For the first time in I do NOT know how long, I have NOT even dozed, and that was last night, till this morning.
Because for the first time, I was THINKING things through, and seeing everything from all angles, and I must confess, the ONLY reason why I would go on a killing spree is if that also means I get my hands on michelle, and kill her, since THAT is the primary reason why i am even contemplating involving all these ... other ... people, whose fates, as far as I am concerned, mean significantly less than the torment i intend to inflict on the silly woman.
On the other hand, though, I had to accept... reality. First, whether it... shows or not... I am true royalty, meaning I have someone to do the dirty work for me, someone whose sole purpose it is to make sure I do not have to be derailed by small considerations like getting hair under my nails because I am trying to rip a person's head out of the neck socket, et.c.
Second, NO ONE would stop... fighting me [because everyone will want to 'be lucky' and try me out] if I went against the americans and took the plane using my own strength.
Third, I would always look rather.... pathetic if i got ... personal... with people.
Fourth, God would have been... negligent... if He, Who literally took my life and decided to run it, let me settle scores like a mere man. (So, the killing would have to be either God Himself or... my companion, which should in no way be taken to mean that I expect any delay, rather, God has decided that He will take me out of the picture, and leave me preoccupied with something else while disaster strikes for people, and they DIE )
ERGO;
I will NOT be killing people, either now, or ever. Provided...there are found-fuck that, they are already THERE- but provided THEY are willing... (details later, I guess) five women that I have already seen and approved of who would be ... easy... to draw to me, without me having to drag them, since it follows they would have to be already willing and hoping that I am going to 'see' them.These women are people I have already mentioned, but NOT the ones I have said are the ones; I have been rather shortsighted there.
The first would have to be a woman who pokes fun at michelle, in that she looks better than her, has a better structure and has a grown girl, instead of the little one that the stupid bitch wanted me to look after. THIS one i can 'kyk agter' indeed, and see her shapely ass and do something about both mother and child.
I mean the 'come-to-st-peter's woman'. HEY, i KNOW what I wrote, but i was still to make sense of stuff, right? Anyway I have nothing to apologise for;- both mother and daughter saw the way i was looking at them both and did not- weirdly enough- seem to mind and instead seemed to seek me out for it, so hey, easy come, easy keep (do not know, though, about the son, or if she, the mother, would walk away from someone who, along with everything else in the hemisphere that is NOT with me, is doomed to die):-
the second would have to be two sisters:- poking fun at nicky? and her sister, as well as 'seeing' if the 'need' for me from these women is indeed greater than the parental urge of one of them. i mean carol and her sister, with the said sister having two kids, and the sister being rather sexier than carol herself, although it is carol, I think who is known to michelle.
ON my side, the women seem to have stopped coming as usual to the F/Hoek library, and the last time I saw carol at the library was late one evening when I was coming from S/Town, after I had gobne to stay on the mountain. She had borrowed books and was standing at the counter, but as I walked in she lterally started, as if she had been caught unprepared. Now, i had always assumed that she was rather... uptight, and so never worried much about her, but the last time I saw both women, when I was till with charles, the sister was riding shotgun in carol's car, and I was sitting on a crate on the pavement, and I looked up as they halted momentarily at the traffic lights, and the sister said to carol, "there's prince", and as I averted my gaze [I have written some rather gritty pieces, and it is rather with the anticipation of being given a hiding that I face certain people] carol leaned back, yelled across her sister's front:- "hey prince!"
"hi"
"how's the book going?"
"huh?"
"the book?"- and here the silent sister mimed opening an invisible book with both hands-
"oh, that! Dont worry, you will hear about it soon enough!"
then I saw the sister alone for three days, I think, in a row, and the first time was a monday, and when i heard some guy who attends Fullies church ask where some other guy is, and she respond that he was working somewhere, i thought, well, so she is hitched, and is 'seeing' someone, and as she was all over the place, speaking to basically everyone and getting lots of attention, especially from a guy who had just gone online to browse at some stuff and then logged off again, I put her out of my mind. But the following day i was late, and she was sitting at station 8, when i walked in, and I did not even bother to see what she was doing, and, and anyway, that, I think is when I wrote that i would have nothing to do with women with facial hair;- and the following day i saw her at the clinic near Fish Hoek museum, and she was... smoking... [uh!] and I passed her by.
But I could not forget her shapely... shape. frankly, I am rather hesistant here about just what the chances are of anything happening, because, see, I do not see what ... positives... there could be for a woman at THIS time, to be with me, even allowing for the fact that the people get to live for ever.
Anyway, those were second and third.
Fourth is directed at butt-head's mom, and the moment i saw this woman, i was thinking, NOW, if the woman had been like THIS one, then I may have NOT been insulted that she thought she could... persuade... me to spare her son. I am talking about the RAV woman, with such a figure on her it is the OTHER head that speaks when I even think of her.
Guess, when all is said and done, it is not the face that matters the most, but what comes under the neck, and what is being thought by the person, right?
Fifth is another woman i wrote of, and this one surprised me by greeting me when I came to the library the other time by saying, in a manner designed to get me to go away, "the library opens at 9:30", and when i said I could not help it, I was always early, she settled comfortably into the bench,, and put one leg over the other, and I stared at her legs, and the red dress she wore, and she was smiling as she dealt with two phone at one time, then called someone about a car being fixed, and abiout her having cabin fever... and I assumed there was a guy who was living with her, or some such.
took me a while to figure out that she may have been warding people off so that i could get to see her, alone, which is why she maybe came early, because the next day, she came with a little girl, right as the 9;30 session finished and I was walking out. She attempted some small talk, but I walked on, can not remmber what she said, because of course, people do NOT read my posts, anyway.
Turns out they do, apparently, and for some weird reason some people actually want to be WITH me.
Now, how is THAT fools at the osc, for someone who should be sent home?
The truth, though, is that I wish someone from that crowd woul just do SOMETHING to upset me, so that I just blast them, before I leave. Which leaves no one in any doubt about where I am going after this, yes?
but, see, these are the five women, and with these, i am ready to leave, if they are ready to go with me.
BUT, see, what happens first, is that the other non-essential people ... die... and the plane is made available to me, while these assholes go alive to hell, all the families, and such, and the vice-president of the States dies as well, so that the secretary of state 'takes over'... provided she loses the title of 'president', I can NOT abide that, and at the same time the people are evacuated from alaska, and worldwide the other people who may tend to ... laugh ... at me for 'having' women that passed through their hands, also die, and all their non-essential offspring, [because i will NOT be a foster parent] and 'my' women come to me and darkness descends on the southern hemisphere -which is when I will be healed [which makes me wonder just what will ahve happened BEFORE then!] and then I will be able to fly the said plane to alaska, and leave behind me the dying peoples, and all that jazz!
Because for the first time, I was THINKING things through, and seeing everything from all angles, and I must confess, the ONLY reason why I would go on a killing spree is if that also means I get my hands on michelle, and kill her, since THAT is the primary reason why i am even contemplating involving all these ... other ... people, whose fates, as far as I am concerned, mean significantly less than the torment i intend to inflict on the silly woman.
On the other hand, though, I had to accept... reality. First, whether it... shows or not... I am true royalty, meaning I have someone to do the dirty work for me, someone whose sole purpose it is to make sure I do not have to be derailed by small considerations like getting hair under my nails because I am trying to rip a person's head out of the neck socket, et.c.
Second, NO ONE would stop... fighting me [because everyone will want to 'be lucky' and try me out] if I went against the americans and took the plane using my own strength.
Third, I would always look rather.... pathetic if i got ... personal... with people.
Fourth, God would have been... negligent... if He, Who literally took my life and decided to run it, let me settle scores like a mere man. (So, the killing would have to be either God Himself or... my companion, which should in no way be taken to mean that I expect any delay, rather, God has decided that He will take me out of the picture, and leave me preoccupied with something else while disaster strikes for people, and they DIE )
ERGO;
I will NOT be killing people, either now, or ever. Provided...there are found-fuck that, they are already THERE- but provided THEY are willing... (details later, I guess) five women that I have already seen and approved of who would be ... easy... to draw to me, without me having to drag them, since it follows they would have to be already willing and hoping that I am going to 'see' them.These women are people I have already mentioned, but NOT the ones I have said are the ones; I have been rather shortsighted there.
The first would have to be a woman who pokes fun at michelle, in that she looks better than her, has a better structure and has a grown girl, instead of the little one that the stupid bitch wanted me to look after. THIS one i can 'kyk agter' indeed, and see her shapely ass and do something about both mother and child.
I mean the 'come-to-st-peter's woman'. HEY, i KNOW what I wrote, but i was still to make sense of stuff, right? Anyway I have nothing to apologise for;- both mother and daughter saw the way i was looking at them both and did not- weirdly enough- seem to mind and instead seemed to seek me out for it, so hey, easy come, easy keep (do not know, though, about the son, or if she, the mother, would walk away from someone who, along with everything else in the hemisphere that is NOT with me, is doomed to die):-
the second would have to be two sisters:- poking fun at nicky? and her sister, as well as 'seeing' if the 'need' for me from these women is indeed greater than the parental urge of one of them. i mean carol and her sister, with the said sister having two kids, and the sister being rather sexier than carol herself, although it is carol, I think who is known to michelle.
ON my side, the women seem to have stopped coming as usual to the F/Hoek library, and the last time I saw carol at the library was late one evening when I was coming from S/Town, after I had gobne to stay on the mountain. She had borrowed books and was standing at the counter, but as I walked in she lterally started, as if she had been caught unprepared. Now, i had always assumed that she was rather... uptight, and so never worried much about her, but the last time I saw both women, when I was till with charles, the sister was riding shotgun in carol's car, and I was sitting on a crate on the pavement, and I looked up as they halted momentarily at the traffic lights, and the sister said to carol, "there's prince", and as I averted my gaze [I have written some rather gritty pieces, and it is rather with the anticipation of being given a hiding that I face certain people] carol leaned back, yelled across her sister's front:- "hey prince!"
"hi"
"how's the book going?"
"huh?"
"the book?"- and here the silent sister mimed opening an invisible book with both hands-
"oh, that! Dont worry, you will hear about it soon enough!"
then I saw the sister alone for three days, I think, in a row, and the first time was a monday, and when i heard some guy who attends Fullies church ask where some other guy is, and she respond that he was working somewhere, i thought, well, so she is hitched, and is 'seeing' someone, and as she was all over the place, speaking to basically everyone and getting lots of attention, especially from a guy who had just gone online to browse at some stuff and then logged off again, I put her out of my mind. But the following day i was late, and she was sitting at station 8, when i walked in, and I did not even bother to see what she was doing, and, and anyway, that, I think is when I wrote that i would have nothing to do with women with facial hair;- and the following day i saw her at the clinic near Fish Hoek museum, and she was... smoking... [uh!] and I passed her by.
But I could not forget her shapely... shape. frankly, I am rather hesistant here about just what the chances are of anything happening, because, see, I do not see what ... positives... there could be for a woman at THIS time, to be with me, even allowing for the fact that the people get to live for ever.
Anyway, those were second and third.
Fourth is directed at butt-head's mom, and the moment i saw this woman, i was thinking, NOW, if the woman had been like THIS one, then I may have NOT been insulted that she thought she could... persuade... me to spare her son. I am talking about the RAV woman, with such a figure on her it is the OTHER head that speaks when I even think of her.
Guess, when all is said and done, it is not the face that matters the most, but what comes under the neck, and what is being thought by the person, right?
Fifth is another woman i wrote of, and this one surprised me by greeting me when I came to the library the other time by saying, in a manner designed to get me to go away, "the library opens at 9:30", and when i said I could not help it, I was always early, she settled comfortably into the bench,, and put one leg over the other, and I stared at her legs, and the red dress she wore, and she was smiling as she dealt with two phone at one time, then called someone about a car being fixed, and abiout her having cabin fever... and I assumed there was a guy who was living with her, or some such.
took me a while to figure out that she may have been warding people off so that i could get to see her, alone, which is why she maybe came early, because the next day, she came with a little girl, right as the 9;30 session finished and I was walking out. She attempted some small talk, but I walked on, can not remmber what she said, because of course, people do NOT read my posts, anyway.
Turns out they do, apparently, and for some weird reason some people actually want to be WITH me.
Now, how is THAT fools at the osc, for someone who should be sent home?
The truth, though, is that I wish someone from that crowd woul just do SOMETHING to upset me, so that I just blast them, before I leave. Which leaves no one in any doubt about where I am going after this, yes?
but, see, these are the five women, and with these, i am ready to leave, if they are ready to go with me.
BUT, see, what happens first, is that the other non-essential people ... die... and the plane is made available to me, while these assholes go alive to hell, all the families, and such, and the vice-president of the States dies as well, so that the secretary of state 'takes over'... provided she loses the title of 'president', I can NOT abide that, and at the same time the people are evacuated from alaska, and worldwide the other people who may tend to ... laugh ... at me for 'having' women that passed through their hands, also die, and all their non-essential offspring, [because i will NOT be a foster parent] and 'my' women come to me and darkness descends on the southern hemisphere -which is when I will be healed [which makes me wonder just what will ahve happened BEFORE then!] and then I will be able to fly the said plane to alaska, and leave behind me the dying peoples, and all that jazz!
And the other thing is that while I would have prefered to do things manually, i do NOT have what it takes to be so... tenacious... when it comes to people, since people tend to want a person to be in submission to their whims. I mean, a woman thinks she is loved if a person gives her room to insult him at will, and does not respond. If someone insults me, though, then the person HAS to account for it, and I NEVER pass off the chance to get even simply because the person decides to act nicer. Which makes me think I MUST drop carol, because once, still at S/Town library, I told her about one of these flat screen computers and how it responded faster than the others and so, what does she do? that very day she decides she will take advantage of my letting her go in first so that she can go sit where she knew i would have sat, and so, since she was doing NO wrong, waht could one say? BUT she showed me what she thought of me, so, i will scratch her from the list
Istead, i will put this anxious blonde chick I saw at the restaurant near the beach at F/Hoek, who was biting her nails. She was waiting for me?
Istead, i will put this anxious blonde chick I saw at the restaurant near the beach at F/Hoek, who was biting her nails. She was waiting for me?
