You, toad, cherly rumbak, leave me alone. Stop trying to attract my attention and PLEASE get it into that bifocal mind of yours that, regardless of how much you may want things different, I am NOT some errant little boy that just needs the right kind of woman (provided by you, of course) to put me on the right track. What I said, is what goes. I despise you, I loathe you, and frankly, I hate every white person, and I am GOING to kill every person, STARTING with you. So, do me a favour. Carry on with your miserable life, ignore me, till the time comes when I start dealing with my enemies. I do not find you either amusing in your antics nor do I even find your 'choices' for me palatable. If you had a brain, you would remember that I came BACK for one reason, and you would figure out that that reason no longer holds me back. If I were you, I would not seek to irritate me further while I am waiting, because I am still INTRODUCING myself to the world, and there does NOT exist a single person that is as capable of remorseless action as I am; I could add on to the things I have already decided I will do to you, so that by the time you do die, you would be begging me to give you reprieve.
We are enemies, you and i, regardless of how you may look at it, and i am out to DESTROY my enemies. I hope you GET that, at least.
I am, OK, a person that KNOWS he can think better than anyone i have so far come across, hell, I sat down with the book "the age of the earth" by that american professor, and at the first sitting saw the large holes in his theories, without even having to discard scientific logic. His mathematical computations were flawed, and I knew that, given the floor against this guy, I would wipe it with him.
My ... point... being that I realise my own brilliance. I am not trying to set myself up on a pedestal, but rather to soberly point out that i am not some deranged little maniac. I felt rather insulted yesterday when, as I walked to kalk bay, the very first person i should bump into was the cunt of a rasta, and when I arrived at la parada, they were playing the song 'i need a girl'.Because I seemed to have given up, and so, everyone wanted to show me the way to go. I do NOT give up, I do not KNOW how. Besides, there does NOt exist the kind of thing anywhere that is tougher than me. Sooo
People, LISTEN up. You are making me mad by constantly putting your shoes on me, forcing me to try them on.I am NOT a mistake. Whether you like it or not, your lives will be ENDED by me. True, the earth will never ever again be destroyed by a flood, BUT, I am REMOVING every living thing, every single specimen on this planet that has LIFE, whether it is in the sea or on the earth or flies in the skies, and sending it whole, intact, to hell. There will remain nothing on this planet, on its face, anything but the eleven souls that I have decreed will live till they just become dust, as i finally leave the planet. Get that clear. This WILL happen. Because I want it that way. God inflicted life on me, and well, I have to put up with it the best way I know how, and that is by making sure that things are so set up to not ... bother... me. ME, not anyone else.
I even wanted right sfter to run up the mountain, because the toad decided then, seeing me not walk up the mountain to sleep as I had said i would, she would drive by and, well, make herself visible. And she is easily the most revolting person, by appearance, that I have seen, the hag. I raised my hands to the heavens and asked God, "Why me?", and decided, fuck this, let me get out of this dump. I went to fetch water, was on my way back, got entangled by sydney, who said I should wait a bit because he had something for me, and, so, wait I did, ignoring anyone and everyone, even the gallery woman who had by then decided to come anyway and park her car in the one way and walk by me into her gallery, why she should do so I had no idea, but then, she is white, blonde, jewish, and none of these things are for me, anyway, grounds for stability (white people prefer to walk almost naked, they have no sense of propriety, and i hae lost track of the number of times i told that apple chick to cover herslf, but she knew better, i must be attracted enough to her to stop being rational and beome some zombie she can control; blonde people are stupid, and jews think the world revolves around them, they have the right to act on God's behalf), and then I got some work to do, and went and sat at the park, far from the madding crowd, and was therefore NOT pleased to see scary shary, who, as i said, harbours some delusions as to her appeal to me, try also to catch my attention and anyway, I was unhappy after a while with this mike-look-alike who was also doing his best to do a drive by and as I got up, upset, it started to drizzle, and I went to hand in my pieces and went to wynberg. Coming back, the gallery had has an exhibition all of her own, they block my path by bringing in a 'painting from the rain' from her bakkie with the hare-lip girl and that coloured guy i told his days are numbered. I mean, really?
