Now I KNEW these things, fifteen, ten and even 73 [ah, actually the most touching Psalm for me is Psalm 73, especially the part which goes, "Who do I have on earth but You, and there is none I desire in heaven besides You"], but TODAY all that came crushing home to me in a very dramatic manner.
Now, first, back to the vision back in January last year, when I asked for "ten million dollars, to build that thing". I have concluded, rightly, as it turns out that these would have to be ten women who would desire me, but then I forgot something else, and so the ten I said were the ten were not the ones, not all of them at least, because I was getting some assistance, and so I was like a person who has two heads, because the stupid ... helper... was, till a few moments ago when I fired his ass permanently... helping out! And making me MAD!
Now, I AM angry, but the fool amplified it, and made so much noise I could not be me because he was so... helpful.
Now, this is what happened last night:- I had that tingling feeling the moment I wrote the lines of the lyrics of dmx's song, especially the part, "its about to get ugly, whenever dog I'm hungry"
I knew that I was going to regret THAT because it was as if something had seized THAT and practically run away with it.
This morning I am at the artshop, and first, Gerald, because I am no good at arranging the art-pieces, asks me to rather sort out the beading he had done the previous day because we needed it to make three smaller zebra heads to replace the one that had been the centre-piece of the shop but had been bought a few days ago.
I found that reasonable because it was work {I can not abide idleness around people} but I was ticked off because the little urchin was ordering me about, something even rasta has learned never to attempt again.
then he sent me to buy food, and add my own money to that. I was beyond wired-up then, and so I sat down and I started drinking the 'cool drink" straight from the bottle. Understandably he was not amused, and I flared up, and ended up pouring the drink down a drain and throwing the food in his face.Then I left, and went to the workshop, feeling vaguely manipulated into anger ( I KNEW what I was doing, but I had allowed the situation to run away from me, and I KNEW it. I mean fuck, to explode so in view of the mo'fucking OSC!@!) and I slept, got woken up by Fletcher because he had to deliver some pieces he had made to fill an order, and so I was left minding the shop, while rasta took the train and went to fetch his clothes in Claremont.
then faggot-face drove insolently right up to the shop, got out, and a few seconds later got back into his car and as I walked out and we stared at each other. Then he drove to the beach, indicators showing me exactly where he was going before he even started to turn.
Now, here was a thing presented on a silver platter for me, and I KNEW this was a trap, but I went ahead anyway, and took the little puppy, stuck a leash on it and then went after him, found him sitting in his car and I said to him, "Do you know me?"
"No"
"Start counting down, you will know me soon enough"
I started walking away before I exploded, because for once I was afraid of what I would do to him, and these things were not according to how I wanted them to go, but he then called after me something to the effect that he wanted to know what this was about. I walked away, and he drove after me, and caught up with me near the shop, and he , the arrogant son of a bitch, parental slur intended, hooted his horn, and I ignored him, then he drove to the parking lot in front of the shops, and I went into the shop and he came after me, asked me who was my boss, and I replied, since I have no boss, that I AM the boss, and told him not to pollute my doorway with his presence, at which he went to the Pakistan shop and called the funny-eared asshole there to witness the events, and I told them both to fuck off, and then he went to the cops, and they came with him, and he told his story, and when they asked me for my version, I asked them to let me first ask him a question,and when they... finally... agreed, I asked him if he knew a lady called michelle, and he asked me, not the expected "michelle who?" ***(I mean EVERYONE knows a 'michelle', it is not like I was asking him if he knew 'perspicatious' or some such person)*** but rather "coloured lady, indian, what?", and I replied, "michelle pereira", and he said no.Then I said to the cops that he looks like michelle's brother, the fool who was at the library in Simonstown (who said he had seem me around with michelle and wanted to figure out where I stood with her), and since I had seen him looking at me when he sashayed the other time at the Muslim shop, I was certain he was stalking me, and they made me apologise, and I did, conditional to the 'fact' that he did not know michelle, but then he wanted to bolster his standing in front of the cops, and he almost made me explode again by saying he was stressed and could have responded to my threats by being aggressive, and I told him sweetly that in that case he would have ended up at the Fish Hoek Hospital, but then that was beside the point wasn't it, since he did not know the person I hated, yes?
When he had gone, and I was alone, I knew this could not go on, so I told God that yes, He had given me a helper, from birth, but he had outgrown his uselfulness, he was a hindrance, because I did not need the hussle of having him call people because he wants to interpret what I am saying as he sees fit. No, I did not want him anywhere near me.
So, after working out that I never compromise, I knew that he may step down for a moment but he would want to help again and he would still be interfering, so I decided to fire his ass.
NOW I am naked, just a mere angry, indestructible and unchanging man with, basically all the power in the world, working from the bottom of the pile and swinging my arms at everything in my path.
Now the "cape of government" is on my shoulders, without interference, and THIS is what God meant when He said, "Government Thor: Cape Flats", because, if one saw the movie Thor, he gets to fight Loki, and he tosses the joker into the abyss. That makes Thor stick to his father, since he also destroys the gateway to the worlds, and this is what I have done, I have inadvertently distanced myself from people by refusing the assistance of the fool, and tossing him off. From now on, I am without... noise.
I come and go without sound, and I can... happen... at any time.
Now I can plan things as I see fit
Now, I have been complaining of two things, One that I want sex, and TWO that I am not really interested in people, or carrying them, since I hold no one that highly, see? Who comes to me must come under her own steam, so I do not have to 'work for sex', see?
So, when I saw the ark thing, with the knowledge of the ten steps backward the sundial shadow went in hezekiah's story, somewhere in the back of my mind, I was really aware that I needed ten women that would select me [not FEAR me, because, well everyone at one time or the other is afraid of me] and make it abundantly clear that they had done so, and well, THESE did.Those who were terrified of me I have ditched, and I have chosen only those who have left me with no mixed feelings as to their intentions, and as for the rest, well, there ARE five more that would not have the shadow rolled back, five that would be literally in darkness,or actually be SCARED of me, or were, till this post, and THEY, these five, would have to select me for themselves.
Now, I have to say this about them, it is obvious they have something to do with the OSC, and frankly, I am NOT as angry as I have portrayed, just not that interested as they would think. But I HATE michelle, and I can not stand her. So she is totally out of the picture.I MAY not be as angry with the other people as I have said, but, well, if they step on my toes, I can become nasty.
Who may these be?
Maybe Nicky? her mother, her assy sister, the other slim one and nicky?s daughter?
That would make five acceptable ones, and I do not have to have them make a choice? Or they do even though they dwell in darkness? Or they have a choice about it, and would so choose if they had had an option?
Fuck, anything but michelle. And I just MAY spare butt-head and have him go to Zimbabwe in exchange for their lives.
But as for faggot-face, well, he DID say he could get aggressive, so I will personally tear him apart, and finally get my hands on one of these fools and hang him up somewhere where everyone can see.
YESSS! and cause the whole of Simonstown to be quarantined till I come back to Africa and then I kill michelle!
Now, I do not particularly care about people, as you will see. I just do not want hassles, nor to be bothered by their problems. No one is irreplaceable, and no one should dare try to stop me, because now I am not making the mistake I made before of trying to play fair, while things like the police still have some kind of authority over me.
No, FIRST I will have the darkness, the destruction of places like Khayelitsha and Harare, and obama's death, and Alaska's warming, and then I will strike, or rather when these things begin to happen, yesss!.
No voice, just me, the green shoot, bare and unrefined, and I will take the faggot-face and KEEEL him in slow-drawn-out, torture, and then hang him, with his dick in his mouth, and have everyone stuck in the place till they bring me michelle, unharmed, so I can kill her with my bare hands.
Obviously, if I had to kill butt-head, then I would have to do the same to his whole family as well;have them remain locked down in simonstown and then be killed and come for the body-viewing.
NOT NICE!
Now, though about the ten who selected me. I am NOT so certain about the tenth, although she was probably the first, because there was a man involved by her side, but I guess she qualifies, I guess. Wish I could be sure.
1)The Glencairn Heights girl
2)The library woman a little later [on 25 May]
3)The polite-to-her-mom girl
4)the girl with the cleft chin on 26 May
5)The I-know-everything girl who later followed me around, with her nice ass
6)The sweetly smiling blue-eyed blonde at Fish Hoek Library
7)The Shopaholic girl. Now she definitely is definite, because she definitely was definitely INTO me. Talk about easy-lay. And those breasts, and that ass!!
8)The Glencairn red-head. Now she really made me go all hard by her drawing me out, and her quick notice of my disapproval of some of what she was wearing, and her attempts to please me.
9)The simonstown blonde on early train. Talk about another hot chick, mmmm!
10)The Dutch girl. Well, she did dress up specifically for me, and I can not argue that she 'heard' me, not the voice, so I guess she comes as well.
I hope the blonde who stays in simonstown has no kin who stay in it.
mmm! guess I will have to allow her family to come out and go elsewhere, otherwise the sex-life would not be so pleasant!
OK, now, I want to get rather dangerous, in a down-to-earth way, YESSSSS!!!
