Monday, 21 January 2013

If I keep this up... may as well stay in bed

So I am asking myself if I have turned into some kind of bean-counter, if by that I mean counting the number of clittorises I would have at my disposal by the time everyone else dies, and I find out that I am not even that interested in the women I have earmarked to begin with, so fuck, I may as well turn to more ... cogent... issues, like what awaits people in a little while.
Now, I am rather diffident in my approach to things, not because I am afraid, but because I am looking at God, like a dog that has been so abused that it can not ever trust anyone at all that it must always become tense when confronted by situations it can not understand.
I was wondering if I had again misinterpreted what God  had shown me in  the green vision, but after talking to Him about it, and saying in effect that I was fed up with the round-and-round walk I am making, could we just move on please, and realising that it is all the way I want it, since if something displeases ME then it can never pass His approval. Remeber what is written, "behold your king cometh, humble and lowly, seated on a colt, the foal of a donkey", well, as I have found out, that may be taken to mean that I am likely, like an untrained donkey, to go MY own way, and that I decide for myself whether to balze certain trails and NOTHING will make me do what I do not want to do, no matter who says what about it. That can NOW be taken to be the true definition of why I am the cloud that does not bear water.

no girl can sit down pon me head
if a girl try that she dead
she have fi run the cloak red red red red
...
Now, i figured this out, that I  was right about the 7 and 3, and their identities, because there is a common thread running through them ALL, even if only two pairs of them were at the same scene with me at the same time:- NONE of them wanted me to run after her, ALL of them were eager to please me, to get MY approval, and THAT is something I was sure could never happen, but I got it, the recognition of ... distinction... and that is what makes each of them individually SAFE, although that applies strictly to THE ten women, and not to anyone else they may be associated with. So they HAVE, literally, made their individual ways through thorns, and are safe, and I could wave goodbye to all the other women and keep these and lose no sleep over any of the other women.
As for the others I have claimed before, and maybe dropped, for various reasons, well, tough buns, yes? I am not interested that much, otherwise I may as well stay in bed.
I WILL keep the five I have claimed for myself BECAUSE, frankly, I want to spite michelle and everyone who thought she was irreplaceable, in the OSC, like butt-head's mom.
I wonder, woman have you ever wondered when the last time was that I ever wrote that I love you, huh?
because now you are going to see your worst nightmare come to pass!

Like, for instance, hunger,but that is not the worst of it. I said I would kill your son, but you will watch with your own eyes as your daughters die, [fuck, why would I want irritations with me?] and people mad with hunger and cold rape and maul them, because you did your "you-can-not-touch-my-kids" thing with me, and tried to intervene. Now you will reap the rewards of your valour, as all your efforts prove fruitless. You wanted me to touch none of them, and so it shall be, I will not touch any of them, not even butt-head. Oh, no, I will let others do that, because all I will require is that they bring me the heads, identifiable of course, and I will lift the curse I will place on all of South Africa when they have done that.
they shall die grievious deaths, I assure you. And all the fruit of your womb will perish before your very eyes, and yet none shall touch you. NO, you are mine. I want to see you broken before me, and I want you to tell me what your aim was, where your kids you had thought you would defy me for now are.
I personally will put you out of your misery, after all this has happened, after even your good looks are so withered that not even the copious amount of make-up you applied to face me down will help them. You will be an old crone in a few months, and no one will recognise you for yourself, but assume that you are your own grandmother come to life.
Yes, no one will touch you, only I will,
be certain of that. God said that He lays the boundaries for the sea so that it can not cross over, and He also said that one will come who would have the keys of  the house of David on his shoulders, what he opens none can shut, what he closes none can open. That person is ME. I have sealed this as your fate, and only I can overturn it; nothing and no one else. Now you will know who the Master is.I open and shut things so that my anger may be revealed.
Moreover, this will not be the only thing that will happen to you.Because in a few days, the sun will disappear for a while, and none will see it for quite a while.But that is NOT the point. Imagine the ice, and cold, and winds! What will come after will be interesting, because I want to prove in a few short years what people say happened before, that black people are primitive and were the immediate descendants of the ape-men:- the Southern Hemisphere will become the most intensely cold place on the whole earth,or rather South Africa will, and the Northern hemisphere will become rather mild, not so warm.
The point being that we shall see what causes the change in pigmentation, and forever lay aside the 'supremacy of the races' theory.
Now, YOU will be hungry, threatened and cold, and grief-stricken, and you shall NOT die, even though you try to do so. In fact neither you, my mother, michelle, my sisters, will die, even if you try to hang yourselves, throw yourselves off cliffs,and whatever, TILL I deal with you all. I will stretch this out, and make your agony increase till you will think your hearts will burst,but you will live to see more days, YESSS!
But faggot-face I will kill, and that freak will be hung for all to see at the North Battery. I will put something up right on the road, and no dogs and no insects will touch him because they will NOT exist in this area, for the intense cold. YESSS!IF YOU TRY TO SEND BUTT-HEAD TO JAMAICA AS I HAD INSTRUCTED YOU TO DO BEFORE, THEN I WILL STILL FIND A WAY FOR HIM TO PERISH THERE, NO PLACE WILL BE SAFE FOR HIM.THE INHABITANTS WILL START SUFFERING GRIEVIOUSLY TILL THEY REQUEST TO HAVE HIM SENT BACK TO SOUTH AFRICA, AND HE WILL COME BACK.HE WILL DIE BEFORE YOU VERY EYES, WOMAN, RIGHT IN SIMONSTWON.yessssssss

Ha ha ha!