Can I compare thee
No, wrong poetry, different crowd;-
Humans of earth, my quest has..
Fuck THAT:-
ah, yes, here we are;-
who has believed our report, and to whom has the Arm of the Lord been revealed?
for he grew up as a GREEN shoot,and as a root out of dry ground,
and he has no form nor comeliness, and when we see him, no beauty that we should desire him
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from him, and esteemed him not
Surely he has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows, yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted...
Ah, yes, that part, see?
michelle tells me to go home, and why am I still here and I ask God and He tells me to tell them the source of the cloud that does not bear water, and i spend all this time working on it, till i find out yesterday that the ONLY reason why I am not gone anywhere is that I am not fully satisfied about certain things and until I am, NOTHING gets done.
the thing was; I was paying attention to God and also to my own inclinations, and I discovered that I would have to have a place where I am anonymous and use that place when the darkness desceended to just hole up and then emerge when whoever decided he or she was best qualified to be 'in charge' made ready the Lord Nelson hotel in the town centre for me and the ten women I had selected.
so, last night we went hiking, me, rasta and flecture, as he call himself.
and we spent about two hours in the dark, falling over rocks and impaling ourselves on some shrubs, till we came to a place rasta had stayed in.
the cover story was that we had fish to grill, and while i officially stay in red-hill, we none of us had any inclination to go there to braai the fish and get boisterous, so we went for an outdoors experience.
i liked the place, and as soon as it gets dark... I will just go there, and maybe the ONLY gracious thing i can do is have the guys a grace period of a week to go back to Zimbabwe, before I seal the whole place up in a ring of fire.
fuck, if they talk to my cousins, those busybodies, then they probably can lifts to the border or such, because I am NOT making myself responsible for their well-being.
A week, and then everything that tries to get in or out gets incinerated.
That after the places like Khayelitsha, harare, strand, all the way to sir lowry's pass village get... fried.
during that time I would be enjoying a bird's eye view of the whole pyrotechnics, and then descend to first of all kill butt-head, faggot-face, sam, kenneth, his boss [asshole used to make monkey jokes whenever he saw me,and at first I thought it was a general joke, till i discovered he meant my appearance ]
and then also to take my women.
but funny thing, there is this guy, bigger than butt-head, but with his nose, and a navy guy, who, now that I think of it, always seems to just... show up, first he used to run and turn near wherever I was walking, and then, yesterday, when my paranoia was at full stretch, i saw the same person at Pick and Pay, and he should have been waiting in line to pay, but when i observed him closely, and noted the nose, he drew back and he walked deeper into the shop, and I was now thinking that maybe he is a candidate for the you-are-picking-on-small-guys-why-not-try-me? show, and so, he is on.
i will show him that he is small fry, and dismantle him as easy as one-two-three, and leave him to the crows.
i have one minor problem, what to do with simonstown when I leave, because it is the one place that is left that will retain bad memories for me if i just leave.
maybe the tsunami to drown out even the fires along the seashore, yes?
and NOTHING will remain after i leave, of all the places I have been... 'without esteem', yessss!
now, I wonder how those stupid women who think they are all superior will take that, when they see their fortresses crumble, and all their confidence in their establishments swept away by the son of thunder, the lord of the storm, the one who dominates the world?
How does the opening song go?:- here we are
born to be kings
we are the princes of the universe...
I have no rival
no man can be my equal
we've got to be the rulers of the world!
Oh, and by the way, there is NOTHING stopping me now, so, let the events be set into motion, and they will NOW see that there is no curse from God upon me, as michelle said to me in what she thought was a conciliatory e-mail, the one where she said I was angry, and ended up with
'you are not blessed, or so it seems' and also had
'no one can be right all the time', and so, just to shove THAT in her silly face, I will show her just how much RIGHT I have to do exactly as i please, and she will see it with her own eyes, before the sea claims her misbegotten carcass and tosses her to the fish... yessss!
