hee hee, there is the other thing as well,....- and then i went back to the dining room, wanted to shake my mother's hand and say to her, she had won or something, and she refused to shake my hand, and said, in real pain, 'why did you not say you were my first born?'
guess this applies NOW, right?
I suppose NO ONE thought my pride mattered more to me than anything else, and so, they thought I was jealous, fuck that, i will never be jealous and thus make myself in bondage over a woman. I want to KNOW if she is playing with me, and then i will KILL her. Love, romance, are all secondary things. NOW, are we clear? suppose I will get results now.
fuck I need to finish downloading these songs before I go back. If i am to be pissed, I may as well have fun doing it, right?
I said NO ONE would ever piss me off asgain and get away with it, and so, what is the use of being unstoppable, KNOWING you are unstoppable, while setting yourself limits and blocking yourself from doing everything you promised yourself, ha?
fuck that, i will destroy every last ONE of them assholes, yes!
Imagine my disbelief when the chartfield imp parks his car right next to me, and walks into the modern gallery. I mean, he is telling me i am just a loudmouth, right? And it is now a case of counting the number of hairs between my legs, 'kundiverenga choya', and I say to myself, fucking fools never learn NOT to test me, right? Ok, then that frizzled hair woman and all of them, and that guy, are dead, already, ok, and then the asshole comes back, stops and talks to kenneth -who I see seems to involve himself in a lot of things to do with me, he was with that smart chjick when i was glaring at her, was with the frizzled woman when i wanted to murder the contemporary art chick, and now he is introducing a ... bouncer... for me> Oh, GOOODIE, I just love this guy. I will happily tear him to bits as well, Ok, after I take care of this interesting business, right?
Right!
Now, what the FUCK!
Oh, yeah, there is vinnie. Fuck, my fun ALWAYS ends when he is around, and I hate it. I mean, I would happily slaughter everyone and leave, but then, logictics, logistics, logistics, like, where will he live, and how will I look him in the eye and all that, after everything he has done? I would have been happy that I did not meet him, but as I was leaving -and this AFTER being told he would be back after 8pm- he and his family show up, and so, what do I do, but become just... human, again.
GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
I hate God!. Fuck this, I hate this, THISSSSSSSS!
OK, we were discussing tony last night, right, and how he kicked abisha to let him know that there was snot on his kid's face, and I said to him, OK, so if tony does that to ME, can I then kill him? And he replied, how would you like it being the cause of my family starving?
Well, I have never starved where he is concerned, and so, how could I not take his generosity to heart and do something good in return?
hmm!
so, i will keep them fools alive, kill every one else that is not necessary and then, after seeing that I have left the necessary infrastructure for him to not only survive, but to lack nothing, i will then get rid of these other fools, right?
HMMMMMMM!
I have to think that over.
of course, someone could make it easy for me by just not leaving the decision in my hands, right, like, really provoke me, like the idiot mike did, after the chartfield guy walked past me AGAIN while i was in the container. I mean, I went to look for wire to frame something and also buy bread, found the porsche parked right where i had been sitting, and after I ... thought ... about it, a girl comes and drives off with it, like, they were testing me to see whether, if the art chick seems detached from them, i would leave them alone. Fuck, they are dead, whatever the chick does or does NOT do. what was in their mind in interfering with ME in the first place is what they die for. They got entangled with ME, and for THAT, whether they were involved with the girl in any capacity or not, they DIE, and THAT is immutable, hell, and if the chick wants them she dies, regardless of how i am still ambivalent even now about her.
Guess if i had seen her i would not have been so angry, right? maybe. I mean, I am tired of this run around, where the woman never puts herself out in the open, and seems to want to make me make things easy for her. Of course I could not care less what anyone else thinks, provided them people never treated me with contempt, and i could not care less that he is terrified of me, because that is ... healthy, BUT to give me THIS runaround, hell, I am getting really impatient, here, because at the moment, i am not thinking of ... romance... hell, no, i am thinking of my ... pride, here, and IF she WAS involved with any of these guys from the moment, or even at the moment she was looking at me, then she dies, because I will not be so mocked. THAT was the challenge i was laying for these women , and their ... failure... to respond means that they were involved with other people, and for that they die.
which means fuck all is to be taken seriously about the 'five' women. I hate God's riddles.
Good thing though, for all of you out there, if I was WRONG about THIS, what else am I wrong about. Come, put me to the test, ha!
lets you and me take the ULTIMATE thrill ride, yesssss!
dis is gonna take some... tot!, mmmmmmhhh!
because I WAS told "Goverment Thor:- Cape Flats", and some time ago, I had a dream where I was telling this woman, while tying tow cable together at the back of my parents' house, but here , not there;- I mean, here is south africa, not there, not at home, and I indicated my mother's first born, timothy -meaning 'fear of God?' and said, this is the first born, and then, this girl looked at me, askance, had a cap on her head, and she walked before me to the front of the house, and sat with my mother while i went into the spare bedroom i used as a kid, found timothy sleeping there, but curled up as I used to, and still do, with my hands between my thighs-... OK, fuck you, I am cold-blooded, and the only part of my body that feels intense cold are my finger tips. I am used to sleeping curled up with my hands between my thighs, although, hee hee, there is the other thing as well,....- and then i went back to the dining room, wanted to shake my mother's hand and say to her, she had won or something, and she refused to shake my hand, and said, in real pain, 'why did you not say you were my first born?'
guess this applies NOW, right?
I suppose NO ONE thought my pride mattered more to me than anything else, and so, they thought I was jealous, fuck that, i will never be jealous and thus make myself in bondage over a woman. I want to KNOW if she is playing with me, and then i will KILL her. Love, romance, are all secondary things. NOW, are we clear? suppose I will get results now.
fuck I need to finish downloading these songs before I go back. If i am to be pissed, I may as well have fun doing it, right?
