tell the girl
no other way...
Maybe even I am being rather skimpy with the truth; must come from hanging around God too much and then having to deal with people as well, but well, I suppose it is best that this particular issue was laid to rest, because it appears that with what I see around me, there is an ... assumption... (God forbid) that you all are not about to inflagrate, become inflammable, be incinerated, et.c.Of course, what seems to be the problem is the failure to acknowledge two different things happening here,
(one) that I NEED to be away from the madding crowd and to do my own thing, and thus limit the anger that God infuses in me whenever there are people around, and He gleefully "advises", like I am an arrow that He aims and fires. And I go, without swerving.
So, people NEED to die, and as far as I am concerned, my list of those who do NOT die, is full up, and these are people who, my mother aside, for obvious reasons, saw that I was a person, not some kind of thing to be used, like a tool.
(two) it is a futile thing for the people that the woman has pissed me off with, people I have a history of wanting dead, like 'our friend dave' the cunt of a rasta, the boy, miss short and dumpy, et.c., to assume that there exists for them any loophole for a future or whatever. NO, I am going to kill you all, and the simple truth is, I am sending you all, alive, to hell, but mike and the pretender will precede you, after the gallery woman dies first, no matter where they may hole up.
And what is stopping me from doing it NOW?
Well, the usual, God's whispers, which if I reject them, make me responsible for proving the truth of things, when I never ever wanted to be in the situation to begin with, and also, the fact that I would like, for once to be proved wrong, by being shown that this woman does actually care for me, despite the fact that I AM, no matter how this turns out, going to make her pay for making me a fool before. Not only care, but that she is untouched. BUT it is not God that must be satisfied, nor is it her family and friends that ought to know about it, it is ME, and if she fails to see that simple thing, then well, lets say I am ready to snap, and not feeling that friendly, and so, I would very gladly show just how ... HARD... I am.
Adamantium, in fact, the hardest and baddest thing.
And I make NO decision, no matter how unreasonable it may seem, without meaning to back it up to the fullest.
Oppose me, fools, do not TRY to get on my good side, because there is NO room for you there. You are on the BAD side, and that is GOOD, for me.
I never said I was interested in EVERYONE, did I? Or that even if I was interested in that one person, she could have her way with me like I am some desperate fool!
And then we get technical, like maybe, how long underwater you can hold your breath?
Did I say I have this affinity with water? Well, lest put it this way, I am here to break hearts, not mend them, just so you know.
Now that you are aware of that, how about some TLC?
Some Tough, Loud, Carnage?
Howl like a sound of siren, nah mean?
