Now, first thing is, the tree I am going to have that asshole hung on has had the branch cut off; not recently said someone I asked who should know as he sleeps under it in a dilapidated merc, but then, he is somewhat mentally confused in a chemically infused manner.
Next, the hangee decides NOT to show his balls, and his lack of appearance really... depresses me. Because I wanted to get this... distance ... between the OSC and me done away with, and get to personal grips with them, and show my fangs, and sink them into their jugulars, literally.
but they decide to hide away, forcing me to do something that I do NOT want to do in the middle of potential life-threatening situations:- THINK
Now, let me run this down and see from the response if I am on the ball or not, and find my way out of this suddenly twisted ... tunnel.
Let me assume the assholes actually ... accept the improbable and see me as I say I am --- which is to me quite a lot of bullshit, because I have built everything around the assumption that NO ONE will believe it and they will challenge me to it, which will cause me to take heads left,right and centre.
If they do, then maybe their actions... and lack thereof, is because they are ... pleading for their lives?
If that is so, then I can be magnanimous, since the tree is gone anyway.
One thing I will not tolerate; anyone showing their faces, regardless of who, so that he or she parades in front of me, if that happens, then I take my ... goodwill away, and I turn on them all. And kill them, wholesale.
Now these are the conditions.
Everyone now has free room to show their true colours, and some how convince me as to WHY I should not kill them all.
Before I leave.
Because afterwards I will be back to deal with them.
Of course, you can do what I expect anyway, and start trying to show your noses in my face, and fart in my nose, and THEN I assure you you will wish you had never been born, because I will hurt you worse than anything else can ever be capable of.
I am not kindly disposed to any of you, and I want that fact to be foremost in your minds as you do your shilly-shallying as I continue to move up and down Simonstown, since we have opened --- sort of--- a shop near the train station.
I hate michelle, I want to kill-strangle-murder butt-head, and I am bitter with Nicky?, and I would love to emasculate faggot-face, and I am like a swooping eagle where butt-head's mom is concerned, ready to tear her up at a moment's notice.
So, we are, as I write, the best of friends, and you are welcome to try me, one more time you spineless worms!!!
From me born me nuh fearing now
