It took me a while to realise what was happening, but when I did, I stopped fighting it. Past 3 or four days, I have not been working, and the reason given by sydney is that we ought to focus on my health, my cough.I get paid for food and, like now, for medicine. Today was another experiment, but what I realised was this, I have literally hung my boots in this area. I will never ever again ... work... in kalk bay. Its that simple. I KNOW that from people's viewpoints, outward change must come first, but whether you like it or not, I am GONE, which means you all are dead.
Of course you do not believe me, because you want to have everything the 'normal' way, but there is NOTHING normal about me. I was cussing God because I realise that I am ALIVE because He wont let me die, and so this 'cough, He will deal with it.
but right now, it is rather convenient to hide behind, right?
Another thing is, for some reason, based on what I see, words do not seem to be the bread and butter of communication between people. I SAY what is on my mind, and from the reactions of people, they expect me to fall on my silly ass. Well, fucking LET me fall. Why would you want to pick up the pieces? I HATE you people, and thank God the POWER is MINE and I can END your lives as I want to, and so, what kind of... interaction does ANY of you fools think he or she can have with me? you are in my WAY and that is the only reason I even NOTICE you, so I will smash you like bugs.
I use words because I want what I want to be really OUT there, so that my thoughts are known without ambivalence. I will be frank, BOLD, if I am say so; I REALLY HATE every single person I see around me, and I WANT you dead with ALL my heart, period. It nauseates me to think, as some used women do, or some scary women, or even some irritating girls whose histories i know and whose proximity makes me get tense and irritated, because your voices are too squeaky or whiny, like mice, or whatever, and to have such people THINK I am going to lower my drawbridge and let them enter because of some fluke, well, it is really sickening.
I am trying right now to push time by loading music on sydney's ipod, so I am not really focusing on insulting you people. You are not that important. I am sure you matter to yourselves, but to me, you are walking maggot magnets.
So, fuck you.
I can NOT fucking REMEMBER the title of that song by damian marley..... ah, yes, confrontation!
If you look into my eyes, does any of you even begin to see the imbecile, the person that can be bent, twisted, or by some stratagem moulded into waht ANY of you want?
Get real.
Get lost.
Admit the simple truth, you have waged war, toad, apple chick, mike, the imp, whoever, against someone that does NOT know the meaning of the word give up, and the cost of THAT warfare will be your lives, which I will gleefully make examples of.
Of course you do not believe me, because you want to have everything the 'normal' way, but there is NOTHING normal about me. I was cussing God because I realise that I am ALIVE because He wont let me die, and so this 'cough, He will deal with it.
but right now, it is rather convenient to hide behind, right?
Another thing is, for some reason, based on what I see, words do not seem to be the bread and butter of communication between people. I SAY what is on my mind, and from the reactions of people, they expect me to fall on my silly ass. Well, fucking LET me fall. Why would you want to pick up the pieces? I HATE you people, and thank God the POWER is MINE and I can END your lives as I want to, and so, what kind of... interaction does ANY of you fools think he or she can have with me? you are in my WAY and that is the only reason I even NOTICE you, so I will smash you like bugs.
I use words because I want what I want to be really OUT there, so that my thoughts are known without ambivalence. I will be frank, BOLD, if I am say so; I REALLY HATE every single person I see around me, and I WANT you dead with ALL my heart, period. It nauseates me to think, as some used women do, or some scary women, or even some irritating girls whose histories i know and whose proximity makes me get tense and irritated, because your voices are too squeaky or whiny, like mice, or whatever, and to have such people THINK I am going to lower my drawbridge and let them enter because of some fluke, well, it is really sickening.
I am trying right now to push time by loading music on sydney's ipod, so I am not really focusing on insulting you people. You are not that important. I am sure you matter to yourselves, but to me, you are walking maggot magnets.
So, fuck you.
I can NOT fucking REMEMBER the title of that song by damian marley..... ah, yes, confrontation!
If you look into my eyes, does any of you even begin to see the imbecile, the person that can be bent, twisted, or by some stratagem moulded into waht ANY of you want?
Get real.
Get lost.
Admit the simple truth, you have waged war, toad, apple chick, mike, the imp, whoever, against someone that does NOT know the meaning of the word give up, and the cost of THAT warfare will be your lives, which I will gleefully make examples of.
