Being a forward thinking man, I was wondering what would be my own reaction if, when I came through the door bearing my loot and plunder, I had to be reminded of the little runt, Michelle, because of the presence of her friend...if it ever came to that.
I was not, I confess, looking forward to that, because I wanted no grey areas. For a time, I admit, I wanted revenge, and to make her pay for her humiliating me, but now, I have dismissed her as unimportant to me. My life is for me to enjoy, and that means, no riffraff, no person with whom I have a 'history', to spoil it, to spoil my personal 'rest', so that means that the 'friend' of my enemy can never be allowed anywhere near me.
OK, so I wanted the little fools to dare AGAIN what they tried before, and with my words I was lulling them to think I was just a loudmouth who would do nothing, and, I admit, I wanted vengeance so much I was prepared to shoot myself in the foot to get it, and thereby make someone who wass really worthless and beneath me seem like she was something.
But even on Sunday, when I went around looking for trouble, I found none, and went back to my personal space a bit gloomy. The chickens refused to play, the fish refused to bite, and so, when I came yesterday, I deliberately left some 'room' for Michelle's friend. But she did not bite. And I was tired anyway with playing games, so I have decided to just get rid of the last stronghold both Michelle and The Holy Spirit had on me... an appeal to my desire for revenge.
I have decided to keep it simple, to keep it green, selfish green, and get rid of the little bitch's not so innocent friend.
God was right, I was making myself worthless by spending all my time trying to encroach on His department. He said,
I was not, I confess, looking forward to that, because I wanted no grey areas. For a time, I admit, I wanted revenge, and to make her pay for her humiliating me, but now, I have dismissed her as unimportant to me. My life is for me to enjoy, and that means, no riffraff, no person with whom I have a 'history', to spoil it, to spoil my personal 'rest', so that means that the 'friend' of my enemy can never be allowed anywhere near me.
OK, so I wanted the little fools to dare AGAIN what they tried before, and with my words I was lulling them to think I was just a loudmouth who would do nothing, and, I admit, I wanted vengeance so much I was prepared to shoot myself in the foot to get it, and thereby make someone who wass really worthless and beneath me seem like she was something.
But even on Sunday, when I went around looking for trouble, I found none, and went back to my personal space a bit gloomy. The chickens refused to play, the fish refused to bite, and so, when I came yesterday, I deliberately left some 'room' for Michelle's friend. But she did not bite. And I was tired anyway with playing games, so I have decided to just get rid of the last stronghold both Michelle and The Holy Spirit had on me... an appeal to my desire for revenge.
I have decided to keep it simple, to keep it green, selfish green, and get rid of the little bitch's not so innocent friend.
God was right, I was making myself worthless by spending all my time trying to encroach on His department. He said,
Vengeance is Mine, I will repay
So, I really have no business dealing with His business, and I was losing focus anyway, and thus straying into The Holy Spirit's catchment area, since he has from the beginning been an enemy of man, and has distorted every word God said so that he makes him look silly and ...'but dust'.
I remember, though, when my mother tried to kill me first time, and I 'refused', but did not have her die as well [I can not REALLY explain that except I knew I had a choice, even at nine months old] all on the grounds that I was still being breast fed.
I was just selfish, and curiously, God listened, and for 'my sake', He ... how do I put it, 'killed' other people through the El Nino effect.
Let me now unequivocally state that The Holy Spirit has no power over water
Read the Bible, and you will see.
Last year, I was busy with my 'book' "Counting Numbers and The Solution to the Goldbach Conjecture", and after sending a manuscript to these people, I inadvertantly 'joked' about the Japanese people for their inability to bend and take things as they are. Then I decided, nuh, I will not have anything to do with setting one race as being better than the other, they are all jst deluded, and anyway, this was about God, not about me trying to get my name in print and not about me making a quick, though compromising buck, so I stopped the whole charade, and guess what, God listened again, and there was...what... on my birthday?
Anyway, on Sunday, He told me to spend the day at the beach, and I only reluctantly did so, after my war-march, of course.
In the early afternoon, I left my 'haven' and strolled up the beach, and as I came to where the divers (and diverse others) had their cars, hangers-on and accessories parked or laid, I saw this 'woman' in a bra and panties suddenly sit up from the beachfront, and walk with that unhurried haste to where, presumably, the car she had arrived in was [I immediately went, 'God! Not again, please! Why do people have to hurry away when they see me. I am beginning to think I stink or something]
What made matters worse was the fact that she was a red-haired girl, with two blonde kids in tow, and she had gathered up her towel as soon as I came near, and covered herself....well, I wanted to see... I mean, if she was displaying it for everyone, why not me?
Anyway, by the time I got to her, she had put on a black top, and, OK, so her panties were not the butt-flashing kind; they had these four stars painted on her butt, cute butt too and that was not what stopped me.
What stopped me was the fact that she was looking at herself on the side windows of a red..Golf?... without any of that are-you-admiring-the-view-too butt and hip wiggling that many women would have...it was more like, a woman in front of a tailor checking for stray threads and loose seams on her dress would look...'is this done right?' kind of look.
Then she looked at me as if we had been talking a long time, and my frustration at her showing her back parts vanished...given that demonstration and her frank gaze.
I do not know WHEN it happened, but I must have showed my unhappiness that she was publicly parading herself in near nude...though less than others, [admittedly, but still too exposed, and anyway, when I came back again she had covered her bottom with tight fitting jeans, and that, in my view, was not much of an improvement]...but the fact of the matter was, weighed on the full scale, I liked her on sight, and thoughts of revenge seemed suddenly too silly.
She was a girl, not a woman, and I decided there and then I would take her, as the last of the ten!
To hell with ... trash!
