Warhead ARMED, Target on LOCK-ON:- Lets Get Dangerous!

Just SMELL the air, look up at the sky, and you know that DOOM is here, in the form of... ME. The beginning of hostilities has... begun. ha ha, that is like the joke in one of terry pratchett's books, the one about the missing king's son, and this guy at a play says 'the play is commencing to start"

So, just to rub it in, I came back from wynberg, and the slk was still there, just as it had been  from the afternoon when she parked in front of the mr-2, and the lights were on at the offices upstairs and the shutters were down.  Like maybe I was not supposed to SEE her but I was supposed to know that she was there, and all that that would entail, like me maybe pulling my hair and saying that I could not afford to live my life without her. I went ballistic, of course, and had to sit down, roll my first joint right where vinnie has his stuff, and puff-puff and become less... HOSTILE

Then I climbed the mountain, and yeah, the shit was real high grade, I tell you. It knocked down my aggressive octas scale to low breeze, and i felt rather calmer than i would have if i had been stone cold sober, which is saying that even now I make a normal man at the 'end of his tether' look like a geriatric on tranquilisers. I am MAD, very, very mad, and I am wondering why the ... outside... is taking so long to... respond!

God said, and did something overnight that i wonder if anyone noticed, but I will get to that. This morning, though, I smoked part of the remainder of the swazi, and that is probably why i am not as raving mad as I would have been, which is why I evn BOTHERED coming to the library, to begin with. For me, it was all over, and the hostilities should have commenced to start, but i suppose that sometimes a pacifier is kinda... not out of place.
Now, Im not able to hear this song, but hell, I figured out what the guy was really saying when i was smoking the joint this morning, and it is rather appropriate for THIS morning, YEAH-SSS:-

if me take it tell them they would are say I lie

they would are say I lie

them watch and them damn

say this is a swine

this is a swine

BUT

certain things me  nuh inna

me nuh inna 

me nuh inna me nuh inna me nuh inna

ME NUH BOW FIR BENZ

AND ME NUH BOW FIR BEEMER

no dirty hand cant cook me dinner

certain things me nuh inna me nuh inna

me nuh inna me nuh inna me nuh inna

SENSIBILIA TO ME BRAIN

no coke with no cocaine inna

no morphine that me killer

me nuh bow fir benz

So, i have no idea what is going on in her mind, and I don't want to plumb into depths that have nothing to do with me, so I will take it at face value, that there is a conflict of interest here, and so, because the only conflicts that I TOLERATE are those where the other ... conflictee, ends up eating his or her own shit, then that means it is war. Finally. But I guess what I thought, "this time next week" meant is not the case on the ground, huh? No way I can make it to the US in such a short time. I still have to draw my list of stopping places and where to get what, and, of course, you all still have to ... die!

sensibila to me brain

This funny thing happened as i lay downto sleep, stomach full. God did what passes for a cough to attract attention, with Him, and then, as I went, all senses alert, completely still ready for anything, because I NEVER know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing that He would be flinging my way, I ended up looking at the roof of the... cave, wondering if it was falling in. Because for just a second, just a split second, there was a rumble right under where I slept, and the ground gave in. Seems like tectonic activities have arrived in cape town.  

the Mack is armed, and ready to get DANGEROUS, YEAH-SSS! Oh, yeah, me press trigger!