SPANNER IN THE WORKS..
(begun Saturday 3rd December at 4.45am..)
*Oddness... I've just clicked on the gmail link that always takes me to durbanite.co.za when there's been an update. Only this time I didn't arrive at the Sign-In page, but was given a screen saying Sorry! We're under maintenance. Oh yeah? I see Mac McCarthy aka Miguel posted successfully after 1am our time this morning, so the decision to do 'maintenance' was a last minute idea? *winks...*
Both dogs hit the floor running before 1am, insisting noisily that the borders needed defending.. As it happened the GW was just heading to bed and had heard nothing to warrant any fuss, so he smartly put a damper on their enthusiasm.. By then I was up as well, and when my cellphone rang a minute later at 12.50am I answered... The mystery of the little dog's agitation was solved by Missus B from No. 16, and she wasn't a happy camper at all... She said the family had arrived home near midnight and were all indoors when she'd noticed someone lying by their front gates, and had called their Security Company to come check him out...
They'd watched as the guy had turned on the lone Security guard and he'd had to call for backup, who'd arrived quite smartly but failed to calm the Stoner at all... Then SAPS Sydenham had arrived and the two officers had been treated to a barrage of k-word slurs, before the fellow was finally allowed to stagger off down the Crescent under his own steam... They'd all heard him ranting about a Tamara and a Clint from No. 4 and No. 6 and he'd managed to damage No 16's front gate as well... A neat little theatrical touch, that last, for he didn't clarify whether those two numbers applied to Harris or Garbutt Road... *winks...
An unpleasant bit of mischief, no doubt organised by an unpleasant bunch of people, and once again targeting our loyal CPF Members...
Since the advent of the Sparks Estate Sector forum, our numbers now sit down at a steady thirteen to fourteen regular attendees, and it's these remaining loyalists who appear to be bearing the brunt of some seriously nasty attention. Mr. S over at Everton Road and his agonisingly painful fingers? My Michan Road friend hospitalised with cellulitis? No. 16 having a visitor's vehicle stolen from his driveway, and endless problems with his house alarm? Our once smiling and positive VC, constantly beset by what I'm betting are a string of engineered problems? No. 12 Garbutt Road without power for 6 days, the last time I looked? Need I go on?
Naturally, there'll be those among them with indemnity, and I'd have to number the Coach, the Microwave Boffin, and our Vice Treasurer as all holding some sort of Get Out Of Jail Free card....
Any ideas who could be going after our few remaining members quite so diligently Laz? *looks at the Crumb with interest... Anyone from the Dodge City AmDram Society still sitting in on those brainstorming sessions to see who can come up with the most outrageous scripts?
Or is it now mostly down to the permanently offended Sex Pest and his psychopathic IT Monkey to target their chosen victims? *curious... Does the would-be contender to Barnabas' throne, young Baron Frankson, have any input, or is he too busy seeing that Earl's designated Lieutenants keep the product saturating the Zone?
You guys sure gave me cause to smile when I consider how short-sighted you were when it came to the Toad Wars...*chokes... How I re-wrote the script to have your shadow-hugging characters come out onto centre-stage regularly, to reveal the true nature of their nefarious activities... Oops....
I'm tempted to think that at one time even your Boss, Michael Barnabas, found himself chuckling callously as you squirmed and wriggled in the glare of the spotlight you try so hard to avoid...
Do you whine that I've pegged many of you wrongly, as you continue to dance your double-dealing tango and hope to get away with it?
I see the former Top Knob has to hand himself in to his nearest Station by Sunday at the latest, and I've little doubt you led the cheering on that score... Sanctimonious bloody hypocrisy..*snorts...
If ever there was the ideal Puppet it was Jackie Selebi, hey Schabir? Manipulated and constantly prodded in the right direction, he was always the perfect Patsy... Did he ever get to meet Barnabas personally?
Or were his visits to Durban restricted to being collected by his Pimp, Nayager, and taken straight to the Blue Waters Hotel to choose the Tart of the day? How much would you like to bet that the hotel room allotted to the Police Chief was wired for visuals and sound and that the results are now sitting comfortably in a Leverage file owned by the Druglord?
Once the deal was signed and sealed, and the Zone handed to Barnabas to manage as the kick-off point for the inhumane Wireless/Fibre over Powerlines surveillance project, Selebi began throwing favours and gifts at Dodge City as if his very life depended on it...
Almost overnight it seemed that our ongoing Most Corrupt Station status did a 180 degree turn to become Most Favoured Station in the country, and the subsequently convicted Sex Felon became the darling of the Corrupt.. How many awards did Tracker hand to the One-eyed Pig for his amazing record in the recovery of stolen vehicles? How many of those recovered vehicles were a part of hijackings organised by Nayager himself, in the first place? *chokes...
Organised crime never had it so good as when the Surveillance technology came to the Zone, hey Earl? Get your IT Monkey to punch in the code of the streetlight of choice, and your guys are able to get a fix on the comings and goings at any residence you choose... Fark, what a bonus!! And then to be given access to the telecoms networks on top of that? Sort of made it child's-play to engineer the reign of terror that blankets the Zone, not so?
It's guaranteed that the guys who futilely consider themselves a part of the Good team will squeal like stuck pigs at this point, and insist that once they're given total control over the technology this country will rise like a phoenix from the flames... *falls over snorting...
How irritated they must have been when Karl Muller finally appeared, to cast an enormous spanner in the works..
For up to that point everything had been going perfectly to plan, and the population were terrorised to the point where Big Brother appeared to be the only solution....
What a total bummer when the outspoken Rocket Scientist began pointing out that the technology itself could wipe out or cripple huge numbers of citizens as it carves it's way across the country.. Oh sure, he's concentrating on mast emissions and fallout from cellphones for the moment, but I've every faith that he'll get round to the Surveillance project before long, with a bit of assistance from some unexpected quarters...
You saw how Assange included South Africa as a purchaser of spy technology? Such a small thing fosho, but I'll grab that bloody straw happily, in my rabid efforts to get you to see the light, if it's the last thing I do...
I look at the remarks passed by so many posters on mybroadband and I have to question whether I over-estimated Jannie van Zyl's recruitement efforts..
Have I incorrectly assumed that many of the regulars have been made aware of the nationwide project, when all the while they're oblivious to this killing machine? What did Rudolph and Cara think when I began reporting of the devastating physical effects this much-lauded experiment was having on the labrats down this end? Seriously... Between Mr. van Zyl's smooth assurances and my own incoherent babbling, were they easily persuaded to ignore my shrieks? If I'd had so much as half a brain, could I have saved my friends and neighbours from the ongoing and horrific physical damage they've incurred at the hands of Balliram and his equally criminal colleagues?
What do you think? Hell, I've wasted so much of my 66 years beating myself up for one reason or another.. A nauseating and energy-wasting habit that I'm still struggling to overcome, as I slyly tell myself that my blog would've been shut down years ago, had I made any sense at all, and therefore there was sod-all I could've done differently to protect my friends... See how the survivor instinct kicks in, even for someone of my staggering stupidity? *grins wryly....
How many times has the ex-Chief of Police tried dialling Mo Shaik or Michael Barnabas to beg for their assistance in his hour of need, only to hear that disembodied voice saying the numbers don't exist? *gags... How much does he know, and is he in any way a threat to the criminals running the Project? You couldn't miss the snorts of derision as the Press made mention of his collapse at the verdict, and many of you compared it to the Arms Dealer's Sickie Success...
Alas, your blood-lust is up, and there's little point in suggesting that Selebi's situation is vastly different to that of Mr. Shaik...
That should our Jackie in his desperation, so much as hint at letting the cat out of the bag, odds are that he will be ensconced in a cell that is wired to the maximum, and that one of my Area Controller's counterparts at that Correctional facility will finish the old man off easily, of what will appear to be natural causes.. *yawns..
Colourful imaginitive bullshit? Is that not precisely how the Telecom's Strategist has amiably described my blog for nearly six effing years? You still don't hear the damned bell tolling in the background?
Karl Muller's arrival is an unexpected, and in many cases undeserved gift, and you'd do well to ignore Mr. van Zyl's desperate attempts to trivialize the Rocket Scientist's warnings... As yet the connection between Muller's posts and the Wireless/Fibre over Powerlines project remains unrevealed, and the current fibre cable layers down our way are working with almost indecent haste to further muddy the waters...
My constant whines on the pain and discomfort I endure at the hands of the Sadist next door are NOTHING compared to what is being done to other voiceless innocents via their powerlines, and if you have one shred of decency left, you will stop disrupting the class and pay attention to the Educator, before you too end up sharing my Dunce's cap...
There's a cool wind blowing on this damp grey day, and who knows but that it will bring enlightenment to a couple more of you... *beams.. Peace julle..
---oOo---
Saturday 3rd December 2011 at 10.40am.
Friday, December 02, 2011
MANSLAUGHTER...
(begun Friday 2nd December at 2.35am..)
*As I type today's title, a strange pain hits the side of my neck nearest the kitchen, and affects the fillings on that side as well.. He grows bolder by the day....*
The GameWrecker got in from the shops before dark yesterday. He hadn't been home long when he came through to where I was sitting in front of the TV, and dropped his voice conspiratorially... Say again? I cried shrilly... Still keeping his voice low, he announced that he'd just watched as someone had dropped a young bloke off next door, complete with his luggage, and the gates at the Chickencoop had been opened to swallow him up...*blinks...
The comings and goings at No. 6 have always been of interest to me, simply because they so often affect us directly, but my main interest on this occasion was why my old man was practically whispering his news...
You know as well as I do that the poor dear remains unable to conceive that the Lout infests every corner of our home and is privy to every sound we make, and yet there he was speaking sotto-voice, for all the world carrying on as if Balliram might hear him...*cackles...
The hours preceeding my SO's arrival back from the shops had been astonishingly mischief-free, and even my brief sojourn onto the interwebz had had me checking out mybroadband without the latest blank white screen throwing up.. There'd not been so much as a hint of BackFire either, as I'd sat in my corner of the lounge waiting for the old man's return....
With hindsight, our Controller must have been anticipating his guest's arrival, and was on his best behaviour...
It had been a real stinker here in Durban yesterday and as a result I was so knackered that I took myself to bed to read, even earlier than usual.. I'd finally put the light out at 8.07pm but the extreme humidity had me tossing about sweatily until suddenly, at 9.27pm, I was assailed by fierce earache.. *blinks... Either the truce was over or Balliram's visitor was taking a shower and our Controller had seized the moment to painfully remind me of his ownership... *shrugs.. I muttered aloud furiously and was rewarded with the Throat Tickler frequency instead, and reduced to a dry hacking cough before I was left alone to drift off to sleep..
It was 10pm when a single almighty crack of thunder had me and my two furry companions levitating briefly on Cloud 9 and we'd all three scuttled down the passage to find the GW packing up for the night.. He said the TV screen had broken up and he'd lost the signal moments before, and of course it hadn't restored itself as MultiChoice assure you that it will..*winks...
We'd tried to get the dogs to go out and pee, but by then the rain was bucketing down and they'd declined to oblige... The temperature had mercifully dropped by the time I got back in bed and I was permitted to sleep until about 2am...
By the time I dragged myself out of bed the Creep was waiting for me, and though I'd already made my first coffee, the loud click from the kettle jackpoint made sure I was aware of his presence, and he literally had a wall of BackFire ready for me here in the backroom, where it continues to run at it's peak levels... It must be noted that apart from his Wirelessed nunus kicking in as I moved about the house, I heard no muted Wireless song this morning at all...*eyebrows up...
If you're still awake and paying proper attention, would it surprise you to learn that my old man is currently (!) crippled? That by yesterday he was visibly in distress and says that he will have to visit the GP again? That he's acquired this strange new ache in his calf as if he'd pulled a muscle, and yet he's still on anti-inflammatories for his shoulder? *winks at Balliram... The fun that you and your ilk are enjoying via the use of your newly acquired knowledge of precision frequency attacks is something you can achieve without any fear of reprisals, not so O Yellow-Bellied One?
After all, who in their right mind would ever believe that one human being would deliberately and repeatedly assault another in such a cowardly fashion? I would, but of course my sanity is questionable.. I would even go so far as to say that the Wireless Song that's been running from the enhancer a few yards from where the GW sleeps is the reason my husband is limping so badly, and I guess those of you that have been following will know that this is the truth...
Only now do I vaguely recall blogging in the past of the detrimental affect that particular signal enhancer has had on the GW's well-being, and here we have it back in use, to stunning effect.. *vomits... I guess it was the extremely shifty manner in which he'd quietened down the Wireless song once I'd remarked on it a few days ago, and then it's sudden hasty switch-off as I'd stirred in bed yesterday in the wee hours, that finally had me connecting it to the GW's latest discomfort.. Nailed, you Bastard... *spits...
I'd called my Michan Road friend yesterday afternoon to ask what his symptoms had been prior to his hospitalisation, and he'd said the pain had been in his shin and not his calf... Is there a chance that you recall me writing of the strange and painful shin-cramps that both the GW and I had been subjected to a few years back? As I recall Missus B.Snr had also been afforded similar treatment at the time, and I have absolutely no doubt at all that my Michan Road friend didn't acquire his so-called cellulitis without a great deal of concentrated effort on Balliram's part.. *pukes...
Only consider my hugely swollen elbow which had floored my GP, and the subsequent attack on my wrist, that had my forearm and hand bloated with infection, that again had my doctor baffled, to know that I'm telling the truth.. That last episode had led to the scan on my thumbjoint, revealing that my cartilage had been cooked off and was no more...*gags...
And it now appears to be the GameWrecker's turn to be treated in similar fashion.....
Thanks to the Tutor's arrival on the scene, the precision with which these vile assaults can now be achieved has me agreeing that little harm will probably come to whoever it is that sleeps behind the wall that bears that powerful signal enhancer. If however, it were my child, I would pack my bags and head for the hills immediately, simply because sharing the same roof with one of such murderous intent would be impossible to stomach...
I mentioned a few weeks back that a Death Notice for a lady at No. 12 Garbutt Road had piqued my interest, and I'd wondered aloud whether she'd passed from natural causes.... It turns out that the owner of that property (just two doors up from our Controller's own brother-in-law's home) is very well known to me after all, and that he is a long time member of our CPF..*startled... With that in mind you won't be surprised to hear that today will be the sixth day in a row that he's been without power.. I called him yesterday and established that a Contractor had finally pitched (and wouldn't you know it, but it turned out to be the nefarious Muni-created 3-Core Electrical company HERE), to say the fault lay in a neighbour's property, which they couldn't access.. Bullshit..
That's not the weirdest part either.. When I'd asked No 12 who the Death Notice belonged to, he'd said that he'd had a family of tenants living at the back of his yard and that it was the mother who'd unexpectedly kicked the bucket... As far as he knew she'd had no pre-existing condition, was only 46 years old, and had woken one morning to say she wasn't feeling well, before she was later hospitalised, where a few days later she'd died..*blinks..
Her body is now at Albert Luthuli awaiting a post-mortem, while her husband and two kids have moved in with relatives... I've no doubt at all that were it necessary, the results of her post-morten could be 'adjusted' fairly easily, but I've asked their Landlord to make enquiries nonetheless... The housing between Garbutt and Harris Crescent is so dense that I suspect errors in that section occur frequently, as Balliram zealously employs his ability to access those homes via their powerlines...
Was Mrs. Nelson a victim of the criminal Wireless/Fibre Over Powerline project? Just another statistic whose death will go unnoticed, as the population drop like flies before this onslaught over their powerlines?
Only Balliram will know the real answer to that question, and unless you're a complete plank, you'll know it's pointless expecting anything resembling the truth from that quarter... Why has the deceased's Landlord's power been switched off? Do the PTB fear a repeat performance, and that some other innocent resident will end up on the slab due to a fault on that section of the cable?
Just as the streetlight on Crouch Road that was employed to crippled the Sydenham Heights Rep. went AWOL so soon after such stunning and agonising results were achieved.. That light was off for weeks afterwards, before it was finally attended to, and the similarities between that appalling abuse and the so-far 6 day powercut now being endured by the dead woman's landord, shouldn't be overlooked, should they, Mistuh Spence? *studies the Lord High Superintendent of Electricity for Durban.....
Ahh Balliram - I suspect that this is just the tip of a filthy iceberg, and that your destructive reign of terror has had way more horrific results than just the two victims I've mentioned here. To literally hold the power of life and death over an entire community would explain your stubborn refusal to be reined in, not so? The Project Authors themselves have no problem whatsoever with your murderous behaviour, as long as you don't get caught, and there's very little chance of that happening...
Do you not sometimes wish you could roar out to your witless victims as Rajiv's accomplice Jenaide had done, moments before Veenand Singh was murdered, ' Do you know who the fuck we are, you cunts? (Daily News, Front Page. November 29th).
What a thrill to be able to bellow that out seconds before you flooded your victims with the most devastating frequency at your fingertips, hey Master? Hyperbole? Moi? I wish... *sighs..
Peace..
---oOo---
Friday 2nd December 2011 at 11.21am.
(begun Friday 2nd December at 2.35am..)
*As I type today's title, a strange pain hits the side of my neck nearest the kitchen, and affects the fillings on that side as well.. He grows bolder by the day....*
The GameWrecker got in from the shops before dark yesterday. He hadn't been home long when he came through to where I was sitting in front of the TV, and dropped his voice conspiratorially... Say again? I cried shrilly... Still keeping his voice low, he announced that he'd just watched as someone had dropped a young bloke off next door, complete with his luggage, and the gates at the Chickencoop had been opened to swallow him up...*blinks...
The comings and goings at No. 6 have always been of interest to me, simply because they so often affect us directly, but my main interest on this occasion was why my old man was practically whispering his news...
You know as well as I do that the poor dear remains unable to conceive that the Lout infests every corner of our home and is privy to every sound we make, and yet there he was speaking sotto-voice, for all the world carrying on as if Balliram might hear him...*cackles...
The hours preceeding my SO's arrival back from the shops had been astonishingly mischief-free, and even my brief sojourn onto the interwebz had had me checking out mybroadband without the latest blank white screen throwing up.. There'd not been so much as a hint of BackFire either, as I'd sat in my corner of the lounge waiting for the old man's return....
With hindsight, our Controller must have been anticipating his guest's arrival, and was on his best behaviour...
It had been a real stinker here in Durban yesterday and as a result I was so knackered that I took myself to bed to read, even earlier than usual.. I'd finally put the light out at 8.07pm but the extreme humidity had me tossing about sweatily until suddenly, at 9.27pm, I was assailed by fierce earache.. *blinks... Either the truce was over or Balliram's visitor was taking a shower and our Controller had seized the moment to painfully remind me of his ownership... *shrugs.. I muttered aloud furiously and was rewarded with the Throat Tickler frequency instead, and reduced to a dry hacking cough before I was left alone to drift off to sleep..
It was 10pm when a single almighty crack of thunder had me and my two furry companions levitating briefly on Cloud 9 and we'd all three scuttled down the passage to find the GW packing up for the night.. He said the TV screen had broken up and he'd lost the signal moments before, and of course it hadn't restored itself as MultiChoice assure you that it will..*winks...
We'd tried to get the dogs to go out and pee, but by then the rain was bucketing down and they'd declined to oblige... The temperature had mercifully dropped by the time I got back in bed and I was permitted to sleep until about 2am...
By the time I dragged myself out of bed the Creep was waiting for me, and though I'd already made my first coffee, the loud click from the kettle jackpoint made sure I was aware of his presence, and he literally had a wall of BackFire ready for me here in the backroom, where it continues to run at it's peak levels... It must be noted that apart from his Wirelessed nunus kicking in as I moved about the house, I heard no muted Wireless song this morning at all...*eyebrows up...
If you're still awake and paying proper attention, would it surprise you to learn that my old man is currently (!) crippled? That by yesterday he was visibly in distress and says that he will have to visit the GP again? That he's acquired this strange new ache in his calf as if he'd pulled a muscle, and yet he's still on anti-inflammatories for his shoulder? *winks at Balliram... The fun that you and your ilk are enjoying via the use of your newly acquired knowledge of precision frequency attacks is something you can achieve without any fear of reprisals, not so O Yellow-Bellied One?
After all, who in their right mind would ever believe that one human being would deliberately and repeatedly assault another in such a cowardly fashion? I would, but of course my sanity is questionable.. I would even go so far as to say that the Wireless Song that's been running from the enhancer a few yards from where the GW sleeps is the reason my husband is limping so badly, and I guess those of you that have been following will know that this is the truth...
Only now do I vaguely recall blogging in the past of the detrimental affect that particular signal enhancer has had on the GW's well-being, and here we have it back in use, to stunning effect.. *vomits... I guess it was the extremely shifty manner in which he'd quietened down the Wireless song once I'd remarked on it a few days ago, and then it's sudden hasty switch-off as I'd stirred in bed yesterday in the wee hours, that finally had me connecting it to the GW's latest discomfort.. Nailed, you Bastard... *spits...
I'd called my Michan Road friend yesterday afternoon to ask what his symptoms had been prior to his hospitalisation, and he'd said the pain had been in his shin and not his calf... Is there a chance that you recall me writing of the strange and painful shin-cramps that both the GW and I had been subjected to a few years back? As I recall Missus B.Snr had also been afforded similar treatment at the time, and I have absolutely no doubt at all that my Michan Road friend didn't acquire his so-called cellulitis without a great deal of concentrated effort on Balliram's part.. *pukes...
Only consider my hugely swollen elbow which had floored my GP, and the subsequent attack on my wrist, that had my forearm and hand bloated with infection, that again had my doctor baffled, to know that I'm telling the truth.. That last episode had led to the scan on my thumbjoint, revealing that my cartilage had been cooked off and was no more...*gags...
And it now appears to be the GameWrecker's turn to be treated in similar fashion.....
Thanks to the Tutor's arrival on the scene, the precision with which these vile assaults can now be achieved has me agreeing that little harm will probably come to whoever it is that sleeps behind the wall that bears that powerful signal enhancer. If however, it were my child, I would pack my bags and head for the hills immediately, simply because sharing the same roof with one of such murderous intent would be impossible to stomach...
I mentioned a few weeks back that a Death Notice for a lady at No. 12 Garbutt Road had piqued my interest, and I'd wondered aloud whether she'd passed from natural causes.... It turns out that the owner of that property (just two doors up from our Controller's own brother-in-law's home) is very well known to me after all, and that he is a long time member of our CPF..*startled... With that in mind you won't be surprised to hear that today will be the sixth day in a row that he's been without power.. I called him yesterday and established that a Contractor had finally pitched (and wouldn't you know it, but it turned out to be the nefarious Muni-created 3-Core Electrical company HERE), to say the fault lay in a neighbour's property, which they couldn't access.. Bullshit..
That's not the weirdest part either.. When I'd asked No 12 who the Death Notice belonged to, he'd said that he'd had a family of tenants living at the back of his yard and that it was the mother who'd unexpectedly kicked the bucket... As far as he knew she'd had no pre-existing condition, was only 46 years old, and had woken one morning to say she wasn't feeling well, before she was later hospitalised, where a few days later she'd died..*blinks..
Her body is now at Albert Luthuli awaiting a post-mortem, while her husband and two kids have moved in with relatives... I've no doubt at all that were it necessary, the results of her post-morten could be 'adjusted' fairly easily, but I've asked their Landlord to make enquiries nonetheless... The housing between Garbutt and Harris Crescent is so dense that I suspect errors in that section occur frequently, as Balliram zealously employs his ability to access those homes via their powerlines...
Was Mrs. Nelson a victim of the criminal Wireless/Fibre Over Powerline project? Just another statistic whose death will go unnoticed, as the population drop like flies before this onslaught over their powerlines?
Only Balliram will know the real answer to that question, and unless you're a complete plank, you'll know it's pointless expecting anything resembling the truth from that quarter... Why has the deceased's Landlord's power been switched off? Do the PTB fear a repeat performance, and that some other innocent resident will end up on the slab due to a fault on that section of the cable?
Just as the streetlight on Crouch Road that was employed to crippled the Sydenham Heights Rep. went AWOL so soon after such stunning and agonising results were achieved.. That light was off for weeks afterwards, before it was finally attended to, and the similarities between that appalling abuse and the so-far 6 day powercut now being endured by the dead woman's landord, shouldn't be overlooked, should they, Mistuh Spence? *studies the Lord High Superintendent of Electricity for Durban.....
Ahh Balliram - I suspect that this is just the tip of a filthy iceberg, and that your destructive reign of terror has had way more horrific results than just the two victims I've mentioned here. To literally hold the power of life and death over an entire community would explain your stubborn refusal to be reined in, not so? The Project Authors themselves have no problem whatsoever with your murderous behaviour, as long as you don't get caught, and there's very little chance of that happening...
Do you not sometimes wish you could roar out to your witless victims as Rajiv's accomplice Jenaide had done, moments before Veenand Singh was murdered, ' Do you know who the fuck we are, you cunts? (Daily News, Front Page. November 29th).
What a thrill to be able to bellow that out seconds before you flooded your victims with the most devastating frequency at your fingertips, hey Master? Hyperbole? Moi? I wish... *sighs..
Peace..
---oOo---
Friday 2nd December 2011 at 11.21am.
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