tell me are who them
so we nuh friend them
ghetto people nuh friend them...
so we nuh friend them
ghetto people nuh friend them...
I woul really like to know who dem, who dese women be dat seem to.. like me so me can be friend dem?
Dig it?
Fuck there is nothing glorious about Jamaican patois; just get a kid to speak broken English and he could be jamaican...or a wolf ith a tootaache, like in Wolves Witches and Giants, where the Big Bad Wolf goes, hmmm, dis is gonna take some tot!as he scratches his head.
OK, then,so let me be analytical, and see just what... I mean wha' 're gwaan, savvy?
And use all my crazy logic to get there.
first, of course, God comes to me with a 'Tell Me what you want from Me" statement, directed towards women, right, and the ark vision, right, but, knowing God an His No-Involvement policy, He was actually directing things so that what He was asking me was what I would be asking the women, but I had to answer that directed at Him, first that I wanted 'ten million dollars' to build that thing, which thing was the ark thing, which flew and extended bat wings, yes?
Dig it?
Fuck there is nothing glorious about Jamaican patois; just get a kid to speak broken English and he could be jamaican...or a wolf ith a tootaache, like in Wolves Witches and Giants, where the Big Bad Wolf goes, hmmm, dis is gonna take some tot!as he scratches his head.
OK, then,so let me be analytical, and see just what... I mean wha' 're gwaan, savvy?
And use all my crazy logic to get there.
first, of course, God comes to me with a 'Tell Me what you want from Me" statement, directed towards women, right, and the ark vision, right, but, knowing God an His No-Involvement policy, He was actually directing things so that what He was asking me was what I would be asking the women, but I had to answer that directed at Him, first that I wanted 'ten million dollars' to build that thing, which thing was the ark thing, which flew and extended bat wings, yes?
Now this THING was flat, not like Noah's ark, see? and black, not shiny nor golden, and so, when you see the resemblance to the ark above, and the fact that buried in it were the... ten commandments... then I suppose one can see that the ten women who 'Told me what they wanted" with absolutely NO ambiguity whatsoever, are the ten 'million' who were the foundation or the cornerstones of the 'thing'.
And they would probably be the ones that made me agree with God and stop my warfare with Him because they actually EXIST and I can name them in order, roughly, see? . Although they would make me stop thinking God wanted to just make me mad, which was my conclusion long ago since He did not show Himself to anyone but was just stuck in my head.And they would not be enough
because I have to consider that I am suspicious of everything that comes from God, being as territorial as Mugabe is over Zimbabwe, since my life is all I have and I do not take lighlty anyone who thinks it can be trifled with, as God seemed to do.
So the ten are, just to get it straight and orderly:=>
The golden haired girl who was coming from Glencairn Heights and stopped and went as I described, on Friday 25 may 2012, before nine a.m. and she was dressed in jeans and a formal shirt and her hair was not elongated but rather was 'set' and it was a shiny gold, and she looked so nice and when she looked at me with a look that said plainly, Take Me to Bed, and I, without thinking, looked her up and down and decided that her ass, though perfect, was sitting on the wrong person because she did not take the appropriate care of her calves so that the whole of her would be very easy on the eyes.So, I suppose I said "no" to her, and she went away very, very sorrowful, till I realised, in the real world, that she had actually NOT even bothered with MY appearance and instead had automatically looked up to me, and done the thing I wanted, which was to... desire me without knowing anything of my very complicated life. I mean who the fuck would believe the things I wrote here? HUH? About God and stuff. Woman looked at me and that was it, and that earned her a more than 50% with me, although unfortunately, or fortunately for one so highly strung as myself she went away before we even... talked. Because I would have blamed God for bringing me someone so obviously so... imperfect... as the best thing for me. As I said, I am very highly strung, and no-one comes close. Someone told me that growing up without trusting the basic bond that exists between people made me a person that was probably the sorriest thing in existence, but she knew none of the whole of it, about God and stuff.So, it was refreshing to have someone whose focus was purely on ME, not anyone else.
Then, of course, came the one immediately after, if something like 25-30minutes is ... immediately... and as I waited to go back to Fisk Hoek library after having butt-head evict me from it about a month or two before [it was late February that that happened] I was tense and so hyped up that my back must have been fit to roast mealies on and get them very well charred. And so, as is usual when i am stressed and feeling invisible, I decided to take the matter into my own hands and I approached the woman outside the entrance who sold books then, and I asked about a book that I had seen before, last time I had been there, a couple of months before, and was on boxing, and as she said she had no idea, and I did not believe her, my attention was diverted to this golden haired woman, with hair exactly LIKE that one I saw first, and she literally moved from the end of the middle aisle and stood just a little way away from me as I stood with my back to the library wall, at the other end, but I SWEAR I did not see her move, and I forgot the woman bookseller and stared at THIS woman, because she was a classic beauty, and she had such a nice face, a beautiful nose, and OK, she had ear-rings [I can not imagine why anyone would pierce her body for... beauty... there is something basically barbaric about it all], two of them on one ear, and I was peering at her and could have kissed her, but she seemed to... ignore me, just like everyone else seemed to ignore the fact that I, a person who had been humiliated, was BACK.
So, when the library opened, I turned my back on her, and braced myself to face the animosity which I feel everytime I go into the library, even now, and I went in anyway, and was surprised by... feeling... not hearing, the footsteps of the woman as she literally rushed in after me, and went and sat opposite-almost- me and attempted to smile at me and instead seemed to grimace.
It took me many days after to realise that the lady was at THAT time scared of me, but then she, like I said, later cut in front of me and almost made me collide with her, and she went on right ignoring me, and so, I realised that the woman was seeking MY approval, and I looked at her briefly and realised that I had no anger against her.I also saw that her calves , hidden beneath her 3/4 jeans and the plastic boots with whorls of many colours on them, were... perfect[Guess the anger I feel against women in general was not directed at her, and she is, and was, safe.] Iremember thinking my un-trusting thoughts about her that she was 'sent' to bother me because i had seen the other one and so I wrote furiously while she was across from me that I wanted just her, and not anyone else.later, maybe after many days, after I was compiling the list, did I decide that she was... one of the 'ten million dollars'.
Then, of course, the next day, after the library, I was to be further infuriated by michelle and her mother waylaying me as I went from the library to the 'free' train at Sunny Cove, and I was frankly so pissed at her that I would not have been... happy.. if God continued to keep me, even if it is only in the mind, fettered, as if she was telling me that I had no right to raise my head up but should always be something beneath her, since after all that she did, never once did she think I was worth an apology, since I should go home, and should at the same time have love and not be angry, and should love God.
Fuck, for which of THOSE shall I make her suffer the most? Mmmm!
But, then, I am getting ahead of myself, because the moments before, just as I had been sitting outside the library waiting for the library to open and had stood aside for this girl with her brilliant white hair, and I had just been thinking to myself that i wanted someone without too much of an ass so that I could have variety and not have someone who overshadowed the FIRST woman who had ever literally, from the blue, thrust herself at me, this girl completely in black with one of those tunic things that these women seem to favour, and these incredibly small hands, which did not suit her at all and made me wonder again, later, just what the fuck God was about, but with a perfect body and a cleft chin -never mind the red-lipstick - and a walk that even now makes me wonde just how charged up i would be just seeing her be... herself, and whther I would ever let her walk around since everything about her screamed for me to take her right there and then, and truthfully the one thing that stopped me from causing a scene was the fact that she had THAT lipstick, and to me, well, lipstick is like a beacon to ... attract people, so i was a bit repelled... and I waited for her to pass, and she looked me straight in the eye, and I swear she seemed as if she was ASKING me if I really wanted her to pass, or if I was going to stop her or something. the woman was not afraind as people are afraid of robbers, but the way she looked was as if I had seen her doing something so dirty she was ashamed, and I suppose, now, it was only because I was not happy with her lipstick, and thing is, I liked her ass, and I did not realise that i was doing what god promised the 'man' would do, and she was responding to it like a proper woman 'that he would rule over her and she would desire him'.i let her go, and I liked her, but still I was NOT satisfied with everything, and well, the next ones were spaced a bit further apart, and they are the polite girl, with whom I think I was more accurate with since I was getting used to this, and how she drew my attention to herself and then withdrew, and EVERY single one of the women that came after had one thing in common;- I was both the most interesting person around, and the scariest thing, as if these two went hand in hand. they are, not because they are not important, but because I am getting a knot in my back here from concentrating on bringing the same story in a different way;- fuck, they are
the woman with the incredible waistline who was diving and wore jeans of this colour, whose face I did not see, prompting me to want to see the face of the girl with her book Shopaholic Girl since they happened on consecutive weekends- i think- at the beach in S/Town, and this diving woman I had not even seen her.
the Shopaholic girl seemed to me to be the Ultimate woman since I had seen everything about her and I suppose that, had I not had the vision from God the morning before, about someone else coming around, i would have said she was the ONE woman I would spend the rest of my life with, not realising as I do now just how impossible that would be ... with me... because I would find fault, big time.The woman with her own incredible hair that I called after I, as I have discovered, rejected both nicky? and michelle.She came the weekend after shopaholic girl, and if anything is the one person who has acted the most terrified but the most resolute about it, and hey, she is no beauty, but has a face that makes one want to... cringe...except for the fact that I saw such hopelessness in her submission that I wanted to never let her suffer any harm, although with me these emotions as well, would lead to a short-circuit of my trust circuits as I wonder whether God is playing with me. But I clutched at her and did not want god to have her or for her to read of me glorifying God, but me, because I wanted her to look at me always as she had. it was not because of vanity,it was plain ego, because I knew that I was more than even she knew, except that God seems to have me underfoot like some little cretin.
Then there was the girl with the dog episode and the fact that she looked like the shopaholic girl in structure but was instead white where the other was pink and had a funny upturned nose, like some of them english people that I had seen, and for someone like me who has a battle-lust the size of a... continent,I would feel like busting it since I DID beat up one such english guy for the usual reasons when he stepped on my toes, and he had just THAT nose. Which is probably why God first showed her in the vision as wearing red, which would have normally made me rather angry [i have battle-lust, seriously]Then there was the blue eyed blonde lady whose smile made me go funny in my heart, and she was right there the time I felt like taking the married woman, simply because she had looked at me like a deer in the light and I was not at the same time unaware that she would atthe same time open her legs to her husband and I would not have someone that would be mine but would arouse the same anger that I was not capable of concealing,ever.so, God diverted me then with this lady,and i took it at face value, noted the woman hated the correction, and dismissed the lady even though she looked at me reproachfully. heck, with that smile of hers she does not have to worry, she only has to turn it towards me and i would be butter in her hands, it is just that right then, I was hating being... wrong... and having God ... tell me... again, just what was the matter.Then there was the woman who also corrected me as far as the glencairn woman who is married is concerned, and that is the S/Town woman whose face and looks made her, and make her so... attractive, and she again does not have to worry about whether I will draw after her, she just has to let her hair down and she is making me the horniest man alive. THESE are the ten women, and they laid the foundation, and as one can see, when everything is laid down in order, I guess that married women are out, and that I may as well face up to the truth as to why I was serioulsy looking at the red-haired woman.
OK< allison, i take it, that, if my conclusion is correct, that... guy... IS your twin, right?
because I had a vision of a cousin of mine, a 'muzukuru' which means a grandson, although of course that has no real equivalnt in English, and he was called john mazendame, and the surname means 'one who leans' so this in this vision he walked into my parents door and reached out and took a kingsize bottle of coca-cola from the frozen top of the fridge, which is ione of those ancient zero-zone-freezer types with just that logo printed on it, and he drank some of it, and left some, and put it back and I was sitting in my room, on the bed and I could look straight out and see his actions, and what he did made me furious because he was taking some not little advantage, and I said to him, in an anger I never thought i had 'wakajaidzwa haikona' meaning that you are very spoiled, and he then looked at me and sang in a soothing voice, "Mwari munenyasha nemasimba ose" meaning literally " God [being me] you have mercy and all the power".
and I suppose that the thing makes more sense when you realise that you DID exactly that, and when you came with this guy, and I blasted you, you later came alone-ish, and the reason why I say the guy is your twin is that this john HAD a twin and the guy is in the UK, and he IS spoled, the twin, which makes sense when you consider that the guy you were always with seemed uneager to learn English, a common french affectation, so he wanted you at his beck and call, which is why you probably retaliated a bit by buying a key-ring and refusing to buy it for him as well.
And on MY part, if you had been 'wrong', in God's eyes, i would have been seriously pisses because you recall I said that i would only ever hope if he actually saw fit to include you in this whole thing, because I... liked you... and everything you did, from the beginning, but you did not heed my bitterness about coming out alone, and when you DID come out, you only made me only slightly less bitter, because you wanted things to yourself.
I guess I do love you, a lot, you silly woman, but please, please, if you ever cross me again i will rend you limb from limb and make you ... ah fuck, I will be honest, I would really like to undress you and take you somewhere where, as the song goes, 'my view is only you', because you are MY first choice.
that is probably why the sexy lady who came after you, the one who was with the last ... three... was NOT perfect, although the other two were properly appropriate, because I guess even God would not over-ride me as far as you are concerned although there is... ah fuck, you will see it yourself.
The other woman is weirdly enough a younger 'sister' of someone who seemed to be what she is not, although I only discovered that this morning when I wanted to explain really WHY I was even looking at the red headed one here in kalk bay , because in her specs, and everything, the way she moved, she was like nicky?'s younger sister, who I liked the one and only time I saw her, and of course,never hoped that she would come anywhere near me, because of everything that is going on with the family.
Then there is the very intelligent girl with her interesting ass, in kalk bay,
and then there is the nicole kidman look-alike
AND
finally the last girl whom I saw, who came to the library and sat across from me.
guess there will NOT be a 'virgin' among the whole crew, and anyway, one is enough, I am thinking of the screams that I may have to endure, although the girl was instrumental in bringing order into chaos.
Now, people, these and the other ten that made p the second storey of the whole deal, are the women I want. Now, I am done, and I have worked it out.
back to the mountain and some food. I will probably run out her again in the morning and spend the remaining one and a quarter hours left, yes.
I added some more time.
because I have to consider that I am suspicious of everything that comes from God, being as territorial as Mugabe is over Zimbabwe, since my life is all I have and I do not take lighlty anyone who thinks it can be trifled with, as God seemed to do.
So the ten are, just to get it straight and orderly:=>
The golden haired girl who was coming from Glencairn Heights and stopped and went as I described, on Friday 25 may 2012, before nine a.m. and she was dressed in jeans and a formal shirt and her hair was not elongated but rather was 'set' and it was a shiny gold, and she looked so nice and when she looked at me with a look that said plainly, Take Me to Bed, and I, without thinking, looked her up and down and decided that her ass, though perfect, was sitting on the wrong person because she did not take the appropriate care of her calves so that the whole of her would be very easy on the eyes.So, I suppose I said "no" to her, and she went away very, very sorrowful, till I realised, in the real world, that she had actually NOT even bothered with MY appearance and instead had automatically looked up to me, and done the thing I wanted, which was to... desire me without knowing anything of my very complicated life. I mean who the fuck would believe the things I wrote here? HUH? About God and stuff. Woman looked at me and that was it, and that earned her a more than 50% with me, although unfortunately, or fortunately for one so highly strung as myself she went away before we even... talked. Because I would have blamed God for bringing me someone so obviously so... imperfect... as the best thing for me. As I said, I am very highly strung, and no-one comes close. Someone told me that growing up without trusting the basic bond that exists between people made me a person that was probably the sorriest thing in existence, but she knew none of the whole of it, about God and stuff.So, it was refreshing to have someone whose focus was purely on ME, not anyone else.
Then, of course, came the one immediately after, if something like 25-30minutes is ... immediately... and as I waited to go back to Fisk Hoek library after having butt-head evict me from it about a month or two before [it was late February that that happened] I was tense and so hyped up that my back must have been fit to roast mealies on and get them very well charred. And so, as is usual when i am stressed and feeling invisible, I decided to take the matter into my own hands and I approached the woman outside the entrance who sold books then, and I asked about a book that I had seen before, last time I had been there, a couple of months before, and was on boxing, and as she said she had no idea, and I did not believe her, my attention was diverted to this golden haired woman, with hair exactly LIKE that one I saw first, and she literally moved from the end of the middle aisle and stood just a little way away from me as I stood with my back to the library wall, at the other end, but I SWEAR I did not see her move, and I forgot the woman bookseller and stared at THIS woman, because she was a classic beauty, and she had such a nice face, a beautiful nose, and OK, she had ear-rings [I can not imagine why anyone would pierce her body for... beauty... there is something basically barbaric about it all], two of them on one ear, and I was peering at her and could have kissed her, but she seemed to... ignore me, just like everyone else seemed to ignore the fact that I, a person who had been humiliated, was BACK.
So, when the library opened, I turned my back on her, and braced myself to face the animosity which I feel everytime I go into the library, even now, and I went in anyway, and was surprised by... feeling... not hearing, the footsteps of the woman as she literally rushed in after me, and went and sat opposite-almost- me and attempted to smile at me and instead seemed to grimace.
It took me many days after to realise that the lady was at THAT time scared of me, but then she, like I said, later cut in front of me and almost made me collide with her, and she went on right ignoring me, and so, I realised that the woman was seeking MY approval, and I looked at her briefly and realised that I had no anger against her.I also saw that her calves , hidden beneath her 3/4 jeans and the plastic boots with whorls of many colours on them, were... perfect[Guess the anger I feel against women in general was not directed at her, and she is, and was, safe.] Iremember thinking my un-trusting thoughts about her that she was 'sent' to bother me because i had seen the other one and so I wrote furiously while she was across from me that I wanted just her, and not anyone else.later, maybe after many days, after I was compiling the list, did I decide that she was... one of the 'ten million dollars'.
Then, of course, the next day, after the library, I was to be further infuriated by michelle and her mother waylaying me as I went from the library to the 'free' train at Sunny Cove, and I was frankly so pissed at her that I would not have been... happy.. if God continued to keep me, even if it is only in the mind, fettered, as if she was telling me that I had no right to raise my head up but should always be something beneath her, since after all that she did, never once did she think I was worth an apology, since I should go home, and should at the same time have love and not be angry, and should love God.
Fuck, for which of THOSE shall I make her suffer the most? Mmmm!
But, then, I am getting ahead of myself, because the moments before, just as I had been sitting outside the library waiting for the library to open and had stood aside for this girl with her brilliant white hair, and I had just been thinking to myself that i wanted someone without too much of an ass so that I could have variety and not have someone who overshadowed the FIRST woman who had ever literally, from the blue, thrust herself at me, this girl completely in black with one of those tunic things that these women seem to favour, and these incredibly small hands, which did not suit her at all and made me wonder again, later, just what the fuck God was about, but with a perfect body and a cleft chin -never mind the red-lipstick - and a walk that even now makes me wonde just how charged up i would be just seeing her be... herself, and whther I would ever let her walk around since everything about her screamed for me to take her right there and then, and truthfully the one thing that stopped me from causing a scene was the fact that she had THAT lipstick, and to me, well, lipstick is like a beacon to ... attract people, so i was a bit repelled... and I waited for her to pass, and she looked me straight in the eye, and I swear she seemed as if she was ASKING me if I really wanted her to pass, or if I was going to stop her or something. the woman was not afraind as people are afraid of robbers, but the way she looked was as if I had seen her doing something so dirty she was ashamed, and I suppose, now, it was only because I was not happy with her lipstick, and thing is, I liked her ass, and I did not realise that i was doing what god promised the 'man' would do, and she was responding to it like a proper woman 'that he would rule over her and she would desire him'.i let her go, and I liked her, but still I was NOT satisfied with everything, and well, the next ones were spaced a bit further apart, and they are the polite girl, with whom I think I was more accurate with since I was getting used to this, and how she drew my attention to herself and then withdrew, and EVERY single one of the women that came after had one thing in common;- I was both the most interesting person around, and the scariest thing, as if these two went hand in hand. they are, not because they are not important, but because I am getting a knot in my back here from concentrating on bringing the same story in a different way;- fuck, they are
the woman with the incredible waistline who was diving and wore jeans of this colour, whose face I did not see, prompting me to want to see the face of the girl with her book Shopaholic Girl since they happened on consecutive weekends- i think- at the beach in S/Town, and this diving woman I had not even seen her.
the Shopaholic girl seemed to me to be the Ultimate woman since I had seen everything about her and I suppose that, had I not had the vision from God the morning before, about someone else coming around, i would have said she was the ONE woman I would spend the rest of my life with, not realising as I do now just how impossible that would be ... with me... because I would find fault, big time.The woman with her own incredible hair that I called after I, as I have discovered, rejected both nicky? and michelle.She came the weekend after shopaholic girl, and if anything is the one person who has acted the most terrified but the most resolute about it, and hey, she is no beauty, but has a face that makes one want to... cringe...except for the fact that I saw such hopelessness in her submission that I wanted to never let her suffer any harm, although with me these emotions as well, would lead to a short-circuit of my trust circuits as I wonder whether God is playing with me. But I clutched at her and did not want god to have her or for her to read of me glorifying God, but me, because I wanted her to look at me always as she had. it was not because of vanity,it was plain ego, because I knew that I was more than even she knew, except that God seems to have me underfoot like some little cretin.
Then there was the girl with the dog episode and the fact that she looked like the shopaholic girl in structure but was instead white where the other was pink and had a funny upturned nose, like some of them english people that I had seen, and for someone like me who has a battle-lust the size of a... continent,I would feel like busting it since I DID beat up one such english guy for the usual reasons when he stepped on my toes, and he had just THAT nose. Which is probably why God first showed her in the vision as wearing red, which would have normally made me rather angry [i have battle-lust, seriously]Then there was the blue eyed blonde lady whose smile made me go funny in my heart, and she was right there the time I felt like taking the married woman, simply because she had looked at me like a deer in the light and I was not at the same time unaware that she would atthe same time open her legs to her husband and I would not have someone that would be mine but would arouse the same anger that I was not capable of concealing,ever.so, God diverted me then with this lady,and i took it at face value, noted the woman hated the correction, and dismissed the lady even though she looked at me reproachfully. heck, with that smile of hers she does not have to worry, she only has to turn it towards me and i would be butter in her hands, it is just that right then, I was hating being... wrong... and having God ... tell me... again, just what was the matter.Then there was the woman who also corrected me as far as the glencairn woman who is married is concerned, and that is the S/Town woman whose face and looks made her, and make her so... attractive, and she again does not have to worry about whether I will draw after her, she just has to let her hair down and she is making me the horniest man alive. THESE are the ten women, and they laid the foundation, and as one can see, when everything is laid down in order, I guess that married women are out, and that I may as well face up to the truth as to why I was serioulsy looking at the red-haired woman.
OK< allison, i take it, that, if my conclusion is correct, that... guy... IS your twin, right?
because I had a vision of a cousin of mine, a 'muzukuru' which means a grandson, although of course that has no real equivalnt in English, and he was called john mazendame, and the surname means 'one who leans' so this in this vision he walked into my parents door and reached out and took a kingsize bottle of coca-cola from the frozen top of the fridge, which is ione of those ancient zero-zone-freezer types with just that logo printed on it, and he drank some of it, and left some, and put it back and I was sitting in my room, on the bed and I could look straight out and see his actions, and what he did made me furious because he was taking some not little advantage, and I said to him, in an anger I never thought i had 'wakajaidzwa haikona' meaning that you are very spoiled, and he then looked at me and sang in a soothing voice, "Mwari munenyasha nemasimba ose" meaning literally " God [being me] you have mercy and all the power".
and I suppose that the thing makes more sense when you realise that you DID exactly that, and when you came with this guy, and I blasted you, you later came alone-ish, and the reason why I say the guy is your twin is that this john HAD a twin and the guy is in the UK, and he IS spoled, the twin, which makes sense when you consider that the guy you were always with seemed uneager to learn English, a common french affectation, so he wanted you at his beck and call, which is why you probably retaliated a bit by buying a key-ring and refusing to buy it for him as well.
And on MY part, if you had been 'wrong', in God's eyes, i would have been seriously pisses because you recall I said that i would only ever hope if he actually saw fit to include you in this whole thing, because I... liked you... and everything you did, from the beginning, but you did not heed my bitterness about coming out alone, and when you DID come out, you only made me only slightly less bitter, because you wanted things to yourself.
I guess I do love you, a lot, you silly woman, but please, please, if you ever cross me again i will rend you limb from limb and make you ... ah fuck, I will be honest, I would really like to undress you and take you somewhere where, as the song goes, 'my view is only you', because you are MY first choice.
that is probably why the sexy lady who came after you, the one who was with the last ... three... was NOT perfect, although the other two were properly appropriate, because I guess even God would not over-ride me as far as you are concerned although there is... ah fuck, you will see it yourself.
The other woman is weirdly enough a younger 'sister' of someone who seemed to be what she is not, although I only discovered that this morning when I wanted to explain really WHY I was even looking at the red headed one here in kalk bay , because in her specs, and everything, the way she moved, she was like nicky?'s younger sister, who I liked the one and only time I saw her, and of course,never hoped that she would come anywhere near me, because of everything that is going on with the family.
Then there is the very intelligent girl with her interesting ass, in kalk bay,
and then there is the nicole kidman look-alike
AND
finally the last girl whom I saw, who came to the library and sat across from me.
guess there will NOT be a 'virgin' among the whole crew, and anyway, one is enough, I am thinking of the screams that I may have to endure, although the girl was instrumental in bringing order into chaos.
Now, people, these and the other ten that made p the second storey of the whole deal, are the women I want. Now, I am done, and I have worked it out.
back to the mountain and some food. I will probably run out her again in the morning and spend the remaining one and a quarter hours left, yes.
I added some more time.
