the street is like a fire
like a fire
show no sympathy
Let me put this... issue ... in the clearest possible light, so that there is no longer any doubt about just how much hate and anger I have, and how I AM going to KILL you regardless of how you feel about it.
I woke up in the morning, after a night spent really putting things into perspective, and I was going to go to the library and lay out everything in the grim light of day, when, upon my arrival, I almost kicked myself when I realised that, with the new opening times, the library would be opening only at 12pm. I was NOT amused, and so, I trudged back to kalk bay... .
What I had wanted to do, initially was live up to my promise to the toad, that if she EVER bothered me, I would rethink what I had decided to do to her, and make it worse, because the day before, when I walked back to kalk bay, I am getting to the junction where the road to the harbour starts and there she is, seeking to make eye contact. I was walking with brian, guy I used to stay at the same house with in masi, and i pointed her out and said that as i live, there is NO person that I hate as much as i hate this person, and there she was, doing the very thing i had warned her not to do.
Now, I want to take you back a bit, so that you know EXACTLY who you are dealing with. I have pointed out that God does not do anything for me, but that at times, when I would complain, He would offer suggestions, and i would tackle the problem myself. Check my records. I even remember when I was thinking of collecting women, that I mentioned someone that was not suitable, and He went, "education", and the next day, at the library, I was looking at this chick who, upon seeing me eyeing her, decided to do the model thing, and I took it under consideration. It was in effect, I who realised just how intensely PRIVATE I am, and how i would NOT want many people in my life, and i desisted from that path. But God NEVER said it was impossible. He actually offered solutions based on what i was looking at at that time.
the POINT is that, what I can conceive, I can achieve, regardless of how heavy it may seem, because, as i said, I am ... unique.
the OTHER thing, the thing that is NOT amusing, is that God has already set the times and dates. I learned this the hard way when I was looking at the time i spent in jail. He had determined that I was going to spend three months in jail, and I found out the bitter reason for that, and so, THREE months I spent. I was cursing Him the other time when He would not let me speak to the judge and defend myself that I could speak english even better than he did, by Him pointing out that I should not interrupt my enemy when he was making a mistake. The fool, maybe at the instigation of mike and his crew, had decided there would be no trial, I was to be deported, and they were waiting for home affairs to take me back, something even I knew was impossible,although dozens were being deported daily, because I LEFT Zimbabwe, and will never go back there again. I was upset, of course, because being in Pollsmoor, when you are a person that does NOT obey rules nor seek to fit in, like i do, is no joke. And He unfeelingly let me stay there.
My point is, this exodus of mine to the US will happen when it happens, and it will happen WHEN God's predetermined time comes, BUT, because i have the right to arrange whatever the way I want it, it will be on MY terms. Get it?
When I did, yesterday, finally GET to the building, and found sydney NOT there, I suddenly realised why the stupid toad had decided to show up; she even drove back up and parked her car by the spot that cripple normally uses, just outside the olympia deli entrance. I was, maybe, to her, going to starve, and so, maybe i should loosen up. Wrong guy, hag, I am as TIGHT-UP as they come, and I do not RELENT.
So, I decided that i am going to torture her in a different way, but before i even had the chance to think things through, there comes the blonde bitch, the one who thinks, maybe i am madly in love with her, maybe because she read the post yesterday where I mentioned that I came back for one reason, and so, it was probably up to her or something to stop me in my tracks. Fool, you are about to get the WORST shock of your life, but first, let me show you, even from the past, WHY i even looked at you twice. And why I will never ever again do so. You have a bloated sense of self importance, it is time you looked at yourself as you really are, and I am NOT some person suffering from sour grapes, a jilted lover or some such that just wants to hurt you. NO, I believe in spelling it as it is, and you are about to hear it, slut!
Anyway, BEFORE I get into that, there she was, as i was walking from the restaurant and looking for a water bottle to take some water up the mountain, cook my food and just fucking sleep. Dressed in that skimpy outfit, with ms short and dumpy and the boy. They were on the other side of the road, and went into the office, and i said to myself,"I HATE these people", and then, found my bottle, and went up the mountain, and as i was negotiating my way into that road that becomes boyes drive, there comes the play-actor, the pretender, and he drives past me, and I am like, fucking shit, this is too much. So, I decided to have a talk with God. An ANGRY man's talk with Him. And He pointed out this very simple thing, that I was not really letting my feelings out, my REAL feelings. Especially about this... apple chick.
So, let me take you down memory lane... sister..., so that you will get a glimpse of what made me even look twice at you. I mentioned that I was going, at one time to collect women, and then decided i would not do so. I rejected you because you had a wedding ring. Then you showed up, walked past me looking like you were about to die.
And i felt... PITY... for you. Pity is NOT love. You manipulated that, that pity, and thought maybe you were something special. But, look at yourself. I am a full blooded male, and you are about as attractive, when all things are said and done, as a brick wall. Aside from your face, woman there is nothing about you to write home about.You have NO breasts, so, even in the unlikely event that I even ended up having you near me, what would i play with? Maybe i am supposed to find an air vent and blow on the nipples and hope something will happen? You have no waist, no attractive lines that would make me pleased to view you, but you have a belly like a person that is two or three months pregnant, and since you so enjoy letting everything hang out, you have left nothing to the imagination. i have watched you walk, waddling like a duck, your feet, one pointing in one direction while the other points in the other. There is that gap between your thighs that i could put my hand between your legs and even if you walked forward or back, you would not rub against my hand. You are NOT attractive at all. Tell you what, I DID see an attractive woman, maybe a week or so ago, she pulled up with some guy in an audi station wagon, black, and they were making their way into the olympia deli and she had a brown jacket on, was blonde, short, close cropped hair, and one of those skirty things, grey, that just covered her ass, and then the rest, her legs were in those stocking things that white people seem to love. But she was a looker. She was not this anorexic type that everyone seems to favour. She was full figured, had breasts, and she had the curves and the ass, (my what an ass!) and me and the guys that stood there, watching her struggle to zip up her brown leather jacket, were in complete agreement that here was a woman that anyone would be proud to come home to.
I only wished that she was not taken, was interested in me, and had never known a man nor been interested in anyone. But I knew that that was a forlorn hope. But, if I had someone like THAT, who would also dance to my tune, and not someone else's, I would have no need to look anywhere else for a woman. I am lazy, and I would be happy with that one. She had THIGHS, too, not this sickly thing I was having paraded before me!
Today, though, I walked back from fish hoek, and sydney was there, and the hag- surprise surprise- was not there. The slk was not there either, and it was all before 9am that I got there, told sydney I needed some money, and wanted to go pronto to wynberg.
Then she drives up, in the slk, with the boy. I was standing by the blue bottle entrance, and I thought, here comes another fucking headache, and true enough, maybe I was supposed to be knocked into shape or something, because the boy comes out first, walks right by me- does ANY of the fools know just how dangerous THAT is? Apparently not!- into the bakery and then she comes out later, and i was like 'bullshit!". God tells me to be still, and so, I flare up. Shut the fuck up, Asshole, You are keeping me tied up so I have to watch this like I am some paraplegic, doing nothing. Fuck, give me my freedom, and let me wipe these insects from the face of the earth!
She even had a skirt on, like maybe that would make her better looking. I have long since detested her. This does not change things. I realised what prison taught me, sister, which is that PITY will get me in trouble. I pitied you when I came to find out about you and the pretender and there you were with worry lines on your face. What did I get after that? A jail term.
So, I will show you NO sympathy. I am about to turn your world upside down, in the grimmest, most heinous way possible, and first, you will watch, and then, you will die.
Oh, by the way, while i was waiting, out comes the play-actor, like it is terms and conditions time. LET me put it to you this way, all of you. I am going to fry you, and frankly, you do not want to make me an angrier than I am now. Stay the fuck out of my face, or by God what remains of your lives will be the worst possible experiences you will ever have.
Anyway, toad, this one here is for you. I agree with you, lightning, well, it does seem to far fetched to do the business. So, I am going to show you what is going to happen to you, YOU first, since I hate you so, you being an idiot who thought you could run my life, better than God can.
Think something that would not be classified so much as juju, or african voodoo if i did it, think something that one has to go to SCHOOL to actually grasp. THINK PLASMA.
I woke up in the morning, after a night spent really putting things into perspective, and I was going to go to the library and lay out everything in the grim light of day, when, upon my arrival, I almost kicked myself when I realised that, with the new opening times, the library would be opening only at 12pm. I was NOT amused, and so, I trudged back to kalk bay... .What I had wanted to do, initially was live up to my promise to the toad, that if she EVER bothered me, I would rethink what I had decided to do to her, and make it worse, because the day before, when I walked back to kalk bay, I am getting to the junction where the road to the harbour starts and there she is, seeking to make eye contact. I was walking with brian, guy I used to stay at the same house with in masi, and i pointed her out and said that as i live, there is NO person that I hate as much as i hate this person, and there she was, doing the very thing i had warned her not to do.
Now, I want to take you back a bit, so that you know EXACTLY who you are dealing with. I have pointed out that God does not do anything for me, but that at times, when I would complain, He would offer suggestions, and i would tackle the problem myself. Check my records. I even remember when I was thinking of collecting women, that I mentioned someone that was not suitable, and He went, "education", and the next day, at the library, I was looking at this chick who, upon seeing me eyeing her, decided to do the model thing, and I took it under consideration. It was in effect, I who realised just how intensely PRIVATE I am, and how i would NOT want many people in my life, and i desisted from that path. But God NEVER said it was impossible. He actually offered solutions based on what i was looking at at that time.
the POINT is that, what I can conceive, I can achieve, regardless of how heavy it may seem, because, as i said, I am ... unique.
the OTHER thing, the thing that is NOT amusing, is that God has already set the times and dates. I learned this the hard way when I was looking at the time i spent in jail. He had determined that I was going to spend three months in jail, and I found out the bitter reason for that, and so, THREE months I spent. I was cursing Him the other time when He would not let me speak to the judge and defend myself that I could speak english even better than he did, by Him pointing out that I should not interrupt my enemy when he was making a mistake. The fool, maybe at the instigation of mike and his crew, had decided there would be no trial, I was to be deported, and they were waiting for home affairs to take me back, something even I knew was impossible,although dozens were being deported daily, because I LEFT Zimbabwe, and will never go back there again. I was upset, of course, because being in Pollsmoor, when you are a person that does NOT obey rules nor seek to fit in, like i do, is no joke. And He unfeelingly let me stay there.
My point is, this exodus of mine to the US will happen when it happens, and it will happen WHEN God's predetermined time comes, BUT, because i have the right to arrange whatever the way I want it, it will be on MY terms. Get it?
When I did, yesterday, finally GET to the building, and found sydney NOT there, I suddenly realised why the stupid toad had decided to show up; she even drove back up and parked her car by the spot that cripple normally uses, just outside the olympia deli entrance. I was, maybe, to her, going to starve, and so, maybe i should loosen up. Wrong guy, hag, I am as TIGHT-UP as they come, and I do not RELENT.
So, I decided that i am going to torture her in a different way, but before i even had the chance to think things through, there comes the blonde bitch, the one who thinks, maybe i am madly in love with her, maybe because she read the post yesterday where I mentioned that I came back for one reason, and so, it was probably up to her or something to stop me in my tracks. Fool, you are about to get the WORST shock of your life, but first, let me show you, even from the past, WHY i even looked at you twice. And why I will never ever again do so. You have a bloated sense of self importance, it is time you looked at yourself as you really are, and I am NOT some person suffering from sour grapes, a jilted lover or some such that just wants to hurt you. NO, I believe in spelling it as it is, and you are about to hear it, slut!
Anyway, BEFORE I get into that, there she was, as i was walking from the restaurant and looking for a water bottle to take some water up the mountain, cook my food and just fucking sleep. Dressed in that skimpy outfit, with ms short and dumpy and the boy. They were on the other side of the road, and went into the office, and i said to myself,"I HATE these people", and then, found my bottle, and went up the mountain, and as i was negotiating my way into that road that becomes boyes drive, there comes the play-actor, the pretender, and he drives past me, and I am like, fucking shit, this is too much. So, I decided to have a talk with God. An ANGRY man's talk with Him. And He pointed out this very simple thing, that I was not really letting my feelings out, my REAL feelings. Especially about this... apple chick.
So, let me take you down memory lane... sister..., so that you will get a glimpse of what made me even look twice at you. I mentioned that I was going, at one time to collect women, and then decided i would not do so. I rejected you because you had a wedding ring. Then you showed up, walked past me looking like you were about to die.
And i felt... PITY... for you. Pity is NOT love. You manipulated that, that pity, and thought maybe you were something special. But, look at yourself. I am a full blooded male, and you are about as attractive, when all things are said and done, as a brick wall. Aside from your face, woman there is nothing about you to write home about.You have NO breasts, so, even in the unlikely event that I even ended up having you near me, what would i play with? Maybe i am supposed to find an air vent and blow on the nipples and hope something will happen? You have no waist, no attractive lines that would make me pleased to view you, but you have a belly like a person that is two or three months pregnant, and since you so enjoy letting everything hang out, you have left nothing to the imagination. i have watched you walk, waddling like a duck, your feet, one pointing in one direction while the other points in the other. There is that gap between your thighs that i could put my hand between your legs and even if you walked forward or back, you would not rub against my hand. You are NOT attractive at all. Tell you what, I DID see an attractive woman, maybe a week or so ago, she pulled up with some guy in an audi station wagon, black, and they were making their way into the olympia deli and she had a brown jacket on, was blonde, short, close cropped hair, and one of those skirty things, grey, that just covered her ass, and then the rest, her legs were in those stocking things that white people seem to love. But she was a looker. She was not this anorexic type that everyone seems to favour. She was full figured, had breasts, and she had the curves and the ass, (my what an ass!) and me and the guys that stood there, watching her struggle to zip up her brown leather jacket, were in complete agreement that here was a woman that anyone would be proud to come home to.
I only wished that she was not taken, was interested in me, and had never known a man nor been interested in anyone. But I knew that that was a forlorn hope. But, if I had someone like THAT, who would also dance to my tune, and not someone else's, I would have no need to look anywhere else for a woman. I am lazy, and I would be happy with that one. She had THIGHS, too, not this sickly thing I was having paraded before me!
Today, though, I walked back from fish hoek, and sydney was there, and the hag- surprise surprise- was not there. The slk was not there either, and it was all before 9am that I got there, told sydney I needed some money, and wanted to go pronto to wynberg.
Then she drives up, in the slk, with the boy. I was standing by the blue bottle entrance, and I thought, here comes another fucking headache, and true enough, maybe I was supposed to be knocked into shape or something, because the boy comes out first, walks right by me- does ANY of the fools know just how dangerous THAT is? Apparently not!- into the bakery and then she comes out later, and i was like 'bullshit!". God tells me to be still, and so, I flare up. Shut the fuck up, Asshole, You are keeping me tied up so I have to watch this like I am some paraplegic, doing nothing. Fuck, give me my freedom, and let me wipe these insects from the face of the earth!
She even had a skirt on, like maybe that would make her better looking. I have long since detested her. This does not change things. I realised what prison taught me, sister, which is that PITY will get me in trouble. I pitied you when I came to find out about you and the pretender and there you were with worry lines on your face. What did I get after that? A jail term.
So, I will show you NO sympathy. I am about to turn your world upside down, in the grimmest, most heinous way possible, and first, you will watch, and then, you will die.
Oh, by the way, while i was waiting, out comes the play-actor, like it is terms and conditions time. LET me put it to you this way, all of you. I am going to fry you, and frankly, you do not want to make me an angrier than I am now. Stay the fuck out of my face, or by God what remains of your lives will be the worst possible experiences you will ever have.
Think something that would not be classified so much as juju, or african voodoo if i did it, think something that one has to go to SCHOOL to actually grasp. THINK PLASMA.
Bits of supercharged ions, all in a beam, like well, I would have to use the air the way one would use a magnifying glass to burn an ant. But in your case, i would do it slow. You will burn gradually, and since I really LOVE burning things, that means you are going to roast slow. Not just you, though. I have decided that, well, I am going to add to that list not just the imp, but like, all those guys the bitch paraded before me, PLUS all the sluts you wanted me to take, and well, all these will DIE on the face of the earth, and then the carcasses will all then go down to hell.Call it garbage disposal. With style.If you think that is still too little, you are welcome to show your derision by well, doing what you are good at, trying to catch my eye, and i will improve on the theme. This is what I spent the night conjuring up. I HOPE it will mean something, but well, you cant please all people, yes? Besides, I never did try to go out of my way to PLEASE anyone to begin with. Some sean paul, here!
my main is to mantain
beyond 2005 stay alive
jah jah we are fear
Take care of the brethren
because the system designed
with a holy-pa fault
and be told
and a dance hall little bit again
while i walked in line
them they said do it again
my main aim is to stay sane
because I never did like and I never will love fans
because I never did like and I never will love fans
