There is this movie where nicholas cage plays a bent cop who decides, after a shooting at a boxing match, to do the proper copper thing, and ends up protecting this girl and after his 'friend', a military guy, shoots himself in public after failing to kill that girl, the cop becomes a public hero. Then, a while later scandals rock him, about his cases of fraud, so he is seen running from the courthouse via a back door, jacket covering his face. He meets up with the girl a while later and goes:-
"My wife left me, and my mistress ran away"
"I am sorry to hear that", she says.
"Well, it could have been worse", and the amazed woman looks askance at him, and asks him,
"How could it have been worse?"
"They could have run off with each other!"
I was going to be doing research on something, well, on where to get a link between gravity, electricity and magnetism, and I ended up doing what I should have done first place, which was ... ask God, and I discovered that I had two possible destinations, which are some research facilties in the UK, as well as my ultimate destination, the USA.
And I wanted rubber. Seems liberia is the country producing it the most. I need some samples, so I will stop over there.
And I will have to go to hawaii for coffee, but aside from that, I am cool, with being an american resident. For the next seven years.
Apparently , my ... YEAR... begins this month, so I am counting DOWN the time I need to make myself equipped as a space adventurer.
Guess God has a sense of timing that is impeccable.
There is this other thing, though, that ... reminded... me of things I had stopped paying attention to, and i want to put it out there, clearly, so that no one gets any funny ideas about just how hostile I am.
Yesterday, apparently, them fools thought that what I do, even when I seem to be acting independent, I do... alone, and i was prepared to ignore them because I have said my piece and if they could not get THAT, then well, there was no point wasting my energy trying to explain things, but I have a feeling that maybe, just maybe, they still hold on to some faint hope that there may be something salvaged from this. For them.
Because when I walked to kalk bay, I saw the almera of the gallery woman parked right by the gallery, with the slk in front, and I was like, "here we go again".
I paid it no never-mind, like the ... 'african americans'... say, and went and waited for work to come my way, ostensibly from sydney, who was slow in producing anything solid. Till almost twelve, when i went back to the olympia cafe from the park, and as I walked back, I saw the gallery woman fussing beside her car, and I got what I wanted from sydney and was walking back, when she decided to drive past, go to the car park near the park, and then do a U-turn and drive back, so I could see her, or some such thing. I could see the tortured cogs of her pathetic mind working, and I stared at her, wondering if she did NOT get it that she has paid me the worst insult that any woman, aside from the apple chick, has ever paid me, which was to presume to FIND for me women that would 'suit' me. And she knows NOTHING about my tastes and preferences, and even if I SAY them, she thinks she knows better, and more to the point, WHO the fuck gave her the fucking right to meddle in issues that concern me?
I do not give a fuck what her religious convictions may be, what pisses me off is the downright crazy prejudice that makes her think she has ANY right to tell me, a person with a mind of my own, just what I ought to do, and that I am right or wrong.
Well, she reminded me why I hated her, and she will be the first to die. And the death will be spectacular, trust you me. I even intend to watch it. I was going to incinerate one of her cars with a bolt of lightning, but I have decided that, no, she has more than one, and i do not send messages, I DO things, so, I will have HER incinerated instead. Instant barbecue, from a bolt of lightning, yeah-ss. Are there any pictures of lightning victims?
People just LOVE some garish pictures, I am sure there must be something to give an idea of what to ... expect!
Apparently... NOT. Funny, you will just have to fill the gaps with your imagination, and trust me, I am not feeling overly ... generous... nor am I in a good mood of late. So, think of this as the worst-case scenario multiplied by a factor of a million.
Back to the cage story, the movie, though, there was a point to it, why I even mentioned it. Apparently, some people can not get over the fact that I said I did certain things, and they judge me, gauge me, by that. They live in the past, and do not get what is happening even right before their very eyes. I may have been a bumbling idiot, unsure and unfocused, but that was then. Since I came back, last day of this last month, I was a man on a mission, explicit from the beginning.
And i came to the conclusion that, despite whatever ... explanation... there may be, what the apple chick did consitutes an insult, and so, since she also showed no signs that she may have changed or even become contrite, well, then I will rid myself of her, and that is what i decided, and that is where i stand. There is nothing to keep me here, except, for now, a macabre curiosity in seeing a shrivelling hag singed and your houses full of holes, before I depart.
BUT this week is the end for you.
Consider this
"My wife left me, and my mistress ran away"
"I am sorry to hear that", she says.
"Well, it could have been worse", and the amazed woman looks askance at him, and asks him,
"How could it have been worse?"
"They could have run off with each other!"
I was going to be doing research on something, well, on where to get a link between gravity, electricity and magnetism, and I ended up doing what I should have done first place, which was ... ask God, and I discovered that I had two possible destinations, which are some research facilties in the UK, as well as my ultimate destination, the USA.
And I wanted rubber. Seems liberia is the country producing it the most. I need some samples, so I will stop over there.
And I will have to go to hawaii for coffee, but aside from that, I am cool, with being an american resident. For the next seven years.
Apparently , my ... YEAR... begins this month, so I am counting DOWN the time I need to make myself equipped as a space adventurer.
Guess God has a sense of timing that is impeccable.
Yesterday, apparently, them fools thought that what I do, even when I seem to be acting independent, I do... alone, and i was prepared to ignore them because I have said my piece and if they could not get THAT, then well, there was no point wasting my energy trying to explain things, but I have a feeling that maybe, just maybe, they still hold on to some faint hope that there may be something salvaged from this. For them.
Because when I walked to kalk bay, I saw the almera of the gallery woman parked right by the gallery, with the slk in front, and I was like, "here we go again".
I paid it no never-mind, like the ... 'african americans'... say, and went and waited for work to come my way, ostensibly from sydney, who was slow in producing anything solid. Till almost twelve, when i went back to the olympia cafe from the park, and as I walked back, I saw the gallery woman fussing beside her car, and I got what I wanted from sydney and was walking back, when she decided to drive past, go to the car park near the park, and then do a U-turn and drive back, so I could see her, or some such thing. I could see the tortured cogs of her pathetic mind working, and I stared at her, wondering if she did NOT get it that she has paid me the worst insult that any woman, aside from the apple chick, has ever paid me, which was to presume to FIND for me women that would 'suit' me. And she knows NOTHING about my tastes and preferences, and even if I SAY them, she thinks she knows better, and more to the point, WHO the fuck gave her the fucking right to meddle in issues that concern me?
I do not give a fuck what her religious convictions may be, what pisses me off is the downright crazy prejudice that makes her think she has ANY right to tell me, a person with a mind of my own, just what I ought to do, and that I am right or wrong.
Well, she reminded me why I hated her, and she will be the first to die. And the death will be spectacular, trust you me. I even intend to watch it. I was going to incinerate one of her cars with a bolt of lightning, but I have decided that, no, she has more than one, and i do not send messages, I DO things, so, I will have HER incinerated instead. Instant barbecue, from a bolt of lightning, yeah-ss. Are there any pictures of lightning victims?
People just LOVE some garish pictures, I am sure there must be something to give an idea of what to ... expect!
Apparently... NOT. Funny, you will just have to fill the gaps with your imagination, and trust me, I am not feeling overly ... generous... nor am I in a good mood of late. So, think of this as the worst-case scenario multiplied by a factor of a million.
Back to the cage story, the movie, though, there was a point to it, why I even mentioned it. Apparently, some people can not get over the fact that I said I did certain things, and they judge me, gauge me, by that. They live in the past, and do not get what is happening even right before their very eyes. I may have been a bumbling idiot, unsure and unfocused, but that was then. Since I came back, last day of this last month, I was a man on a mission, explicit from the beginning.
And i came to the conclusion that, despite whatever ... explanation... there may be, what the apple chick did consitutes an insult, and so, since she also showed no signs that she may have changed or even become contrite, well, then I will rid myself of her, and that is what i decided, and that is where i stand. There is nothing to keep me here, except, for now, a macabre curiosity in seeing a shrivelling hag singed and your houses full of holes, before I depart.
BUT this week is the end for you.
Consider this
a hostile takeover, of the extreme kind
