Bomboclaat
The scotch tape just run out
Weed run out
Weed run out
Your Senses MUST Dumb Out
Now you pound pon your back the sun gwaan out
Nuh Come OUT?
Till the chalice burn out
Till the chalice burn out
Nuh Come OUT?
Till the malice burn out
[1;55- 2;03]
[1;55- 2;03]
Yeah, NOW this is MORE like it, me saying things that benefit NO ONE and tearing you from your comfort zones like toilet paper, but then, toilet paper is better because one gets to USE it for something, but you all, you are refuse to be thrown into the dirt pile, YEAH-SSS!
Like so much rubbish!
So, I went to kalk bay as I planned, and I was in my first rage, the... obvious... ONE, the one where I am going... elemental, where even the sky was ... showing just how mad I was getting, and i did as I promised, and ate food, and drank, and gave them fools a finger, and showed myself;- "here I am, TELL me what to do, as you have done these past days"
My reward was the love of my life driving her car away from near the entrance to the office where she had parked it;- I predicted that initial 'you-will-NOT-dare-tell-me-that-I-do-not-matter' stubbornness from her, and again, she got the whole thing wrong, because she, as usual, lets her pride and her 'I-do-not-have-to-show-my-colours-but-the-man-must-come-to-me' genetic code or female vanity make her ignore the plain truth, that her PRIDE is what I am against, and I will NOT tolerate being told what to do by a person who wants me to run both MY race and hers as well. No. She should know by now that I am incapable of letting anyone assume that she is necessary, I do NOT leave anything undone, nor do I make ANY assumption. Everything MUST be clear, and that means EVERYONE comes out in the open, or dies, because of that pride.
So, when she drove her car away, I KNEW it was way too easy. She is basically the one person that is incapable of surprising me ... ever, and that was NOTcapitulation I saw from her, no, it was just ... the usual. She still thinks I am a child, to be led by the hand.
So, I settled down, told the 'sky' to behave, and entered sleeper mode, and just glared at people that were trying their luck, like the gallery woman.
now, my thing is this, you fools hope in your God, and I am SAYING that I am going to kill you all, no exceptions, if you are, or were in either the gallery and the offices of mike, and made nuisances of yourselves by telling me how I should behave, and all that bullshit, and so, that is where the God question comes in. Your God will, of course, fight for you, and you will prevail.
because there will be no mercy from me. All I have eyed and said I will kill, regardless of you showing up and trying to tell me that I should spare you by walking about, well, you are dead, and what I was waiting for, today, was some fool who would try to draw me out.
three people came close. One was the asshole tony, and when he sat with vinnie, after looking at passing white women and saying his nonsense to them, I looked at him. I wanted to kick him in the groin, and I seriously thought about it, and then I waited. I know my fool. the best way to get him is to make it personal, and so, I was looking for an opening, and I was going to kill him, today. In cold blood.
Then there was the little mama. Lugging behind a black child;- "Oh, look at the shark, come let us see that shark [approaches close to me, and I am frankly surprised, because I am NO gentleman, I will hit a man, I will hit a woman, I do not care which, and have the satisfaction of having my fist sink hard into yielding flesh, There is no feeling quite like it, when you hit and strike home, and I am ever at that stage in these past few days] ...Oh vinnie...[ as she walks away, and then we make eye contact, and I doubt that she saw friendliness, or hope for her future, in those eyes, because she departed hurriedly]"
then there was red breeches, and the annoying woman, is one that I will have much pleasure wringing her neck, because ONE, I detest her, and ii, I HATEher,and iii she is as attractive as the backside of a barn door, and iv, unless i AM mistaken, she is a... mother... and that means she has had sex, which means that THAT makes her approaching me an ... insult, because frankly, UNLESS someone is a virgin, and I do not have the first 3 prejudices against that person, then her even THINKING that she is FIT to be breathing the same air with me, even, is tantamount to telling me to do weird acts on myself, because I have an ego that does not stand ANY such nonsense for ANY time. Check my records. With women.
Fuck makes her think she is different? Or Better,in that irritating voice of hers and a lips like one of those ducks? I can not even stand LOOKING at her, much less ignore what she has done to me in the past, and she has the nerve to think she can waltz by me because I was doing my best to draw out this woman that has been my focus for a ... long... long... time by apparently settling for a woman of my own colour and outrageously flirting with her and all that, to make her jealous of course, and come out to show me what is what.
I would have killed her , of course, and i am ... mildly... surprised that she did not, but then, she is a bit like me;-... uncertain... about the depth of my feeling for her as I am about hers.
Anyway, I later went looking for sellotape for vinnie to bind up this thing that some customer had bought for packaging for airfreight, and did not find it, and when I came back, I was on the other side of the road, and I looked up at the office windows and tugged at my hair, to suggest that I was 'worried' that I was going to lose her, and she would not look directly at me, but buried her head in the screen of her computer, and I was like, ... duh!
She likes to show her colours when she seems certain of the reception, and I suppose that she can not get it into her head that what seems 'normal' to her in the courship ritual is an abomination to me. I like honest. I like being able to stand and look back into the pastand say that I did that, and dd not have to compromise at all. I do not like to say that I have her in my life because i was worried that I would lose her if I did not rush, so, if she thought I was going to go easy on her, well, tough, I SAID it, andI meant it, that I will kill off all her relatives except four that did NOT piss me off, and that is provided she does decide to come to me, and they will STILL die sometime before 2020, as I work on my spaceship, because with MY inability to hide stuff, how the fuck am I going to be able to keep from revealing secrets to people that could use them to , for example, follow me and 'violate' my personal space.
So, as I said, few people will live to see the coming month, and here I am just being conservative, because I can not decide on the carI will need to go tell my mother the 'good' news, that I am going to kill her,and where she is concerned, she can take it the easy way, meaning she just shrivels and dies at the acknowledgement of the truth, OR, I send her to hell, which option I am frankly liking more and more, and I really would LOVE to make her suffer endlessly for what she has done to me.
If it was not that Icould distress the sister I love greatly, because she has been trying hard tobe peacemaker between the two of us, I would do it without hesitation. But, so, I will back off a bit, which reminds me, I need to send an email to my cousin to tell her to tell them to expect me at home anytime soon.
Soon as I figure out which car to drive home.
So, I went to kalk bay as I planned, and I was in my first rage, the... obvious... ONE, the one where I am going... elemental, where even the sky was ... showing just how mad I was getting, and i did as I promised, and ate food, and drank, and gave them fools a finger, and showed myself;- "here I am, TELL me what to do, as you have done these past days"
My reward was the love of my life driving her car away from near the entrance to the office where she had parked it;- I predicted that initial 'you-will-NOT-dare-tell-me-that-I-do-not-matter' stubbornness from her, and again, she got the whole thing wrong, because she, as usual, lets her pride and her 'I-do-not-have-to-show-my-colours-but-the-man-must-come-to-me' genetic code or female vanity make her ignore the plain truth, that her PRIDE is what I am against, and I will NOT tolerate being told what to do by a person who wants me to run both MY race and hers as well. No. She should know by now that I am incapable of letting anyone assume that she is necessary, I do NOT leave anything undone, nor do I make ANY assumption. Everything MUST be clear, and that means EVERYONE comes out in the open, or dies, because of that pride.
So, when she drove her car away, I KNEW it was way too easy. She is basically the one person that is incapable of surprising me ... ever, and that was NOTcapitulation I saw from her, no, it was just ... the usual. She still thinks I am a child, to be led by the hand.
So, I settled down, told the 'sky' to behave, and entered sleeper mode, and just glared at people that were trying their luck, like the gallery woman.
now, my thing is this, you fools hope in your God, and I am SAYING that I am going to kill you all, no exceptions, if you are, or were in either the gallery and the offices of mike, and made nuisances of yourselves by telling me how I should behave, and all that bullshit, and so, that is where the God question comes in. Your God will, of course, fight for you, and you will prevail.
because there will be no mercy from me. All I have eyed and said I will kill, regardless of you showing up and trying to tell me that I should spare you by walking about, well, you are dead, and what I was waiting for, today, was some fool who would try to draw me out.
three people came close. One was the asshole tony, and when he sat with vinnie, after looking at passing white women and saying his nonsense to them, I looked at him. I wanted to kick him in the groin, and I seriously thought about it, and then I waited. I know my fool. the best way to get him is to make it personal, and so, I was looking for an opening, and I was going to kill him, today. In cold blood.
Then there was the little mama. Lugging behind a black child;- "Oh, look at the shark, come let us see that shark [approaches close to me, and I am frankly surprised, because I am NO gentleman, I will hit a man, I will hit a woman, I do not care which, and have the satisfaction of having my fist sink hard into yielding flesh, There is no feeling quite like it, when you hit and strike home, and I am ever at that stage in these past few days] ...Oh vinnie...[ as she walks away, and then we make eye contact, and I doubt that she saw friendliness, or hope for her future, in those eyes, because she departed hurriedly]"
then there was red breeches, and the annoying woman, is one that I will have much pleasure wringing her neck, because ONE, I detest her, and ii, I HATEher,and iii she is as attractive as the backside of a barn door, and iv, unless i AM mistaken, she is a... mother... and that means she has had sex, which means that THAT makes her approaching me an ... insult, because frankly, UNLESS someone is a virgin, and I do not have the first 3 prejudices against that person, then her even THINKING that she is FIT to be breathing the same air with me, even, is tantamount to telling me to do weird acts on myself, because I have an ego that does not stand ANY such nonsense for ANY time. Check my records. With women.
Fuck makes her think she is different? Or Better,in that irritating voice of hers and a lips like one of those ducks? I can not even stand LOOKING at her, much less ignore what she has done to me in the past, and she has the nerve to think she can waltz by me because I was doing my best to draw out this woman that has been my focus for a ... long... long... time by apparently settling for a woman of my own colour and outrageously flirting with her and all that, to make her jealous of course, and come out to show me what is what.
I would have killed her , of course, and i am ... mildly... surprised that she did not, but then, she is a bit like me;-... uncertain... about the depth of my feeling for her as I am about hers.
Anyway, I later went looking for sellotape for vinnie to bind up this thing that some customer had bought for packaging for airfreight, and did not find it, and when I came back, I was on the other side of the road, and I looked up at the office windows and tugged at my hair, to suggest that I was 'worried' that I was going to lose her, and she would not look directly at me, but buried her head in the screen of her computer, and I was like, ... duh!
She likes to show her colours when she seems certain of the reception, and I suppose that she can not get it into her head that what seems 'normal' to her in the courship ritual is an abomination to me. I like honest. I like being able to stand and look back into the pastand say that I did that, and dd not have to compromise at all. I do not like to say that I have her in my life because i was worried that I would lose her if I did not rush, so, if she thought I was going to go easy on her, well, tough, I SAID it, andI meant it, that I will kill off all her relatives except four that did NOT piss me off, and that is provided she does decide to come to me, and they will STILL die sometime before 2020, as I work on my spaceship, because with MY inability to hide stuff, how the fuck am I going to be able to keep from revealing secrets to people that could use them to , for example, follow me and 'violate' my personal space.
So, as I said, few people will live to see the coming month, and here I am just being conservative, because I can not decide on the carI will need to go tell my mother the 'good' news, that I am going to kill her,and where she is concerned, she can take it the easy way, meaning she just shrivels and dies at the acknowledgement of the truth, OR, I send her to hell, which option I am frankly liking more and more, and I really would LOVE to make her suffer endlessly for what she has done to me.
If it was not that Icould distress the sister I love greatly, because she has been trying hard tobe peacemaker between the two of us, I would do it without hesitation. But, so, I will back off a bit, which reminds me, I need to send an email to my cousin to tell her to tell them to expect me at home anytime soon.
Soon as I figure out which car to drive home.
Well, I did it. I sent an email that went, verbatim, "Coming Home ;- Hi. Hope everything is well.Will be coming home in a little while. Dont know when exactly, just tell them to expect me. Will be leaving for the states soon after. Peace. prince"
Now, about the cars, I am a fan for a long time of the versatile Humvee, or rather the Hummer H1 bakkie on which the american army has based its utility/personnel carrier trucks, but I have doubts about their availability within close proximity. But well, I love that. It is so... undeniably... rough, and not staid.
duh, I should just check,right?
Apparently, I have to be in the US to have one, because we only have H3's here, which are just too dandy for me.
Guess it will have to be the 'machembere' the Nissan Hardbody, for me, from a song for the war for land, wonder if it is on YouTube?
No, and anyway, I am just homesick for a place where there are trees and people value fruits and such so that one is never really hungry for long, and I just want to be where I belong for a bit, even though I am going as a person that is well, a freak of nature, and well, my reception is NOT going to be convivial at all. I am going as the Death-God, with the smell of death reaching its tentacles before me,and removing that which is in my way from it, unless the person thinks he is tough and can handle me in my adrenalin charged mood- like now- where I have NO weariness and have an unlimited supply of raw anger to get me over my death-wish.
in other words, I am fighting mad, and battle-lust lies high in my veins at the moment.
One thing, though, is that the probably easiest plane for me to operate and actually get to the US in one hop is the C-130 Hercules, which IS not to be found in zimbabwe;- I checked. Got a picture too, which means I will have to come back to south africa and raid their airbase. Because I KNOW they have one, at least, which they transported madiba's body in.
But I will NOT come down south,no.
Saw 'olympus has fallen' where another C-130 was instrumental in raiding the white house, so, I will want one.
Ok, what is next?
I will have to come to kalk bay again tomorrow, I suppose, to just lay the issue of thei woman to rest so that i know whether i am going alone or not. I think she thinks it has to be on her terms, but then, ah, if she looks at things rationally, I am not really BOUND to do her any favours, it is just that, Ilove her, and frankly find even the thought of life without her, after having seen her in the flesh, too hard to bear.
But, she probably wants mike and the comforts of that life too much.
too bad, then, i would have to kill her. Because if she is WITH those guys, than, well, she has cast her die, and she was all along taking me for a fool that needs education about what I MUST do in life.
like the... maverick... cares.
suddenly, I FEEL very tired.
this is definitely NO easy road.
Apparently, I have to be in the US to have one, because we only have H3's here, which are just too dandy for me.
Guess it will have to be the 'machembere' the Nissan Hardbody, for me, from a song for the war for land, wonder if it is on YouTube?
No, and anyway, I am just homesick for a place where there are trees and people value fruits and such so that one is never really hungry for long, and I just want to be where I belong for a bit, even though I am going as a person that is well, a freak of nature, and well, my reception is NOT going to be convivial at all. I am going as the Death-God, with the smell of death reaching its tentacles before me,and removing that which is in my way from it, unless the person thinks he is tough and can handle me in my adrenalin charged mood- like now- where I have NO weariness and have an unlimited supply of raw anger to get me over my death-wish.
in other words, I am fighting mad, and battle-lust lies high in my veins at the moment.
One thing, though, is that the probably easiest plane for me to operate and actually get to the US in one hop is the C-130 Hercules, which IS not to be found in zimbabwe;- I checked. Got a picture too, which means I will have to come back to south africa and raid their airbase. Because I KNOW they have one, at least, which they transported madiba's body in.
But I will NOT come down south,no.
Ok, what is next?
I will have to come to kalk bay again tomorrow, I suppose, to just lay the issue of thei woman to rest so that i know whether i am going alone or not. I think she thinks it has to be on her terms, but then, ah, if she looks at things rationally, I am not really BOUND to do her any favours, it is just that, Ilove her, and frankly find even the thought of life without her, after having seen her in the flesh, too hard to bear.
But, she probably wants mike and the comforts of that life too much.
too bad, then, i would have to kill her. Because if she is WITH those guys, than, well, she has cast her die, and she was all along taking me for a fool that needs education about what I MUST do in life.
like the... maverick... cares.
suddenly, I FEEL very tired.
this is definitely NO easy road.
its not an easy road
many are see the glamour and glitter
and think a bed of roses...
Now I'm weary
Now I'm weary
and that is not dreaming
got no time to rest...
Roses. AH!
I find that I can not forget the round head, and the ears, and this is definitely NOT one of those I-need-to-sleep-with-her-to-get-over-her things, because I am NOT that cheap. I am done with that.For me, it is all or just nothing, and at least, if I luck out with her, I would always be able to hold my head up high and not castigate myself for having had low standards.
This is UNBELIEVABLE, right?
This is UNBELIEVABLE, right?
