but, about the worms.
Apparently, I am, in the yes of people, a coward. The fact that I do not care enough about anything to be afraid is seemingly lost on them, and so, when I came from this very same library in fish hoek and went and sat at a place in kalk bay where obert is normally to be found, just past the station, well, a certain candidate for a worm to turn my thinking around, the reason I was locked up to begin with, decided to show up, arm in arm with the person I told her that, for the stunt the7y both pulled on me, to wit, kissing in front of me, they were both dead, and she had a small dog with her, a poodle. To let me know I did not have to be... afraid of vicious dogs. And the stupid woman has NO idea what the dog was even DOING in the vision, but of course she knows best what I probably should be doing.
I laughed. She was not amused, because a while later mike was around, with a metro cop, apparently because I MUST, in the eyes of every law abiding citizen around, HAVE a restriction order against me, simply because it is NOT right that just because I grumble to God that I am fed up and everything had better be settled NOW or I become quickly everyone's worst nightmare, I get EVERY charge against me dismissed and I come out, judge notwithstanding, a free man with no RECORD or injunction against me.
And extremely upset.
And mike decides that I must scoot.
I laughed again.
I am going to enjoy killing these people, YEAH-SSS! Personally!
The day after, the dog I had had to befriend just to be mobile at my uncle's place was rammed home to me forcibly, because I saw a pair that were like it. Ironically, if one can appreciate the pun in the names, the dog was called "Pinkie", altho9ugh it was brown, and it was a rhodesian ridgeback, as shown in the picture. Pink=> violet, anyone?
Funny that, because after this woman decided to walk past with two male versions of the breed, and I was sitting at vinnie's market with him, the very same wo,man that has been a thorn in my side because she of course- silly woman woulod be dead already if I had actually been able to CORNER her and prove that she is erself DOING everything on her own, but, appaerently, according to God, she is not thinking for herself, but is relying on her doomed mother, whom I will also enjoy taking apart piece by slow piece iof it is the LAST thing I ever do- and decided to walk by with those larger dogs, a fluuffly friendly breed, and when she walked out and we made eye contact, she searched my face for any welcome, and found none, and well, true to form, her whole manner showed what she was thinking. I mean, you get me locked up for rejecti9ng your ways, and I am supposed to be friendly towards you? She has no shame, the silly hussy, and I have a theory that, like the dog in the vision, or rathwer unlike the dog in the vision, she has no morals to speak of, which is why everything goes with her. So she showed up, and gave tony a reason to lash out at vinnie, because he was saying that now she feels insecure about walking around because of me she must have a dog with her for protection. A worm so busy trying to get into my head she can not grasp the simple thing that is right there before her very eyes, I am a person that can not die, that God has made impossible to die, and that is, and has always has been, even blindly, doing exactly as I plase about life except when I was trying to die, and I do NOT bow down to anyone, either small or great, and I do NOT negotiate> It would have been noce for me take her home in a little while when I go to face my mother and have her see this FREAK that I am that both she and God fashioned between them, and then spend the next seven years showing her as much misery as I can so that when she dies, she will long for the relief of death just so that she can escape my puring wrath,k because I am, after all, the lord of this earth, this pile of rubble, and everyone else is just in the way, when you get down to it.
Fight me at your peril. This is Gumboy, the psi-core
