Reminds me of a joke, too long to state here, where this guy is preaching and the... interprator ends up going, "Speak in tongues, baby...".
well, simple english is no longer, as I see, enough, so, while you all are waiting to die, I will speak in latin, a dead language, for dead people.
I have, not only THIS morning, but even in the last post, actually stated this simple thing, that, well, the woman had better just choose camp, right? because I tire of having MY time wasted. Apparently, simple words do not get through, but i SUPPOSE it is a group malady, because even after stating that I would not tolerate anyone in my way, what should greet me but the sight of the gallery woman at the junction, well timed to come INTO my way, to show ME that she was staying out of my way. By rubbing my nose in my own words.
Later on, I go up to see if SHE-there is only one person that, as far as I see, stands, stood between me and my actions, so unless I stress otherwise, work under the assumption that I mean the apple chick, and please, women, do NOT try to catch my eye, or i will spit in the face of the next one who does anything silly in front of me, or comes, after seing that I do not react quickly to the blatant kick in the balls I got just a few moments ago, comes up to me to tell me that my 'work' is good, and she keeps it displayed where friends can see it. Do I fucking look like wire works are my life? Idiots, I tell YOU that i hate being among people, that i may not tend to take matters into my own hands because I do not care much for life, and you carry on assuming that i am like an easily swayed kid that needs to be coaxed and stroked. Leave your fucking nonsense for people like vinnie, who give a fuck, I need nothing from YOU. If there was anything that I wanted to USE, I would take for myself, and do so in a manner designed to make you feel how much I long to inflict pain on the whole lot of you-is upstairs but with the glare and stuff, i can not see, but ms short and dumpy is there, and i make her out plainly, and some other woman. I am frustrated that she did not do what i was 99% sure she would do, true to form, which is try to make me eat my words, or pick up select pieces and use them and then look all innocent at me and go, "what did i do wrong? is this not what you said you wanted?", like that time I said i wanted to destroy everyone and yet, if i had seen her, maybe things would have been different, and she showed up later, and acted so.. appealing that i thought, fuck, is this woman dumb or what? I actualy was despairing for a while about her mental acumen till I realised that, for her, the problem has never been about what she thinks, no, the problem is that she is convinced she alone can think and I am in need of her guidance, and she alone knows what should be.
You do not give me tidbits of attention, I either have it ALL, or nothing, and I wonder what part of THAT you do not get?
And I will make no concession in your favour anymore. It is decision time. And I am not sure now that I am angry enough to pull the plug, even now.
well, simple english is no longer, as I see, enough, so, while you all are waiting to die, I will speak in latin, a dead language, for dead people.
First, Greatest, Best, Only, Unshareable
I have, not only THIS morning, but even in the last post, actually stated this simple thing, that, well, the woman had better just choose camp, right? because I tire of having MY time wasted. Apparently, simple words do not get through, but i SUPPOSE it is a group malady, because even after stating that I would not tolerate anyone in my way, what should greet me but the sight of the gallery woman at the junction, well timed to come INTO my way, to show ME that she was staying out of my way. By rubbing my nose in my own words.
I am beginning to seriously think she shares genes with that apple chick. They both have the sme type of hard head.
Later on, I go up to see if SHE-there is only one person that, as far as I see, stands, stood between me and my actions, so unless I stress otherwise, work under the assumption that I mean the apple chick, and please, women, do NOT try to catch my eye, or i will spit in the face of the next one who does anything silly in front of me, or comes, after seing that I do not react quickly to the blatant kick in the balls I got just a few moments ago, comes up to me to tell me that my 'work' is good, and she keeps it displayed where friends can see it. Do I fucking look like wire works are my life? Idiots, I tell YOU that i hate being among people, that i may not tend to take matters into my own hands because I do not care much for life, and you carry on assuming that i am like an easily swayed kid that needs to be coaxed and stroked. Leave your fucking nonsense for people like vinnie, who give a fuck, I need nothing from YOU. If there was anything that I wanted to USE, I would take for myself, and do so in a manner designed to make you feel how much I long to inflict pain on the whole lot of you-is upstairs but with the glare and stuff, i can not see, but ms short and dumpy is there, and i make her out plainly, and some other woman. I am frustrated that she did not do what i was 99% sure she would do, true to form, which is try to make me eat my words, or pick up select pieces and use them and then look all innocent at me and go, "what did i do wrong? is this not what you said you wanted?", like that time I said i wanted to destroy everyone and yet, if i had seen her, maybe things would have been different, and she showed up later, and acted so.. appealing that i thought, fuck, is this woman dumb or what? I actualy was despairing for a while about her mental acumen till I realised that, for her, the problem has never been about what she thinks, no, the problem is that she is convinced she alone can think and I am in need of her guidance, and she alone knows what should be.
cant seem to get through to her that I am, and will always be, whether i am dressed in rags or in a suit, whether in a shack, or mountain, or in a palace, the First, Greatest, Best, ONLY, and Unique MAN, of the world, this one or any other.
Which means I do not have to demand respect, it is either there, or well, the person is... not.
you do not tell me what to do, you do not assume that 'actiosn speak louder than words' where i am concerned, you first of all PAY attention to MY words, and keep them in mind, and use them as guidelines, and either conform to them, or use them to stay away from me. You do not walk up to me and look me in the eye, dressed in BLACK, in a pair of baggy pants that leave you ass looking like the sagging behind of an elephant, and walk with people I have earmarked for death, and say that because I know that there is nothing between you and them I should lighten up.
because I said you can not look me in the eye.
Well, I showed up after your stunt and looked you face to face, even from that distance, and you could not return my gaze, fool!
You do not give me tidbits of attention, I either have it ALL, or nothing, and I wonder what part of THAT you do not get?
I mean, just because i am going to kill you if you do not conform should not be a hardship to you. You have been putting my words behind your back for so long that you should be able to just focus on keeping on being real to yourself and do as you have done.
Want me to feel pity for YOU, to say that "Oh, you poor thing, dont you want to lose your toys? Ok, then, you can keep them and play with them, never mind how I feel about it, just as long as I can wipe away the sadness from your eyes. Fuck do you think I am, father christmas. Ho ho ho and good cheer, and climbing up and down chimneys?
fuck do you think this is, a motherfucking joke? Some backstreet child game that you can 'save' and exit anytime you feel like it.
Want to play me like some lab experiment, sitting there with you boss, and them other fools, and going, "oh, yes, maybe he is just jealous, try to show up, but do not give him too many idead, let him know that he has to .. work... for stuff, that if he wants you to dress properly, he must have the money to pay for the stuff, and if he changes his tune I can take him under my wing, and he will start having a sort of life. Unbending my ass, I will show him that he is like everyone else when it comes down to it, because he wil melt when he sees you".
hell, mike, glad you showed your face, because i have BIG plans for you. Your intenstines are going to stretch from simonstown all the way to cape point, because a great person like you deserves great... things, and you will them as they reel off of you and you die in pain.
Know the samurai? Well, they were experts in the art of self-disemboweling, but the thing is, there was a second who would then chop of the head of the warrior to spare him pain. Thought you could organise my... thinking?... even after i said i was cool the way I am? Fuck, I will re-arrange your insides, and you will see that you are not even fit to lick my little toe. Like a dog.Your insides will run out of you and will trail you wherever you go,and dogs will rush after them.
no one interfers in my business.
Woman, I have warned you. And told you I will act next time you pissed me off. I am going home. To think about this
because you still have an effect on me, because while you insult me, you still take pains to let me know that you are not taken, and I can not just brush that aside. But being held up by... you... is becoming too much for me.
