So, in a high profile case, this black man is accused of murdering this white socialite. He was her gardener, and his semen was discovered in her, and his own testimony is that she would call him after hours for a 'rainbow nation' session. But that particular night, he left a bit early because his wife was back from a trip 'home', and he did not want marital troubles.
The prosecutor asks him, "Was she lucid when you ... left?" Guy replies, "I did not do any lucid shit to her man, I am not into that stuff!" Apparently, he thought that had to do with LSD or stuff!
The prosecutor asks him, "Was she lucid when you ... left?" Guy replies, "I did not do any lucid shit to her man, I am not into that stuff!" Apparently, he thought that had to do with LSD or stuff!
But, it drew me back to my own time before the judge, and when I came before him and ASKED him what I was locked up for, he waxed all lyrical and all that, and even included something about oscar, but he did not call him blade-runner or oscar, and i, bored, went, "Who?",and the whole court laughed, and then he said "OSCAR pretorious, man, oscar pretorious!". He was talking about whether I ought to be pyschiatrically evaluated to see if I was fit to stand trial... .
It was a humiliating time at Pollsmoor. When you get off the police van, you have to crouch before the admissions gate in two rows, and then you walk in, strip to your birthday suit, and have your personal effects checked. There were two wardens in two 'walkways', with a low wall between the two, and one called the other to come see me, because of my ... . Then, like farmers discussing cattle, they talked to each other and said I should get clinically circumcised while there, but whew, that was HUGE!
When I came out, first thing I noticed was, while talking to vinnie at his stall, a guy pulls up, parks his car by us, says, "hey, come help!", and I was supposed to offload stuff and go with it to the gallery. I assume that this was a ... test, to see if I had learned compliance, and was ready to do as i was told.
Hell, the people do NOT know the BEAST they awakened, right?
The other time, they raided the room I was in E2-349, on a friday night, or phones and illegal stashes of money. The door suddenly banged open, everybody was told to lie down, and one by one, hands on head, go out, strip-there were lady wardens and rottweilers- and then facing a wall, go up and down like a frog leaping while a warden checked your ass to see if anything looked like falling ... out!
And the silly little woman, after I deliberately decided NOT to give anyone more fuel to use in a fire to burn me, walks up to where I was sitting with obert, hand in hand with the pretender, with a little pooch in her other hand, as if I am supposed to say, "Oh no, even if you are someone else's, I will still STICK around for you and NOT go anywhere", because I had spoken about a dog, and thought she would get the PICTURE that I was dead set on judgement, and was telling her that it was HER I meant as the DOG that knew not its own home or master, and was in danger... .
When I showed my displeasure about this continuous mockery, and cracked my knuckles, the pretender draws nearer with a traffic cop, and he greets me;- "hi", he says, and then he goes on to the traffic warden, "Its one of these guys", like he does not know which one. Then mike shows up, apparently all BRAZEN and BOLD, (guy tops me by more than a couple of inches, weighs more than I do, and I have never seen anyone as scared of me as he is) and drops his riding gloves on the table top, and starts to growl about me NOT being allowed here, and I answered him mildly enough, not because I was scared but because I was sick of all this, that all charges had been dropped against me, and I was just minding my own business.
As I said before, I am slow with people.
I was still deciding about the chick, fighting the visions' conclusions and the pain in my own heart.
And it was only when I realised that it does NOT matter what a vision says, or what a person thinks I must do because of them, it is what I FEEL, the pain that I get, that matters, because THAT is what will get you killed, because if you KNEW what must happen, why did you TRY to make it happen your way, like God or I need a push?
The imp came to court, said I had made a throat-cutting gesture, and when I saw that it was NOT her, but him that was laying charges, I laughed, and said, "him?"
He tried to lay it on thick, said that I had said if I came out, I would kill them all. Well, I will. This time, you get to choose. Cross my path and I will kill you with my bare hands, do not and you will descend to hell bodily. BUT, KILL you I WILL. THAT is a done deal.
Foregone conclusion.
He even further said that I wanted to go to america, and well, I do,and I will, and I wish I could let you watch, but you will be too busy getting introduced to searing flames to... notice.
Today is your chance, even all you clever people who think there is in me even a... modicum... of interest in negotiating ANYTHING. I do not do terms and conditions. I am quite plain, right?
I want you all DEAD, the sooner the better, and you can make it all happen sooner by just tweaking my tail.
Or trying to show me that you know better.
Come on, what have you got to lose? Aside from your lives, that is?
