The past few days I have been unable to access the internet, which is why I have been silent... a good thing, actually, because it has enabled me to go back and observe God, and wonder about things and find out the truth of some, as well.
It is also no surprise that the time I have been offline has coincided with the 3 day deadline I gave Obama to evacuate the city where American power has its seat... Washington D.C.I wanted, and still want Alaska: I hope it is cold, since I have developed an intolerance for heat.
The time limit has expired, and surprise surprise, nothing has been done.
Which is where I wax academic, a bit:
1) When I left home, it was pursuant to the statement from God, "I have prepared a place for you, says the president of Turkey".
2) It was easy to work out that Turkey would hold appeal for me because that is where the ark of Noah would be, a solid form of proof that biblical events did actually happen... but there was no REASON for me to want to go there, or even desire to live among people whose very alphabet is not the one I am used to... so I was hesitant. RATHER!
3) But the ark settled AFTER the flood, so...well, you know what that would mean...a drenching somewhere, right?[Lets face it, NO One will take the least bit of notice of me till God does something drastic, since I am neither eloquent nor concerned about these things: God promised, and I am looking to Him for all things]
4) THEN God shows me a vision of a flying ark-like thing, and I blurt out, I want ten million dollars to 'BUILD' that thing, which truthfully, did not have two bat-like wings, but just one was visible, the near side one.
(the ten million I found out easily enough... ten women, to counter the 'one in a million' statement about this other chick...yes?)
AND, please note: ark can mean box or... palace, so we are talking 'kingship' here... something like, 'because of these ten women, this guy...me, of course, has decided that, like Galaxar in 'Monsters', "I like this planet, I think I will stay, and rule it", so give IN to me now', kind of thing...
BUT, bible lore says that God waited till Noah had built the ark, and then He had the thing sealed, and THEN there was a flood, so, it takes no brains to realise that, IF this is the same God, and He has decided to make me His own, and is therefore totally biased towards me, then He would wait till I had chosen ten women... and the 'wait' thing is also not that I just go and choose whoever, He had long before given me a subtle guideline, like two years before, where all I knew was that there would be seven and three.
It took a while to work out that this was not seven and three years,[I mean, hello, He said He had added 15 years to my life, so 2011 would mean I had ten left, which caused some confusion with Michelle and The Holy Spirit because I was trying to work myself into THEIR plans...weird, but true] but seven and three women, and fit that with the 'light' burden thing, then it means they would be 'blonde' seven and three women...pretty much because God was letting me know... a person who would blunder about and worry about even the slightest thing in life, or the least load... that He had already mapped out my life for me, and was not going to suddenly grow weary of me.
THEREFORE, I worked out that the reason why there has been no 'progress', no 'rain' [source of the cloud that does not bear water, anyone] is that I have not really found the ten I wanted.
Which seven, which three?
I used everything I knew about me, and lets face it, for me, a truly beautiful woman is one I would have erotic dreams about,[come on, guys masturbate about beautiful women then settle for the mediocre just to get by, but I can not have two standards, especially with The Most High God taking every choice of mine personally, it tends to get tricky deciding on criteria with One who knows that if I just say OK, this one, I will later blame Him for not giving me the heads up later when the obvious things I ignored start surfacing, so I have to stop 'seeking at night what I can not find during the day, and seeking during the day what I can not find at night] and I have since gotten to the point that I can not even have an erection when I am looking at a woman who has something that puts me off, and by that I mean the face.
If even the least thing about the face puts me off, I can not stand the woman, and if I can not stand the woman, I try to distance myself from her, and of course, not only the face but the body has to be superb as well.
Nothing mediocre, and she must speak with her body language straight to my libido without me having to think about it, because if I have to think about it,then no one would really be acceptable to me.
It was therefore easy to figure out which seven I wanted, and these had somehow, also looked to me, and had NOT however, said anything about sex, rather, it had been more a need for protection, or some such thing that made me more than a sex-pistol... I mean lets face it, if a woman approaches you and makes mention of the fact that she wants sex, then you feel slighted, since she seems to want you for the minutes when she is 'hot' but otherwise you would be a nuisance... so the seven were these:
1) Michelle's friend
2)The Dutch girl
3)The Castle girl
4)The girl in the kimono-thing at Long beach
5)The girl who smiled at me at Sunny Cove as she passed by.
6)The girl at the restaurant at Fish Hoek beach
7)The girl in black with the cleft chin and red-lipstick.
Now, I saw the seventh girl a day after I saw that one from Glencairn Heights, the golden-haired one, who as good as said, "lets have sex", and I was NOT really amused, especially as she had an ass which was a bit too large, even for a tall woman, and legs that did not match her. The following day, I had been 'curious about asses", which is maybe when I 'called' this other German-looking dame who still looked at me as if wondering if I was really serious that I was waiting for her to pass. I really wanted to see if her ass was any better, and it was, firm and pleasing to touch.I could live with it.
Which leaves the other three.
These did not really look to me, I just did as I wanted, and so these are,
1) The golden haired one with the driving-instructor. Well, she DID look a bit askance at me as I stopped and looked at her, wanting to see her face. She probably wondered what I was high on.
2) The girl with the diving crew, and the guy with a hand on her ass. I felt that the guy had violated not just her but ME, and she, of course, may not have noticed me, but who cares, I took the time to notice her ass anyway, and it was OK.
Lets face it many people dream of asses like those.
But when it came to the tent woman, I was really stumped. I was thinking I may as well disregard the hair type and settle for the married girl, despite the fact that her speech patterns would, in the course of time, irritate me... I mean, listen to the 'clipped' tones of an English woman, or the fact that their teeth are really...well, not that much to like... uneven and they speak as though they will stop at any minute and ask you for some tissue paper to blow their noses... and well, THOSE nitty-gritties would have set my teeth on edge, and made me feel positively murderous!
SO, today, I am walking to Fish Hoek library, cross the road at the first junction just after the traffic circle, and I ran smack into this woman who is walking into this 'His and Hers clothing shop' on the road to the library, and instantly I am smitten. Shoulder length golden hair, and she has a ring, but on the right hand...whatever that means...AND she has an ass that gave me a feeling I wanted to feel it, and she did not see me at all, and she was wearing these knee length boots, leather, black, and her curves...phew.
Then I knew that I had found the tenth.
seven who looked and three I blindside.
And well, its kind of like in the video game, where I am in control, and everything I say goes, so the question of "choice" for these women, or for any other person, as far as I am concerned, is one that is laughable.
I NEVER negotiate, I always do as I damn well please, and I am not going to change for anyone.
But, of course, that is not ALL the deal, because I like beautiful things, see, and since, as I have noticed that God is very specific, He said that I had fifteen years added on to "my life', which is, one where I am still mixing shoulders with other people, then it 'behooves' me to make sure I get something out of it...and while the ten are nice, I will still get bored after a while, when the novelty has worn off...not that I would not appreciate them, but that as long as there are witnesses around, they may be looking down their collective noses at me, so I will take things that I like that will hurt everyone, like the B2 plane, an F-22, or two, and a Concorde plane for those longer trips. I am thinking of five German chicks, when I go to collect some non-electronic limited BMW M-cars, from M1, M3,[old school Evo, 90's version] and of course the 8-Series.
I hate the Americans, so I will just settle for their cars, like every car imaginable... with the name of an animal...beastly of me yes?
Now it can rain, and well, the people can die, I am ready to go!
There are still three weeks to build my log cabin, which will have to have all the mod-cons of a life of unlimited pleasure, just to bend people's noses in it, and I hope someone says NO, because I really want to have a free-for-all fight, hand to hand, with someone or some many who think they can individually take me with hands tied behind their backs, because in that regard, I want a genuine fight!
It is also no surprise that the time I have been offline has coincided with the 3 day deadline I gave Obama to evacuate the city where American power has its seat... Washington D.C.I wanted, and still want Alaska: I hope it is cold, since I have developed an intolerance for heat.
The time limit has expired, and surprise surprise, nothing has been done.
Which is where I wax academic, a bit:
1) When I left home, it was pursuant to the statement from God, "I have prepared a place for you, says the president of Turkey".
2) It was easy to work out that Turkey would hold appeal for me because that is where the ark of Noah would be, a solid form of proof that biblical events did actually happen... but there was no REASON for me to want to go there, or even desire to live among people whose very alphabet is not the one I am used to... so I was hesitant. RATHER!
3) But the ark settled AFTER the flood, so...well, you know what that would mean...a drenching somewhere, right?[Lets face it, NO One will take the least bit of notice of me till God does something drastic, since I am neither eloquent nor concerned about these things: God promised, and I am looking to Him for all things]
4) THEN God shows me a vision of a flying ark-like thing, and I blurt out, I want ten million dollars to 'BUILD' that thing, which truthfully, did not have two bat-like wings, but just one was visible, the near side one.
(the ten million I found out easily enough... ten women, to counter the 'one in a million' statement about this other chick...yes?)
AND, please note: ark can mean box or... palace, so we are talking 'kingship' here... something like, 'because of these ten women, this guy...me, of course, has decided that, like Galaxar in 'Monsters', "I like this planet, I think I will stay, and rule it", so give IN to me now', kind of thing...
BUT, bible lore says that God waited till Noah had built the ark, and then He had the thing sealed, and THEN there was a flood, so, it takes no brains to realise that, IF this is the same God, and He has decided to make me His own, and is therefore totally biased towards me, then He would wait till I had chosen ten women... and the 'wait' thing is also not that I just go and choose whoever, He had long before given me a subtle guideline, like two years before, where all I knew was that there would be seven and three.
It took a while to work out that this was not seven and three years,[I mean, hello, He said He had added 15 years to my life, so 2011 would mean I had ten left, which caused some confusion with Michelle and The Holy Spirit because I was trying to work myself into THEIR plans...weird, but true] but seven and three women, and fit that with the 'light' burden thing, then it means they would be 'blonde' seven and three women...pretty much because God was letting me know... a person who would blunder about and worry about even the slightest thing in life, or the least load... that He had already mapped out my life for me, and was not going to suddenly grow weary of me.
THEREFORE, I worked out that the reason why there has been no 'progress', no 'rain' [source of the cloud that does not bear water, anyone] is that I have not really found the ten I wanted.
Which seven, which three?
I used everything I knew about me, and lets face it, for me, a truly beautiful woman is one I would have erotic dreams about,[come on, guys masturbate about beautiful women then settle for the mediocre just to get by, but I can not have two standards, especially with The Most High God taking every choice of mine personally, it tends to get tricky deciding on criteria with One who knows that if I just say OK, this one, I will later blame Him for not giving me the heads up later when the obvious things I ignored start surfacing, so I have to stop 'seeking at night what I can not find during the day, and seeking during the day what I can not find at night] and I have since gotten to the point that I can not even have an erection when I am looking at a woman who has something that puts me off, and by that I mean the face.
If even the least thing about the face puts me off, I can not stand the woman, and if I can not stand the woman, I try to distance myself from her, and of course, not only the face but the body has to be superb as well.
Nothing mediocre, and she must speak with her body language straight to my libido without me having to think about it, because if I have to think about it,then no one would really be acceptable to me.
It was therefore easy to figure out which seven I wanted, and these had somehow, also looked to me, and had NOT however, said anything about sex, rather, it had been more a need for protection, or some such thing that made me more than a sex-pistol... I mean lets face it, if a woman approaches you and makes mention of the fact that she wants sex, then you feel slighted, since she seems to want you for the minutes when she is 'hot' but otherwise you would be a nuisance... so the seven were these:
1) Michelle's friend
2)The Dutch girl
3)The Castle girl
4)The girl in the kimono-thing at Long beach
5)The girl who smiled at me at Sunny Cove as she passed by.
6)The girl at the restaurant at Fish Hoek beach
7)The girl in black with the cleft chin and red-lipstick.
Now, I saw the seventh girl a day after I saw that one from Glencairn Heights, the golden-haired one, who as good as said, "lets have sex", and I was NOT really amused, especially as she had an ass which was a bit too large, even for a tall woman, and legs that did not match her. The following day, I had been 'curious about asses", which is maybe when I 'called' this other German-looking dame who still looked at me as if wondering if I was really serious that I was waiting for her to pass. I really wanted to see if her ass was any better, and it was, firm and pleasing to touch.I could live with it.
Which leaves the other three.
These did not really look to me, I just did as I wanted, and so these are,
1) The golden haired one with the driving-instructor. Well, she DID look a bit askance at me as I stopped and looked at her, wanting to see her face. She probably wondered what I was high on.
2) The girl with the diving crew, and the guy with a hand on her ass. I felt that the guy had violated not just her but ME, and she, of course, may not have noticed me, but who cares, I took the time to notice her ass anyway, and it was OK.
Lets face it many people dream of asses like those.
But when it came to the tent woman, I was really stumped. I was thinking I may as well disregard the hair type and settle for the married girl, despite the fact that her speech patterns would, in the course of time, irritate me... I mean, listen to the 'clipped' tones of an English woman, or the fact that their teeth are really...well, not that much to like... uneven and they speak as though they will stop at any minute and ask you for some tissue paper to blow their noses... and well, THOSE nitty-gritties would have set my teeth on edge, and made me feel positively murderous!
SO, today, I am walking to Fish Hoek library, cross the road at the first junction just after the traffic circle, and I ran smack into this woman who is walking into this 'His and Hers clothing shop' on the road to the library, and instantly I am smitten. Shoulder length golden hair, and she has a ring, but on the right hand...whatever that means...AND she has an ass that gave me a feeling I wanted to feel it, and she did not see me at all, and she was wearing these knee length boots, leather, black, and her curves...phew.
Then I knew that I had found the tenth.
seven who looked and three I blindside.
And well, its kind of like in the video game, where I am in control, and everything I say goes, so the question of "choice" for these women, or for any other person, as far as I am concerned, is one that is laughable.
I NEVER negotiate, I always do as I damn well please, and I am not going to change for anyone.
But, of course, that is not ALL the deal, because I like beautiful things, see, and since, as I have noticed that God is very specific, He said that I had fifteen years added on to "my life', which is, one where I am still mixing shoulders with other people, then it 'behooves' me to make sure I get something out of it...and while the ten are nice, I will still get bored after a while, when the novelty has worn off...not that I would not appreciate them, but that as long as there are witnesses around, they may be looking down their collective noses at me, so I will take things that I like that will hurt everyone, like the B2 plane, an F-22, or two, and a Concorde plane for those longer trips. I am thinking of five German chicks, when I go to collect some non-electronic limited BMW M-cars, from M1, M3,[old school Evo, 90's version] and of course the 8-Series.
I hate the Americans, so I will just settle for their cars, like every car imaginable... with the name of an animal...beastly of me yes?
Now it can rain, and well, the people can die, I am ready to go!
There are still three weeks to build my log cabin, which will have to have all the mod-cons of a life of unlimited pleasure, just to bend people's noses in it, and I hope someone says NO, because I really want to have a free-for-all fight, hand to hand, with someone or some many who think they can individually take me with hands tied behind their backs, because in that regard, I want a genuine fight!
