Now We Get Senselessly Violent

I loved the way bugsy vile always went "before we get senselessly violent...", right before he unleashed his crew on ace hart in the cartoon Dog City, among whom was

mad dog, who usually upset plans because when someone from the group of bugsy vile would throw a stick of fused and lit dynamite, for example, his canine instincts would take over and he would think they were playing "fetch" and go get the stick, and bring it back.
This, however, is REAL life, and there are NO crass errors on my part that will grant you a reprieve, no matter what your stupefied minds may tell you.
I have been irritated, and put upon , and annoyed, and while I am not the kind of person that has ever really paid much attention to what people do around me- which is probably a reason why, in compensation, my bone structure is NOT so normal, because I recall even being hit deliberately on the head and not even feeling anything nor even registering the animosity till I reflected on it later, and then got UPSET- when what they DO has an effect on me, or when I DO notice what they are on about, then, you can expect fireworks.
Know that I am now out to kill people, and that my list stands as is, except for one thing, the imp joins the gallery woman in  the lightning thing. they go first. And I want people to watch it happen, which means it will be in broad daylight, when you stupid idiots feel secure, and then I will start crushing you like bugs.
I do so love revenge.
Thing is, I remembered that on the day I was done, I was told that I must not come to muizenberg again, and I was cool with that. To me, it was simple, I was done with that cunt, I had forced her to choose, to take sides, and that was all I wanted. To be rid of her.
I agreed, and I remembered even asking, "are we done here?" and the fatso- that one i want to deal with with my own hands, YEAHSSS- saying no, we are not, sit down, and I weighed him up, and stood, and he had to say it about four times before I took in the cops across the desk, and then sat.
They must have thought they could not afford to let me go, they must have acknowledged that there was something unusual about me, but with some inexplicable arrogance, assumed that they could contain it.
For that, they will know the rage of the angriest person that has ever lived.Flowing directly into their paths like magma from the depths of the earth.
When the fools figured that their testimonies could not hold me, they threw in the imp.Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Said you will kill me, brother. Well, how about getting your chance with me, like NOW? Against the only living being who can NOT die, who controls the elements and can pretty much tell any part of the earth what he wants it to do and have it happen, hell, even cause you to do things you are not willing to do and you will not even know it because it will appear so natural?Scared yet? Dont be. Come and look into my eyes, and then KNOW real fear!

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I was left not only stupefied yesterday but also wondering what planet these people were from when I walked to kalk bay and saw the array of vehicles laid out for my inspection, conspicuous to show me that I was actually, deep down, just some guy that was looking for some woman with a strong enough pull to turn me from my stupid ways.
The scary mobile was there, and so, I figured, yep, gallery toad is around somewhere too, and then the slk was there, but I have done with her, she is, to translate it  from shona saying, bothering herself like an ancestral spirit that manifests itself on a deaf mute. I think it is the blonde thing. Or the fact that she can not seem to grasp that a word has meaning, and that I MEAN what I say, and do not vacillate between dawn and dusk like a wind vane in a changing wind.
So, I went to sydney, we sat, he gave me a stool, but I decided I would go sit rather at the park, and I was so, how do I put it, ready to burst into laughter that I had to have some R and R. And then, after a while, I decided, ah well, I need to be insulted up close and personal, so let me approach the building and see what is what. Well, there was earnest faced bimbo up and down all day like I am supposed to have my tongue loll out and all that, there was even mike who must have mistaken my interest in the gallery for a yearning for his slut, since i was wondering where toad woman was, I mean, she wouls show herself somehow, because as i crossed the road to walk back to where sydney was,  the fool drives his scooter almost between my feet

like he is telling me I can never afford to touch him because if i am superman he has got kryptonite, that chick. Keep playing with that role, fool, till the earth opens up and sends you to the one place where you will NEVER have any ... final... rest.
NEWSFLASH, losers.
I was never interested in women except as playthings, and even then for a while. When I met the one who seemed kind to me, and God put His two cents in, that left a question mark. I wondered if he had something better to offer. Like someone who was ALL for me, interested IN me, and had never ever been involved with anyone else nor LONGED for anyone else, and also, someone who would adapt to MY style not vice versa. That creature does not exist, and so, these stunts from these various women are actually quite disgusting. REALLY. They make me want to throw up.
the toad showed, and even blew me smoke from her cigarette from across the road. Cant touch this? We shall see!