With these few words, "Sir, the court has decided to be merciful. You are free to go..." my almost three month ordeal, and stay at Pollsmoor, was over, and I am once again, relatively, a free man.
I got arrested on April fool's day, when, true to my ebulient nature, I decided that the silly woman was taking on too much on herself and, IN MIKE'S VIEW, pantomimed once too often my views from across the street. The usually yellow guy decided to get some backbone AND confronted me,performed a "CITIZEN'S ARREST" shooed everyone out except for his tame policeman, a Captain Mckinner or some such bullshit,and a while later I was upstairs in the office, the chick coming back in to say, aghast, that I had had the nerve to tell vinnie that she and I spoke on my blog, and me, sittimng in a chair and seeing, clear as day and as unimpressed then as I am now, a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and attached to a pair of black loafers, without laces.
I had to loook and check out mike's attire to grasp that this was another of them blasted visions, and now, here I stand, or sit, a few moments after my release, and extremely angry man, and I have a pair of loose blue jeans and my whitye trainers, well, they have no laces thanks to the tender mercies of the mountain men, some private, kalk bay, enforcers.
Now, as I said, I am free, and I have this nightmaree to endure, to carry on with, because I have discovered just how nreasonable God is goi9ng to be as far as I am concerned, ansd WHY the fuck I am going to kill off every singlke living being.
He is some... Father, indeed.
OK, to make it short, He has NOT been completely idle in my life. In between me getting into one-sided fights with the assholes in Pollsmoor, slapping them willy nilly, getting sick of fever, you name it, and getting frantic, sending text messages to vinnie, He has been stripping me of all pretenbse and I have discovered that I really, after having given up on life and condemned myself to death, ten years ago, decided to use the remaining time to get... even, beginning with my mother.
-the three years I spent in Zimbabwe afterwards, from 2004, are the years I tried to get my own back at her, from tryting to use that girl jacqueline to shame her, to then edning up running away becauase I did not and do NOT want to physically kill her, which is why this PLACE in the US is so attractive, 7 years of torturing her verbally till she becomes BUT dust.
-the seven years that I have spent HERE in south africa, looking for some woman that could give me a respactable status in her eyes (my mother's) because getting a chick that was attached to her past, had a child and all that meant that both the chick and my mother treated me with contempt, when, technically, all I am is a prisoner, a person that is kept alive by God, essentially. This chick, the ONLY female out of of all women that I(and the onlyout of five women, four of whom I have stayed with) have actually been able to STAND, and whon has developed an overinflated view of her own self worth, wrell, she made me mad, and weo, I have decided that since I am NOW out of prison and have nothing better to do than to carry on wth my vengeance, I will wipe HER out as well as the rest of her brood and her family, since I have decided that, aside from my mother, I will spare also, planet-wide, only those people that I have formed an attachment to, and these happen to be my two dead uncles, who must come to life again, my four sisters, my two female cousins, my mother's namesake, qnd my nephew, will get to live out these next few years and then die later, as dust, in the seventh year.
As for God, this is what He informed me via the bible this morning as I waited to get picked up from the prison, "2Sam 7:-... "as for you, I wil pick one of your own sons and he shall be king....", bla bla, meaning that He decided, after David and his failure, that He would choose...me... to be king (not ruler) and would correct me whan I am wrong but would NEVER repent. He would be my Father and I would be His son.
As I said, "Some Father".
NOW, I wonder what the fuck I am going to eat, first, because I am not working and will not set foot in kalk bay and give vinnie a chance to gloat.
Fuck this!
I got arrested on April fool's day, when, true to my ebulient nature, I decided that the silly woman was taking on too much on herself and, IN MIKE'S VIEW, pantomimed once too often my views from across the street. The usually yellow guy decided to get some backbone AND confronted me,performed a "CITIZEN'S ARREST" shooed everyone out except for his tame policeman, a Captain Mckinner or some such bullshit,and a while later I was upstairs in the office, the chick coming back in to say, aghast, that I had had the nerve to tell vinnie that she and I spoke on my blog, and me, sittimng in a chair and seeing, clear as day and as unimpressed then as I am now, a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and attached to a pair of black loafers, without laces.
I had to loook and check out mike's attire to grasp that this was another of them blasted visions, and now, here I stand, or sit, a few moments after my release, and extremely angry man, and I have a pair of loose blue jeans and my whitye trainers, well, they have no laces thanks to the tender mercies of the mountain men, some private, kalk bay, enforcers.
Now, as I said, I am free, and I have this nightmaree to endure, to carry on with, because I have discovered just how nreasonable God is goi9ng to be as far as I am concerned, ansd WHY the fuck I am going to kill off every singlke living being.
He is some... Father, indeed.
-the three years I spent in Zimbabwe afterwards, from 2004, are the years I tried to get my own back at her, from tryting to use that girl jacqueline to shame her, to then edning up running away becauase I did not and do NOT want to physically kill her, which is why this PLACE in the US is so attractive, 7 years of torturing her verbally till she becomes BUT dust.
-the seven years that I have spent HERE in south africa, looking for some woman that could give me a respactable status in her eyes (my mother's) because getting a chick that was attached to her past, had a child and all that meant that both the chick and my mother treated me with contempt, when, technically, all I am is a prisoner, a person that is kept alive by God, essentially. This chick, the ONLY female out of of all women that I(and the onlyout of five women, four of whom I have stayed with) have actually been able to STAND, and whon has developed an overinflated view of her own self worth, wrell, she made me mad, and weo, I have decided that since I am NOW out of prison and have nothing better to do than to carry on wth my vengeance, I will wipe HER out as well as the rest of her brood and her family, since I have decided that, aside from my mother, I will spare also, planet-wide, only those people that I have formed an attachment to, and these happen to be my two dead uncles, who must come to life again, my four sisters, my two female cousins, my mother's namesake, qnd my nephew, will get to live out these next few years and then die later, as dust, in the seventh year.
As for God, this is what He informed me via the bible this morning as I waited to get picked up from the prison, "2Sam 7:-... "as for you, I wil pick one of your own sons and he shall be king....", bla bla, meaning that He decided, after David and his failure, that He would choose...me... to be king (not ruler) and would correct me whan I am wrong but would NEVER repent. He would be my Father and I would be His son.
As I said, "Some Father".
NOW, I wonder what the fuck I am going to eat, first, because I am not working and will not set foot in kalk bay and give vinnie a chance to gloat.
Fuck this!
