First off, I am not saying that I am using this as an excuse for NOT apologising, since 'by' means in place of; - I am actually saying...ah, writing ... I am apologising, and not making any bones about it too.
To a specific someone. Because I realised how wrong I was about her. Yesterday, and how much of an emotional cripple I am. And how I would use any excuse to run away from having to care.
Because when I walked out of the cafe yesterday, her car was still packed across from the British Hotel. I get to the cul-de-sac where the 'Scenic Walk' starts, get my hands on the art-work and she drives by.
Hair gathered carefully back in a braid at the back... revealing her profile (quite attractive actually, OK VERY attractive), and ear rings [umm], but overall the impression was of a woman who had taken pains about her appearance that day, for a specific reason.
Of course, I told myself; it could not have been for me, so when she turned left into the Jubilee Square parking lot, and out again, effectively making a U-turn, I was already out of the place, coz I was certainly NOT interested in having a scene where my fellow compatriots were potential witnesses.
She drove straight past, and it was only then that I got the message.
The woman had been all day there... for me!
So, I am sorry. I would say it to her face, but ... my voice is not conducive to that.
Hey, I do not SELL art because my rough voice would chase away customers. So, this is, by way of apology.
My voice is a bit like Capleton's, and he sounds crazy, while I sound like I am ready for war.
Speaking of which, I am not going to be looking for more women, one, because I did not LOOK for women to begin with, and so, this 'fifteen' women thing is baseless, because I wanted ten, BEFORE my name became the most...feared... on earth.
After which, of course, everybody else becomes an enemy, and we are at all out war, which would be interesting.
Having, by now, a vague idea of WHEN I am leaving... lets say "soon", because not only am I fed up with the South, but I also have nothing really KEEPING me here, but the wait for the women, all ten of them, to make up their minds...grrrh!..., but also, the 'impossible' is about to happen. Before, way before, the US presidential elections get under way, because I SAID what I ...preferred, so, it has to be that way.
Anyway, here is some collection of the crazy Capleton's music, just for a taste of the... acoustics:
To a specific someone. Because I realised how wrong I was about her. Yesterday, and how much of an emotional cripple I am. And how I would use any excuse to run away from having to care.
Because when I walked out of the cafe yesterday, her car was still packed across from the British Hotel. I get to the cul-de-sac where the 'Scenic Walk' starts, get my hands on the art-work and she drives by.
Hair gathered carefully back in a braid at the back... revealing her profile (quite attractive actually, OK VERY attractive), and ear rings [umm], but overall the impression was of a woman who had taken pains about her appearance that day, for a specific reason.
Of course, I told myself; it could not have been for me, so when she turned left into the Jubilee Square parking lot, and out again, effectively making a U-turn, I was already out of the place, coz I was certainly NOT interested in having a scene where my fellow compatriots were potential witnesses.
She drove straight past, and it was only then that I got the message.
The woman had been all day there... for me!
So, I am sorry. I would say it to her face, but ... my voice is not conducive to that.
Hey, I do not SELL art because my rough voice would chase away customers. So, this is, by way of apology.
Speaking of which, I am not going to be looking for more women, one, because I did not LOOK for women to begin with, and so, this 'fifteen' women thing is baseless, because I wanted ten, BEFORE my name became the most...feared... on earth.
After which, of course, everybody else becomes an enemy, and we are at all out war, which would be interesting.
Having, by now, a vague idea of WHEN I am leaving... lets say "soon", because not only am I fed up with the South, but I also have nothing really KEEPING me here, but the wait for the women, all ten of them, to make up their minds...grrrh!..., but also, the 'impossible' is about to happen. Before, way before, the US presidential elections get under way, because I SAID what I ...preferred, so, it has to be that way.
Anyway, here is some collection of the crazy Capleton's music, just for a taste of the... acoustics:
