Siamese Twins

Of course, I am more pissed off RIGHT now than I can recall ever being in my whole life, but hell, I have to hand it to my... significant, undetachable,... other for the way he bundled ... ME ... out of expressing my anger in ways I felt most comfortable with. Smooth. I am not even that angry, especially as I realise what God meant about twins, how we are two parts, literally, and we complement each other, or he complements me so that I do not end up making a fool of myself, although a few minutes ago, I would have LOVED to do just that!
Fuck, I HATE mike!

me no want no man tell me NOTHING

war no jungle

if they boy try take man fir fool
ah wha'?
Let me tell you something
Me press trigga 

me nuh press paper bomb

no bother chat 

come face me with some'
Like ALL the F-22 inna me sound

turn a fuse

or fir get the next gun fool

any time you ready pon your horses start war

see who now fir spread it out up on the tar
One or two no take
 nuh long speech from the guy

any time you ready fool anytime start...

nuh make no evidence nuh testify...

what them are gon' do with no tongue and no eye

So, this is what happened just to fill in the blanks. Now, me, I have said, over and over again, what I want, and how i want it, and how it is impossible for me to change, or alter something I have decided as concretely as THIS, but, of course, i was not forcing her to accept my ways, and i was alive to the fact  that this would not be to her liking, and so, far as i saw it, i would have to kill her, simple
I was easy with that, because i will not be made to feel uncomfortable in MY life simply because some idiot thinks she has a say in what I do, and so, I walked back to kalk bay without a care in the world. And was quite ready to draw my ... figurative ...sword and run everyone through and give them the finger in the process. Then, of course, I walked up to sydney, and we both decided that we were too lazy to work, and so, we took a walk, and came upon an slk 55, a 5,5 V8 AMG engine, given the sport name for the place from which they are made, some german bullshit which has the initials A, M, and G.
And, well, some things die hard. I stared, and liked the idea of the power under that bonnet.And lived to regret it. Ok, not much, because these fools, they buzz like flies and have no sense, at all.

If you  want to live

treat me good
if you want to live

I beg you treat me good 

I'm like a walking razor

dont you watch my size
I'm dangerous

If you are a bully

treat me good

if you are a bully,
i beg you treat me good

I'm like a stepping razor

dont you watch my size
I'm dangerous
(I'm so dangerous)

Anyway, because them fools have nothing better to do than draw conclusions on anything I do, there came the gallery woman a few seconds later in her almera, and I, after seeing the bullshit, went, "see, You Asshole what I have to put up with while my life is on hold?", and pretended i had not seen her, while sitting very provocatively with sydney at that place of mike's just outside the train station. I HATE the bastard!
So, anyway, we sat, and with the chick who was selling at the small tuck shop, we discussed the universal problem, and I found out that everyone is sort of labouring under the same problem I have, but they prefer to just get on with it. Sydney brought it up, saying that he saw many pretty women and they were already taken by some asshole that was clearly a mismatch, and so he wanted to go around asking if they were really happy with their "choice" in life. The chick, who is married, confessed that she would not want to do that because she might lose her husband, and so preferred to live the way she was living, and she spoke about the constraints that her life of conformity was forcing on her, and well, we had a very entertaining and interesting few hours, till we both realised the time was gone.

In the meantime, I had been retouching my hair. It is MY hair, and I intend to grow dreadlocks, because I do not want my head uncovered. I made a mistake to cut it off the first time, and decided I would not do so again, and so, I intend to do it better this time. It has nothing to do with what them fools may conclude, that I ... fear... losing the woman. Well, maybe a bit, but i will PERSONALLY kill her, if it came to that, if she threatened in anyway my peace of mind, and so, if i am concerned, it is the fact that I am going to be ... alone. This is not like me trying to put her on a pedestal or anything, but, well, after the crazy life i have lived with her under my spotlight, anyone else would be boring. A let down, and so, I do not really look forward to going seeking.
Anyway, I decided to go look-and-see, what was happening as sydney was packing his stuff, right? Actually, Ok, I went looking for trouble, again, and I was like almost hyperventilating when I saw mike sitting at HIS place - see how reasonable I am?- at the 'counter' thing at la parada or whatever it is called. I thought about it for a long time.
A very long time. I think it was a couple of seconds. An eternity.
Then I went for him.
And sydney appeared, and diverted me, asked me to go buy some glue.
I came back, and the culprit was gone. The 'boy' was upstairs, at the window, puffing smoke very contendedly as he looked down at me.
I wondered what he would feel like with my hands at his throat, and I looked at him, appraisingly.

nuff a dem are pause up

like dem run the world, 

let me tell you something...


Ehe
so no one take it personal...
anything test
DEAD
we just fly off those little head

nuh go deal deal deal
still a boy get killed
nuh go deal deal deal
you better sign on the will
nuh go deal deal deal
 a boy get killed
nuh go deal deal deal
we go pin the barrel

Then I decided to just stand and watch and wait for sydney to come so i could have some money, and hell, I wanted to ... . Till I realised just how i had been manipulated by mu minder, again, and decided, well, fuck it, he can have his due
But, I came here instead.
I hate them fools.
So, I have this being that is part of me that well, devotes himself exclusively to me not making an ass of myself, although I long to do just that sometimes, because it would be so... satisfying. So, he is actually a part of me, and he seems to be coming into his own right about now, because i am being manouevred in the most interesting ways, and i do not get it at times, till its done.But, hell, I am mad, I just want you all to be dead. Nothing personal, I just... personally, do not like any of you.
As I said, nothing personal.
Oh, where is sean paul?