Now, where is YOUR bible?
because I have been laughing at myself since morning for an... oversight.
but first, the bible.
Picture God telling the first man that he would die the day he ate of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. The common assumption is that it was the disobedience that killed him, when in effect it was the 'knowledge' that did him in, and ... opened... his eyes.
These were the early times, I am guessing, and the guy had eaten some fruit, and let us suppose the fruit had hard skins for the most part, which, since the man presumably had no tools of any kind [fucking nonsense that man developed tools for work, the FIRST thing tools are for is to KILL] he had to use his teeth, so he would bite deep into the fruit, ready to spit out the unwanted pert, and then, when the inner, succulent, juice is exposed, he would them, being mentally prepared, begin to enjoy himself.
Imagine the fruit was an apple or a peach, which has such a thin skin you do not need to bite deep to get the juice, yes?
Imagine the man's surprise when he bites into the fruit, and immediately his mouth is filled with flavour. The shock of it floods his whole system, and he is so taken aback that he realises the fact that he has not been ... aware... of his own appreciation of the succulence of the juice of the fruit, since he has conditioned himself already to a particular order of doing things, and viewing life;- that what you want has to be first of all covered by hard rinds, and you have to work for it, and then, only when you have cleared the unwanted parts, can you enjoy yourself.
in other words, no pain, no gain.
God told the fool that the day he knew that life was NOT like that, the knowledge would kill him. And you can see the reaction of the man to his and his wife's nudity was to cover himself, because he did not want what was easily available, see?
Everything had to be hard to get.
Now comes my own error.
Basically, it is the... opposite of the first man's.But, I am rushing ahead of myself there.
On the day of the vision I said about the ark, God said, indeed, "Tell Me what you want from Me", but these words, and the way He said them, were direct from the song by Sisqo and DMX, and of course, anyone who listens to the rapper can hear him speaking about the many women he had, as he asked THEM what they really wanted.
I asked God for ten million dollars to "build that thing", which turns out to be I wanted well-brought up women who would literallly skip all this "I-have-to-get-to-know-you-by-building-up-a-converstion-first-then-we-get-to..-other-things-later" and show their interest in me.
Because, frankly, I find nothing that anyone has to say of the least help, or use, since everyone aside from me is on the wrong side of life anyway, and I alone know what the fuck really matters. I like women. I am basically an oversexed guy who wants beautiful, sexy ladies around myself, so that, since I have more-or-less a permanent erction, I may get from the one to the other and still find time to instruct them in the fine points of REAL unbiased life.
So, I wanted ten women that I would have, so I could frnakly have sex with them without fuss, and they showed up, as I have said, and the last ten I selected as THE TEN are just that:-ten women who did not leave me ambiguous about their eagerness to have me lift up their skirts and... get acquainted with them. I mean really KNOW them, without working hard for it. The rest are, you know, extras.
Lest I wear out the others.
Really, I tell you the truth.The whole truth and nothing BUT the truth, so help me God.
Of course, other women have thought that the time-honoured formula has to apply to me, and have tried grooming me, when in effect I have been so bored and disinterested in them they basically should have stayed away from me.
But fuck, I am so horny at the moment I do not know what to do with myself. I would rather NOT do it with myself, thank you very much, but it seems there are days to go yet before I get properly angry to make a change. I am beginning tohave pussy on my mind like a prisoner, and walking from Wynberg to Claremont at ten every night is NOT helpeing. The ladies-of-the-night with their, it-is-for-sale clothes are NOT conjucive to a balanced mind.
I REALLY want to get laid, and I like it like that. Guess I am happy with myself as I get to be more... aware of myself.
The other thing is, I have reconsidered that if the women are coloured or white,and they have daughters by coloured or white men, I have no qualms about that, BUT, if the men are black, I will NOT have the daughters brought along, because... well, its a black-bragging-rigths thing, pale-faces would not understand.I will NOT take the daughter of a balck women, regardless of the race of the father.Black women have no respect for such men.White women are more...relaxed... about it.
