It is never a surprise to me that everyone thinks I am a pretender, that I am not really out to do what I say I do, but what really got me to almost laugh my lungs out while at the same time get really mad was what happened as I came to kalk bay.
Now, I walked there and from where I was standing I could not see sydney's stuff, and, having only R4 in my pocket and therefore very worried about my stomach while still feeling 'cautious' about what to do, I satrted getting depressed.I am going to starve, I thought, I am really really going to starve, and what is worse is that I have sort of made a pact that I would not work with anyone else but him, and so, I was feeling like a hungry man would feel... upset.
I saw the almera, well, I would have to have been blind NOT to see it, but since there was no mr-2, my thoughts went instantly to those days when she stood by her window so that the apple chick could drive towards me, and then exchange a kiss with the pretender. My ... miseducation continues? I speculated. I must be house broken, me the guy that can not ever compromise, at least, not for long. But then, they think that they are sent from heaven. And I started whistling the tune.
I almost laughed, anyway, because you could have written the script yourself, based on all those times they tried the same thing, and failed, and for which, NOW, they die.
Anyway, because I am ... challenged... when it comes to access to a toilet when on the mountain, I went about my daily routine in the public toilet, plus, toilet paper beats leaves and grass any day, trust me.
Time I came out, the slk- it is a 350 actually, I could not help checking because I was like staring at it the whole of the morning- was being driven right past me in the main road, and she parked by the office entrances.
Education time, I thought. I was trying to run her thoughts towards me into coherent words, and I suppose she would be going, "You insect, I will show you, you say I dress like a slut, well, so I will keep on doing that, and I will come to work right in your face, and see how you like that!". I tried, God, I tried to see if she actually THOUGHT at all, but I stood by the rails at the toilet, and said to myself, though her appearance in the place belied any such sentiment, "Surprise me!"
Of course not. The only surprise was that when she finally did alight the vehicle- hey I grew up in the military- was that she wore that not-so-full overcoat.
I think her wardrobe is worse than mine. because unless she is like batman who bought the same model of car and had plenty stacked in his underground garage, she was probably wearing the same clothes, and well, having grown up with four sisters, and then spent most of my time horizontal with them women superimposed on me or vice versa ( which means nothing impresses me, cunt!) women SMELL different from men, and I remember being attacked by male dogs and licked by female dogs when I had impromtu sex in someone's backyard and did not wipe afterwards.
Anyway, she got out, and I was staring, and this guy- as I said, they sit down and try to find ways to break the One God predicted would be a rock that would smash ALL the kingdoms of all the earth, and these would be no more, meaning that the person has to be one tough and bloddy-minded asshole. ME, in fact- this 'bad' jewish boy, clive, walks up to her, and they start conversing. Now, I was waiting for some wire from sydney to do something and walk away, and so, because i am an extremely self-centred person, and my needs come first, I thought, sickening, and then, went and stood up the alley by the bakery, talking with mwale, while ignoring lesson number 29. I was NEVER good at being taught stuff.
Then I looked across the road, and there, showing his yellow belly, and thus the trap laid for me, was mike.
My admission to making some signs- did i also say that I gave ms short and dumpy and the boy the finger, but in an underhanded way? I never could walk the straight and narrow, and I KNOW my temper gets me in trouble more often than not, but sometimes i do not care- was bound to draw him out, to make him irritate me so I could get another taste of pollsmoor. Now, some people are obvious, and this character, well, i have read him plenty times and nothing he does would ever surprise me, because, as I said, you people, compared to me, are quite ...umm... stupid. No offense intended, but that is a fact. Actually I intend to offend you all. Because, yes, I never did like and i never will love fans.Anyway, the sight of that craven idiot is always bound to bring out the worst in me, and when I weighed that with my belly, I decided that I better vamoose before i forgot everything and just blew up.
So, I was all for walking away, and there is ms heaven sent herself, still busy talking to clive by the entrance to the gallery and mike's offices, and she took one look at me as I said, "Fuck!" when I saw the walls closing in on me from every side, and she said a hurried bye to that curly-locks guy, and hightailed it upstairs, while the guy himself looked at me, though I am sure my face still looked the same, like, I guess, the face of a person who has the famed thousand yard stare, come to think of it, and his own face was ... ashen. I paid him no attention, paid no one no attention, just walked up to sydney, asked him if he was ready for me, and he said not yet, and I walked on, and kept walking, destination unknown.
What brought me up short was this girl/woman I used to work with in my time as Brother's employee, and i walked back with her and her workmates-the Area Cleaning ladies- and then when I did get back to sydney, he was ready and I sat where i had been yesterday, but facing the opposite direction. I mean, I SAID what was going to happen, and I am not interested in approval or whatever, so it is up to whoever to take it the way they want. Me, I do not give a fuck. I made my plans of execution based on my... prerogative... as the lord of the earth, and fuck it, it stands. So, the toad dies first, then mike and the pretender, and once that is done, everyone else follows, KNOWING where they are going, having had a practical demonstration. Of MY might.
You have huffed, you have puffed and I have been doing MY nails, now, I will blow your house down, and this happens like... NOW. Nuh, maybe after supper. BUT definitely before the week is out.
I like the weekend to be rather... spunky.
Fireworks and all that jazz.
I know that this sounds like something that can never happen, but hey, I know where i come from, where I am going, and as I said, I never did like and I never will love fans.
I saw the almera, well, I would have to have been blind NOT to see it, but since there was no mr-2, my thoughts went instantly to those days when she stood by her window so that the apple chick could drive towards me, and then exchange a kiss with the pretender. My ... miseducation continues? I speculated. I must be house broken, me the guy that can not ever compromise, at least, not for long. But then, they think that they are sent from heaven. And I started whistling the tune.
Anyway, because I am ... challenged... when it comes to access to a toilet when on the mountain, I went about my daily routine in the public toilet, plus, toilet paper beats leaves and grass any day, trust me.
Time I came out, the slk- it is a 350 actually, I could not help checking because I was like staring at it the whole of the morning- was being driven right past me in the main road, and she parked by the office entrances.
Education time, I thought. I was trying to run her thoughts towards me into coherent words, and I suppose she would be going, "You insect, I will show you, you say I dress like a slut, well, so I will keep on doing that, and I will come to work right in your face, and see how you like that!". I tried, God, I tried to see if she actually THOUGHT at all, but I stood by the rails at the toilet, and said to myself, though her appearance in the place belied any such sentiment, "Surprise me!"
Of course not. The only surprise was that when she finally did alight the vehicle- hey I grew up in the military- was that she wore that not-so-full overcoat.
I think her wardrobe is worse than mine. because unless she is like batman who bought the same model of car and had plenty stacked in his underground garage, she was probably wearing the same clothes, and well, having grown up with four sisters, and then spent most of my time horizontal with them women superimposed on me or vice versa ( which means nothing impresses me, cunt!) women SMELL different from men, and I remember being attacked by male dogs and licked by female dogs when I had impromtu sex in someone's backyard and did not wipe afterwards.
Anyway, she got out, and I was staring, and this guy- as I said, they sit down and try to find ways to break the One God predicted would be a rock that would smash ALL the kingdoms of all the earth, and these would be no more, meaning that the person has to be one tough and bloddy-minded asshole. ME, in fact- this 'bad' jewish boy, clive, walks up to her, and they start conversing. Now, I was waiting for some wire from sydney to do something and walk away, and so, because i am an extremely self-centred person, and my needs come first, I thought, sickening, and then, went and stood up the alley by the bakery, talking with mwale, while ignoring lesson number 29. I was NEVER good at being taught stuff.
Then I looked across the road, and there, showing his yellow belly, and thus the trap laid for me, was mike.
My admission to making some signs- did i also say that I gave ms short and dumpy and the boy the finger, but in an underhanded way? I never could walk the straight and narrow, and I KNOW my temper gets me in trouble more often than not, but sometimes i do not care- was bound to draw him out, to make him irritate me so I could get another taste of pollsmoor. Now, some people are obvious, and this character, well, i have read him plenty times and nothing he does would ever surprise me, because, as I said, you people, compared to me, are quite ...umm... stupid. No offense intended, but that is a fact. Actually I intend to offend you all. Because, yes, I never did like and i never will love fans.Anyway, the sight of that craven idiot is always bound to bring out the worst in me, and when I weighed that with my belly, I decided that I better vamoose before i forgot everything and just blew up.
What brought me up short was this girl/woman I used to work with in my time as Brother's employee, and i walked back with her and her workmates-the Area Cleaning ladies- and then when I did get back to sydney, he was ready and I sat where i had been yesterday, but facing the opposite direction. I mean, I SAID what was going to happen, and I am not interested in approval or whatever, so it is up to whoever to take it the way they want. Me, I do not give a fuck. I made my plans of execution based on my... prerogative... as the lord of the earth, and fuck it, it stands. So, the toad dies first, then mike and the pretender, and once that is done, everyone else follows, KNOWING where they are going, having had a practical demonstration. Of MY might.
You have huffed, you have puffed and I have been doing MY nails, now, I will blow your house down, and this happens like... NOW. Nuh, maybe after supper. BUT definitely before the week is out.
Fireworks and all that jazz.
I know that this sounds like something that can never happen, but hey, I know where i come from, where I am going, and as I said, I never did like and I never will love fans.
