Wednesday, 30 July 2014

War Blade...

Maybe it is just me, but I absolutely FAIL to see the point when , for example, you promise certain people that you are going to kill them and they spend the whole day up and down, making themselves visible  and in some cases, trying to get your attention... . I mean, is it me or is there a real communication screw-up there? I hate you, and you keep popping up, and I end up asking myself, what is the fucking point to your actions?
I mean, it is not like there is even a remote chance that anything you say or do is going to get you spared; I have decided to exterminate you, and I am a rather vengeful person that makes it a point to NEVER let bygones be bygones, so fuck is your... point?
Maybe, I presume, seeing as how some chicks were  also like waiting on cue for me to show up in certain places before sasshaying past, I am actually supposed to have like... no brain, but think with my gonads.
I do not get it, really.

I mean, I see mike, who must have had a cause to be a dozen times in just about the places where I myself was, and I can not forget the day of my humilation, on april fools day, when he comes up to me, and points his fingers at me and I end up in that blasted office upstairs, and I am sitting there and after they talk of millions, he turns to me and asks me what I had to say for myself, and I respond, "well, you got me here, finish what you started", and I bow my head as I sit in a chair at one end of that room, and I get that vision that had me open my eyes to see if it was really happening, of a pair of baggy jeans and black loafers.
And later that day i was to have the other singular humiliation of seeing that fat "mountain man" take away my shoe laces and belt,  and  calling me "vuil gat" after a body search,and even now,   more than a month after my release, my shoes have no laces,  and I am wearing them baggy pants, and while I am... thinking about the significance of ME in shoes without laces, standing IN that office, (
meaning, fools that from the word go, if I am getting it right -which is probably why I am finding kalk bay difficult to get away from, vengeance WAS planned, and it would be the kind where i have my own personal gilgal as I overturn the humiliation inflicted on me the ONLY way possible, which is with me, using the... powers that are inherent in me that make me more than a mere human, YEAHS) I wonder just how soon that can be because while i want to make them fools all pay, I STILL am not that interested in them. I need my mobility, and to leave this blasted country, in ashes, YEAHS.

I mean, from a technical point of view it makes some kind of sense, because well, I am like that dog, a pitbull, that NEVER lets go once it sinks its teeth into something, and me slinking away without reparation is NOT the kind of thing that satisfies my ... nature.
I am bred for WAR and I could never avoid conflict even if I got paid millions for it. Its imbedded in my soul, and hell, why fight it, or disguise it, I am going to make them fools PAY, and somehow, I am going to FIRST get myself on my feet and actually harness the so far erratic nature of my... destructive side.
In the meantime, I will be in your faces, and walking up and down, and you will get severely pissed off at me and , like good citi9zens of planet earth, try to CHANGE me, and I will watch you and ignore you like usual, and then, when the whole pot has reached boiling point, I will explode, and well, you will go down, and I mean DOWN!
yeahs!
Then there was this other thing. For a while I have been mulling it over, and well, I have decided, to hell with this, mys science teacher way back when told me the golden rule, "state the obvious", it will get you marks, and so, when I look at a vision where you get a woman facing a man and he is pointing at her privates, the OBVIOUS conclusion works, especially if there are the background theme lyrics
"as my  labour goes right down the drain

working under the mine
mining what is not mine
and so, my conclusion, especially as that pretender fool waited till I had showed up to then show me... I think... what is between him and the only person I think, as a fully functional adult, I ever had time for, by driving past me in that blasted SLK, well, IS, she is not and never was, and never could be... mine, in which case, my life is considerably made simpler. I am going to walk solo, and kill all them motherfuckers, and fucking mothers, and all them liars, and pretenders, and I do not have to make any distinction.
DEAD is DEAD, and I am thinking of all of you fools in THAT sense.
It is going to be a bloody war, and one rule that I learnt from history is that when the first bullet flies, out goes the battle plans.
My aim, I will admit, is to get at least ONE of them fools and MANUALLY show my displeasure, and that is what I am secretly hoping for.

To kill with my bare hands.
THIS I will enjoy, YEAH-SSSS!