Cutting and adding

I went to Simonstown library this past morning because a certain lady who is looking to partner with rasta at the shop wanted to add a photo of her fridge to her gumtree post, and I since she had access to smartcape, I thought, 'why not go as well?' since I had come expecting the Simonstown internet cafe to be open and it was not, and I had no intention of going to Fish-Hoek, just to tell people that I had decided to kill them, AND it was just before noon.
I saw the coloured library chick, and I heard her speak, and the whiny voice grated on my nerves, and that was when she was speaking in English, so I knew that she had to go, I wanted no one with whom I would take offense regardless of what she was saying simply because the tone got to me. So, there was a gap in my... train... and  I was not really worried about that, till but-head's mom drove past the workshop, again, after I had thought I would see the last of her. I will get to HER later.I went up to the art-shop afterwards, after having stewed over the woman's persistence , un-amused, and when I got there, Gerald, one of the four, was busy getting himself pissed, and I joined him a bit. Now, this may seem strange, but I never get drunk, yet today I did something I was not sure was not the effect of the Ol' Brown Sherry I had sipped: I gave the finger in the general direction of the woman's house, sat a bit waiting for the intoxicated Gerry to come back  from supposedly buying more beer, and then left.
As I was going, this girl in a hurry walked past behind me, and I slowed down, and greeted her. She replied and I told her how unusual that was, and we struck up a conversation  about my favourite topic at the moment, racism, where I commented on how they called themselves white when they changed colour when angry and she added a few colourful anecdotes of her own,and she asked me where she could recharge her Vodacom cell-phone, and I was a bit nonplussed till she added she wanted a R55 voucher, and I directed her to the Somali shop on the main road. We shook hands at the door and she told me her name was Molly. She had said she was here for eight days today.Well, THAT should be enough for her to identify herself from the line-up, yes? Except of course for the fact that I found it easy to talk to her AND her accent was pure American, but NOT so arrogant as I have heard on TV or when obama [the asshole] speaks. Or even other females.
I could live with her, especially as she is curvy in the right places, yesss! And she has rather unusual skin, kinda pale.
Then I got on the train to come ... home... (eventually) and while the train was still parked on the station, these two women walked past the second first -class carriage I and rasta and "Fletcher" (guy facing rape charge:-postponed till Tuesday) were in and went to the first first-class carriage and I was about to follow when they decided NOT to board THAT one and come to ours instead.
The one had caught my eye.
She had... presumably..., a bikini top (saw strings)  but she had covered herself with a green towel from breasts to her thighs, which she proceeded to show as she sat opposite me but a little further down the carriage.
What legs she had! Now, she had a homely face, not beautiful, but tolerable, and I was staring at her a bit too obviously, because the way her chin sort of jutted out from her jawline reminded me of my youngest sister, and aroused a bit of confusion in me.
Sorrow for my sisters and a wrestling feeling of ... differentiation between her and my sister, because she definitely did NOT look at all like anyone I shared the breast with.
Then we got to Muizenberg, and someone was yelling, cheering the arriving train from the platform, and I turned from my sporadic looking-out-the-window to comment to Fletcher that the people were crazy, they had to be white, and she said, "hey!" and then pointed to her ear to indicate she had heard me. Her voice was kinda rough, NOTHING like anyone I know from birth, and I decided then that she would do.
That means I am left with ONE.
Now, I come to the little woman 
Now, I am having a bit of... difficulty... reading the sign language here, so I advise her this,if she has something TO say, I suggest she say it to my face, or I am going to become seriously pissed off at her, and take out my rage on her FIRST.
Now, this is what she did, the calculating woman:- she drove past me as I was walking past the internet cafe (I was on the other side of the road) and then she did NOT stop by the British Hotel, which is something I noted, and I also noted that  she drove past the art-shop after the library post.
Maybe she wanted to tell me she was dissociated from her kids. Now frankly THAT does not cut any ice with me. I must GUESS what she means?
I mean I must try o figure OUT a person who has, for months, kept me on tiptoe, knowing exactly what she wants or means and yet expecting me to BEND towards her like I am somehow wrong in my take on everything? I must STOP my business so I can accommodate her?
Fuck, the fool will have to do better than that!
I am past mad with her, and so I expect MORE than mere token appearances from her. Because it would give me great pleasure to have her left to the fate I have prepared for her daughters, her son and her associates!
So dont give me fucking nonsense woman, and beware the fact that I am STILL looking for a ... last woman!
Then you are all dead, and you will KNOW what I mean by ANGER!
FOOL!!!

buckwild
to all my niggas who dont care
gloss like a bunch of young black millionaires
making you run
me and my gun
stacking my wine...

afraid of us
you know this aint a game to us
you strange to us
that's when we getting dangerous
come on!
This is serious
we could make you delirious
you should have a healthy fear of us
coz too much of is dangerous
we so dangerous
  we so dangerousmy flip mode squad is dangerous
we so dangerous
we so dangerousmy whole entire unit is dangerous

Maybe what I will have is butt-head going, "Thats my MOTHER!" if she decides to cross over to me, like in that video of method man and red man, nmmm!, whats the name:- "Tear the roof off"?

If he does, I will welcome him with open arms, because I have been living to give him a dying, yess!
Anyway, where is the damn video?

And then there is the part where dmx is asked something by some female and he replies, "mind your business lady. Nosy people get it too. When you see me spit at you, you know I am trying to get rid of you..." But see it for yourselves!!

then he goes
yeah I know its pitiful
thats how killers  get down
watch my killers get round
make you suck nd kiss ground
just for talking shit clown
Oh you thought it was funny,
but you dont know me honey
its about to get ugly
whenever dog I'm hungry
I guess you know what that means
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