Soo Bad!

That I was bad to the bone
bad to the bone
bbbbb bad
badddd to the bone
i broke a thousand hearts
before i met you
I will break a thousand more
before I am through...

b-b-b-b bad
bad to the bone!

for this one, blame vinnie, and then, for my NOT doing anything about things as yet, thank vinnie again!
dont know what is wrong with the guy. or maybe I am just born bad, and so I see things different. I am cynical, if you like. this morning, white dude pitches up, asks vinnie for two 'boys' to help him carry some books for him. vinnie tells me that he does not think we will make money today, its so slow, so i should mosey on up to the guy and get something for the day, like i NEED money. but the imp showing up to by beer convinces me that i need to vacate the place.
and the prince of the universe finds himself doing manual labour!

And the guy is not done. he then tells me,after some pretty obvious questions about my immigration thing, that he has a son that just two days ago, after struggling for eight years, just got a brittish passport. REALLY, and this would not have anything to do with the fact that the guy just probably realised that I SAID i will kill everyone in Britain and stuffm and he believes that that is possible but STILL thinks i am some kind of idiot, right?

well, Ok, thanks for helping me make up my mind about something. I will destroy EVERYTHING in EVERY OTHER part of the world except south africa and zimbabwe. EVERY OTHER living soul, and those who remain alive in south africa and zimbabwe happen to be ONLY the people I know, approve of and ... hate less.

now, how about THAT! Yesssss!


In the end, there can be ONLY one!

one LORD, One King, One Overlord, One Boss, YESSSSSS!


Anyway, after the first trip, i went to vinnie, ready to explode, and stuff, but got... sidetracked, yessss!
Saw the porsche, yeah THE porsche, parked across for THE building, and - Ok, so I was looking for a reason, not to keep, because I wonder if NOW i will ever hold her in my arms, and have sort of given up already, but to KILL her, and surprise, surprise, her car, which i had seen earlier, was gone. And this half naked asshole i would have loved to tear apart for breakfast comes up looking for ganja, and makes a nuisance of himself, and I decide to leave, and walk away, back to the labour.

but i then tellthe guy I will NOT be ,making a third trip. I will be damned if I work FOR anyone, ever. I neither need the money nor the hassle, and having some asshole point out what to do, heck, i just decided that i am NOT going to tolerate this bullshit anymore.
or rather, as i sat back at vinnie's stall, waiting for vinnie to come back so i could leave, the imp , seemingly confusing me for someone that is mollifiable or someone that forgets grudges, or gives people second chances - I mean, he does not grasp the fact that he is ALIVE at this moment ONLY because I am still a bit hampered by the way the contemporary art chick is fence-sitting- drives up again, to go to the olympia bakery, and I say, enough is enough, and start out to go and first of all announce the doom of the world and then, put that theory into practice.

And run straight into vinnie, to whom I have to explain things, and then, as I do so, I am forced to conced that what really BUGS me at the moment is the fact that NO ONE, not me, nor everyone else,  can keep this up. I am sitting with my finger poised over the plunger, and while I do not want to call the woman an idiot, I wonder if she actually appreciates the fact that with every passing moment she is daming a swift, cold, lethal river and when the barriers break, it will be ... WORSE... whenever, that it is even NOW!
i mean, i may decide to exterminate her entire family, not just her sister for even bothering me, see? I mean, i am getting more and more furious, here, and her jumping puddles like this and refusing to make a stand is starting to put a serious crimp in my style. I am becoming more and more... how shall i put it, vengeful, see?

And thinking of total destruction of .... ah, well, I will just watch, right!
i mean, on my family side, I will leave my mom, dad four sisters and cousin, and two other cousins, and... maybe... their kids and SOs, if only to prove my point, but exterminate everyone else, because I am not interested in proving myself right to people I have no interest in seeking their welfare for.
that means everyone else in Zim... dies, except maybe for vinnie's clan, wherever it is.
which should leave less than 50 people in what was once Rhodesia, which is a good number. the trick is to get myself to be broadcast to these AFTER I am in the US, which is why I will leave obama alive till I get there him and a few  aides, so that i torture info out of them about satellite codes and deployment, yessss!
i mean, i NEED my fun, OK. Hope there are some real kick ass super hero types with the cognitive senses of a dung beetle who will refuse to believe that a lean, mere six footer could do what even novels believe can not be done, take on odds against his favour and prevail, yesssss!
I REALLY NEED to beat people up. And i will never get another chance. I mean, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so I will use it, yesssss!

Ok, I wanted to delete this song here and all this 'motiv8' bullshit, but hell, if one stops and twists things to MY way of thinking, like the shark thing, you know, "For what we are about to receive, may You make us truly thankful" and all that, well, I will leave it as is, I believe in actions not motivational feel good pep talk, right?

So, here is the real song, like HO!

So, where was I, yes!

now, I spoke of twenty women. Ok then, since MY ego is the most important thing out there, to me, which means it better be important to everyone else as well, or they die, I can not, unless I am a fool, allow either the offspring or the offspring producers to live to see any of MY days. they die, of course, males and children, but AFTER i have determined that the mothers do NOT have that mother-bond because i could be  lobbing bombshells here and there and end up killing somoene who should have my back, see? Snap, THAT was what the twenty were all about. Women that are ready to give up everything, even their pride, for ME, and well, if that is the case, then fine. I will have these and keep them, and use spy ware to impose my own ideology on the whole world, even if they do not want it, yessss!
And i am doing THAT for people I do not call ... enemies.
think of the people i hate, mmmmm!


which reminds me of something. I am getting these weird women STILL coming up and down and making a mess of my life, forcing me to think about them when i want to just explode and kill them, see, I mean, what the fuck is THEIR problem?

Now, there was the day when I said i would not have anything to do with any woman that had had sex with a black man, I hate comparisons, see?
And this scooter chick STILL pulled up, and today when I was waiting outside Quagga books to make the return trip to Clovelly, or had we just arrived?, the chick walked past again, and either these people have nothing better to do than keep tabs on me, or something. I mean, the chick was hugging a guy, a black man, and her ... history... which vinnie spoke of, leaves a lot to be desired. Which makes her appealing in a dirty kind of way, but... kinda makes me wonder what the fuck or WHO she has been fucking around with?
mmmmmhhh!


 kinda like reminds me of the song by the X

oh my God
we only did it for that night
damn the pussy was good
but now shotty is fucking up my life

She is sexy, of course, and LOOKS appealing, but who know what lies beneath that skirt.

then, ironically, if one listens to the song about what the bitches want from a nigga, there is the girl from the ice cream palour.
yesterday, as i ignored everyone and everything else, I was like focused on making my point, and this blonde chick drove past, down the one way street as i walked to the train station, and well, her face was familiar but i could not place her. Till today when i was loitering at the bookstore.
And i am like, fuck, she has a kid, of course, and so, what the fuck would she be trying to get near me for? is she crazy?
then there is ms. silent treatment, the blond chick who can not stop fr, showing up, either to porve me wrong or to press her own ... point. Which is?

ok, then, i have TRIED not to think about it, but it seems ridiculous that God would make me go to such lengths to have women that just piss me off, see, and so, if the fifteen seconds were fifteen women, it follows that there have to be five women, different from the rest, and since i have irrevocably made up my mind that these women have to be  the last, since after this there will be no room for doubt, and so, I will be so obvious that no one will have time to pretend, nor will I accept anyone, I can NOT have any more women, and so, there have to be five women, here.
period.

And, well, if i have to kill a member of someone's family, then i will have to kill every other person in that family, which means that, either NOW i have an escape clause, in that i can legitimately kill the contemporary art chick because of her sister, OR her sister was separated from her husband, which makes it all really rather... complicated. mmmmmh!
talk about MAD MAD MAD, makes me think of the song... ah fuck it, this is bad!
I guess i do not have to worry about this woman whose fingers seem to stick to the door jamb all the time, right?
I am coming back, in broad daylight, too!

OoooooooooooooH!