From where I stand, the issue is simple, I have been stuck here, after the question I came back to seek an answer to was, to my own satisfaction, adequately answered, and so, I have had no reason to stick around, and have been quite annoyed, past few days, with God for keeping me here.
But now, I am easy. There is absolutely NO way that I am staying here any longer, and well, when it comes to ME, I know no other way than the one I plot. In other words, when I set out to do something, I INTEND to get it done, and right now, what i INTEND is to kill off every one of you on this planet except for eleven souls, and I was just getting warmed up before, but now, now, you die.
this is the funny part, which probably is where everyone thinks there is a weakness. Could God sanction this? Fuck, I am not interested in arguments anymore, all I know is I have been very aware for a long time that there will never be any possibility of me having my freedom, or even the RIGHT to be me, unless people were removed, and I have gradually and quite unrelentingly prepared for just that. All I wanted from God was a free hand, to do as i pleased without having to come with a begging bowl in hand to Him anytime i wanted something done. Probably was the entire reason I went mum the last time, because I felt trapped.
Then your weather starts behaving funny, and gradually, I start exerting MY pressure on the planet.
Hell, this is the time when people start to weep.
Which reminds me of the last day I actually worked.
I had written that 'forecast' thing, and decided that I was probably screwed, and become lathargic, and so, next day, I came down, and got some frames to do from sydney, 6 of them at R10 each, and i thought it would be a stroll in the park. The scary-mobile was parked beginning of the two kings parking, and what happened was, ebing lizards, we had gone to sit right there (I shuddered even then to think of the possible tourtured imaginations going on in scary shary's mind when she saw that, because trust me, if you are not white, these people are WEIRD), by her exhaust pipe, and as we did so, i did not notice the A3 parked just a bit up the road from where I was, till the pretender stepped out from it and walked past towards where me and sydney and a new arrival were now seated. I decided to move on and go sit at the park, and try to do this, because i had to live, I had to survive, to eat, and fuck it, I gave up. I think, at that point, even my staunch spirit was telling God that enough was enough. Guy looked at me, i could hardly fail to see the resemblance between him and the apple chick, despite the difference in hair colouring, because the sideways look was the same, but whereas the chick had a kind of feminine appeal, this guy reminded me of the roles he had played in the past, and fuck, all I could think of was how to hurt him, and i wanted to hurt him BAD, REAL BAD, so BAD that a million years from now he would still be regretting ever having stepped up against me and thought i was to be trifled with.
I neither am INTERESTED in forgiving him, or anyone else for that matter, nor am i interested in leting bygones be bygones. Them fools did what they did, thinking, maybe they did right, well, RIGHT can only come from me, and so, no matter how any of you may have thought you were unsanctinable in your actions, let me assure you that you are about to answer to ME.And there will be NO trial, just EXECUTION. Your sentences are ready, all they need now is to be carried out, and the good thing is, there is NO way anyone can escape this.
Anyway, after a while, I came to the toilet, for some sun, and stood there trying to finish making the 'fish', and when I was thinking that I had had enough, and i think it was way past midday already, like around 3pm or something, down comes the slk, top down, right by my face. I was like she cant help it, she can not think straight, she has after all, got that funny colour hair. She even, when she crossed the street, looked my way, like i was supposed to be impressed or something with her, or fall into lust or something.
Everything I said was just a waste of time, she knew better, that I secretely could not keep myself from her, even when I decided that, based on my observation of her behaviour, and her inclinations, she was unsuitable for me. I mean, hell, she must have been thinking, who the fuck am I to even THINK I could be in the same league with her. Hell, I would never even have NOTICED her if she had not decided to bring herself down to MY level to begin with, because I look up to NO ONE, if you should know.So what she had in her tiny mind concerning me, well, as i said, I can not blame her, she is blonde, she is white, and neither is known for being down-to-earth, because a person with brains would have read the warning signs from way back when, and known when to quit. No one claims things such as i claim and stands so arrogantly as i do unless i really KNOW my ground, and that should have been the FIRST hint.
And SECOND no one steps on my toes, ignores my words of warning, and assumes we can be friends. I do not DO friends. Either one is beneath me, a follower, or one is against me, and from where I stand, everyone is against me, and I will be quite glad to make that official, by killing you all
I decided, hell, fuck this: I went, was about to surrender the pieces I had made to sydney, and walk away, when he actually cajoled me into doing another, showing me how simple it was. I guess that was when I told him that i did not feel at all like working, and he decided that maybe i should seek medical assistance, because i was not myself lately, and that was that. But I suppose my POINT was that I knew then I was done.
Time to move on.
Time to go.
Time to get rid of you fools and take what is mine and use it as I feel like, and fuck who says different. I am now, thoroughly FED up, and i do not see this situation lasting like this for any length of time.It makes no sense. You have to die.Or i am a big fraud, a pretender, as tony sang to me one day.
We shall see, right?
But now, I am easy. There is absolutely NO way that I am staying here any longer, and well, when it comes to ME, I know no other way than the one I plot. In other words, when I set out to do something, I INTEND to get it done, and right now, what i INTEND is to kill off every one of you on this planet except for eleven souls, and I was just getting warmed up before, but now, now, you die.
Then your weather starts behaving funny, and gradually, I start exerting MY pressure on the planet.
Hell, this is the time when people start to weep.
Which reminds me of the last day I actually worked.
I had written that 'forecast' thing, and decided that I was probably screwed, and become lathargic, and so, next day, I came down, and got some frames to do from sydney, 6 of them at R10 each, and i thought it would be a stroll in the park. The scary-mobile was parked beginning of the two kings parking, and what happened was, ebing lizards, we had gone to sit right there (I shuddered even then to think of the possible tourtured imaginations going on in scary shary's mind when she saw that, because trust me, if you are not white, these people are WEIRD), by her exhaust pipe, and as we did so, i did not notice the A3 parked just a bit up the road from where I was, till the pretender stepped out from it and walked past towards where me and sydney and a new arrival were now seated. I decided to move on and go sit at the park, and try to do this, because i had to live, I had to survive, to eat, and fuck it, I gave up. I think, at that point, even my staunch spirit was telling God that enough was enough. Guy looked at me, i could hardly fail to see the resemblance between him and the apple chick, despite the difference in hair colouring, because the sideways look was the same, but whereas the chick had a kind of feminine appeal, this guy reminded me of the roles he had played in the past, and fuck, all I could think of was how to hurt him, and i wanted to hurt him BAD, REAL BAD, so BAD that a million years from now he would still be regretting ever having stepped up against me and thought i was to be trifled with.
I neither am INTERESTED in forgiving him, or anyone else for that matter, nor am i interested in leting bygones be bygones. Them fools did what they did, thinking, maybe they did right, well, RIGHT can only come from me, and so, no matter how any of you may have thought you were unsanctinable in your actions, let me assure you that you are about to answer to ME.And there will be NO trial, just EXECUTION. Your sentences are ready, all they need now is to be carried out, and the good thing is, there is NO way anyone can escape this.
Everything I said was just a waste of time, she knew better, that I secretely could not keep myself from her, even when I decided that, based on my observation of her behaviour, and her inclinations, she was unsuitable for me. I mean, hell, she must have been thinking, who the fuck am I to even THINK I could be in the same league with her. Hell, I would never even have NOTICED her if she had not decided to bring herself down to MY level to begin with, because I look up to NO ONE, if you should know.So what she had in her tiny mind concerning me, well, as i said, I can not blame her, she is blonde, she is white, and neither is known for being down-to-earth, because a person with brains would have read the warning signs from way back when, and known when to quit. No one claims things such as i claim and stands so arrogantly as i do unless i really KNOW my ground, and that should have been the FIRST hint.
And SECOND no one steps on my toes, ignores my words of warning, and assumes we can be friends. I do not DO friends. Either one is beneath me, a follower, or one is against me, and from where I stand, everyone is against me, and I will be quite glad to make that official, by killing you all
I decided, hell, fuck this: I went, was about to surrender the pieces I had made to sydney, and walk away, when he actually cajoled me into doing another, showing me how simple it was. I guess that was when I told him that i did not feel at all like working, and he decided that maybe i should seek medical assistance, because i was not myself lately, and that was that. But I suppose my POINT was that I knew then I was done.
Time to move on.
Time to go.
Time to get rid of you fools and take what is mine and use it as I feel like, and fuck who says different. I am now, thoroughly FED up, and i do not see this situation lasting like this for any length of time.It makes no sense. You have to die.Or i am a big fraud, a pretender, as tony sang to me one day.
We shall see, right?
