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[Jackstar]

Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:

#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on

... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.

I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!

<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.

KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME

WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)


Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:

ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.

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Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:

I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.

I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.

Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?


How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?

Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.

AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?

NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.

All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.

Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.

(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.

THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?


Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.


Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.

Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.

You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---


YOU, AND YOUR ILK--


but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.

DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.

stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.


4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
THEN
I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.


p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?

What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.

Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.

btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?

(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL


HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.

There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.

(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)




..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).

..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).

..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.

Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.



With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.

RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.


wait.

wait.

hear that?

Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?

inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.

meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.


..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.

Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...

COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.

DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.

DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON

HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.

AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.

BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.

Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!

I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.

"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.


So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.

and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!

WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.

YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.

and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.


.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..


.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..


(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.

I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.

BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.

AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.

AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer


Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!

(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.

AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*

Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?

The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!


that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.

How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"



"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:

SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>


stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.


AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!

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Any questions, Woofsville?

BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE

BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*

{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!


Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.

* WORTHAUGERa teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.

Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.

BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.

(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)



ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!

*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.

(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.


Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---

(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)

LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--

(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)

VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?

HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.

AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.

THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.


STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.

YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?

YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.

YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?

OH. B*SNAP* LOOK,I6'SB LIKEBTHIS:B #1,BB NOBEALS.


#2:BljACK\SPOT/JANE sic (sic) vincent balls.b "?SYNTAX ERROR?"B Fuck you.,

#3: *wigglebwiggle*b GOOD.B SOURCEROUSB DISCIPLEBRES5O43ED.BTOOLBOX. LOL GOOD. JANE, GO RESCUE BYOURVMOTHERAND BEXPLAIN. BLOLB OFB COURSEB SHE'SB CRYING.BUTB FORBTHE BFISTB TIME...BSHE'SB CERYING BWITHBAB OUL.


#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!


#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.



MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY


PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.

THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.

IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.


I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!


AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.


*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.

STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!





JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.

sssssssss


If you only knew how easy it would be to make money with me you would never stop listening TOWER

[Jackstar]

You are all a gang of stupid pusi bitches.
POINT
BLANK
PERIOD.

[AZZERAE]

Who?

[AZZERAE]

If you only knew how easy it would be to make money with me...

Money doesn't matter. And don't get all cut up about me playing pin the tail on the donkey with the Aids issue: you were the one who told me you subsequently gave a guys brother Aids after he stole your personal belongings. Talk about spiteful. You brought this on yourself. And you're not a lawyer, so the spooks who showed up at my door last night in black suits with dark glasses-- were they really meant to frighten me?! Get a grip. I never dreamt you having Aids up out of thin air; I didn't pull that one outta my ass, Jack. In order to give someone Aids surely you had to have had Aids to do so. Unless you're really that effective a magician...which I highly doubt. Are we talking chemical weapons or what here? And how did you transfer the Aids virus to the individual in question if you didn't already have it? Did you have someone HIV+ rape him for you? Is that how you kept your hands clean? Just hypothetically-- if you do have Aids, it doesn't make you any less of a person. I hear its no longer a death sentence. But the truth is you told me something, and I believed you, and either it was bullshit when you said it and you're trying to walk it back now to save face or its true and you're jus living in denial. As far as I know there is no cure. If you have indeed come back with a full blood panel saying you're clean I'm truly happy for you. But it doesn't change the fact that you said you "gave" someone Aids. Am I missing something? Did I misunderstand you? Is this whole thing one big lie, where you trolled me with 5D chess(?) because I wouldn't put it past you. You owe it to me and everyone who caught wind you got Aids to clear this up. I still find it hilarious that you went and got a blood test because of words I wrote on the internet and said with my mouth. Hate me or love me or feel completely indifferent. You fucked up. You created this mess. Its up to you to clear it the fuck up. Are you scared you'll be laughed off the board, or treated like a leper? My impression is you're already a pariah anyway so what's the diffs. You have Aids/you don't. Big fucking deal. What happened with the kid's brother who got Aids after he stole your shit? Set the record straight.

[Jackstar]

you were the one who told me you subsequently gave a guys brother Aids after he stole your personal belongings.

I neither did this nor ever said I did. Is there even any point in talking to you while you're being a pathological liar? Sad, man. Your psychiatrist should be horse-whipped.

the spooks who showed up at my door last night in black suits with dark glasses

Hahaha, did they really roust you? That's sick. They should have given you a good Rogering.

how did you transfer the Aids virus to the individual in question if you didn't already have it?

I never had or gave any virus to anyone!! .STOP!.LYING!..

But the truth is you told me something, and I believed you, and either it was bullshit when you said it and you're trying to walk it back now to save face or its true and you're jus living in denial.

What I told you was, someone who stole from me shortly after discovery, then announced to ‘everyone’ that they were infected. No one ever told me that they were responsible. No one ever said to me that it was done intentionally. I never shed a tear for what happened to that fucker; he was obviously a real weaksauce dick.

.BUT.I.LITERALLY.DO.NOT.KNOW.IF.HE.EVEN.WERE.SICK.
.I.KNOW.HE.WAS.A.FUCKING.THIEF,.THOUGH:
.NOTHING.OF.VALUE.WERE.LOST..

As far as I know there is no cure.

As far as I know, such things are closely guarded mil.spec secrets.

But it doesn't change the fact that you said you "gave" someone Aids. Am I missing something?

.I.LITERALLY.NEVER.SAID.THAT..

Did I misunderstand you?

.KNOW:.YOU.ARROGANT.PUSSY.BITCH..
YOU.KNOW.EXACTLY.WHAT.I.SAID.&
AND.THEN.YOU.LIED.ABOUT.īT!..ASSHOLE!..

You owe it to me and everyone who caught wind you got Aids to clear this up.

*punches you in the face repeatedly* .I.OWE.YOU.NOTHING.LOL.YOU.SPREAD.THE
GODDAM.RUMOUR.WHEN
.YOU.KNEW.īT.WAS.NOT.TRUE!!..DIAF!!..

I still find it hilarious that you went and got a blood testbecause of words I wrote on the internet and said with my mouth.

... *slow, steady blinking* I got a standard STD panel because it was going to start having sex, lol, is that really an unusual thing for people to do in your experience? You really are hut-dwelling mud-savage, /SMDH

Hate me or love me or feel completely indifferent.

Of course, I love you—how can I say no to you, Cherub-Cheeks?

You fucked up. You created this mess. Its up to you to clear it the fuck up.

.OPINIONS.VARY..

You have Aids/you don't. Big fucking deal.

.ACTUALLY.YES.īT.ī§.LīTERALLY.A.BIG.FUCKING.DEAL..

What happened with the kid's brother who got Aids after he stole your shit? Set the record straight.

.I.WOULD.PREFER.TO.NOT.COMMENT
.ON.ONGOING.LITIGATIONS..

[AZZERAE]

Now we're cookin' with gas!

[Jackstar]

Now we're cookin' with gas!

I'm sorry your house burned down.

[AZZERAE]

someone who stole from me shortly after discovery, then announced to ‘everyone’ that they were infected. No one ever told me that they were responsible. No one ever said to me that it was done intentionally. I never shed a tear for what happened to that fucker; he was obviously a real weaksauce dick.

.BUT.I.LITERALLY.DO.NOT.KNOW.IF.HE.EVEN.WERE.SICK.
.I.KNOW.HE.WAS.A.FUCKING.THIEF,.THOUGH:
.NOTHING.OF.VALUE.WERE.LOST..

Now. Was that so hard? Everything that has occurred up till this point has hinged on the aforementioned information being dispersed.

Don't you get it? This has all been one big massive misunderstanding! All because of a breakdown in communication. And for someone so concerned with others not communicating properly, your very undoing has been due to poor communication on your part.

Now that you've told me the whole story we can put to rest the speculation of you ever having had Aids. Sure, the individual in question purportedly contracted Aids from someone (or had contracted it prior) and it became public knowledge shortly after he had committed larceny.

We can now clearly determine without reasonable doubt that your involvement in the transmission of the Aids virus to a third party was indeed untrue. Congratulations! I'm sure you're pleased to rid yourself of that monkey off your back.

.KNOW:.YOU.ARROGANT.PUSSY.BITCH..
YOU.KNOW.EXACTLY.WHAT.I.SAID.&
AND.THEN.YOU.LIED.ABOUT.īT!..ASSHOLE!..

*punches you in the face repeatedly* .I.OWE.YOU.NOTHING.LOL.YOU.SPREAD.THE
GODDAM.RUMOUR.WHEN
.YOU.KNEW.īT.WAS.NOT.TRUE!!..DIAF!!..

Correction: I was not aware that you did not have Aids. And, while its true that I profit off the rumour mill, in this particular case I was only relaying information I knew to be accurate at the time. Why don't you call up ghost Art and hold his feet to the fire about Hale-Bopp if you're so interested in fascist bullshit like silencing those who use their liberties to entertain an audience?

I simply do things from a place of feeling and express ideas, not absolute fact. I am not interested in giving up to the minute accurate detailed analysis on matters from the standpoint that every other half-baked journalist wannabe is. And I know better than to apologise to a narcissist.

... *slow, steady blinking* I got a standard STD panel because it was going to start having sex, lol, is that really an unusual thing for people to do in your experience? You really are hut-dwelling mud-savage, /SMDH

And have you had sex since? I can probably answer that for you. From what you've been yelling into microphones over the past few years about being fucked off and alone I can draw a certain conclusion.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Now. Was that so hard? [...]
Now that you've told me the whole story we can put to rest the speculation of you ever having had Aids.

You obviously know the people involved, and I would imagine that my name has come up several times over the years... because they did not get much from me compared to what they thought they could, and I make no shame about it: fuck that guy and the accomplices, I look like a great person to steal from, I suppose.

I rarely think about it because what I mainly think about is how you started whining about having herpes after you and Chubby Checker trafficked (PROT-?). (Kudos.) By that point I had figured out that the "real" one was long gone and you were all --Bellgab, I"m saying, all of all y'all--about torturing AN ACTUAL BADGED AGENT who I don't know which one was, or if there ever was one, mos def there was someone being an official, however as I was not breaking laws nor engaged in criminal conspiracy... look, it's like this:

IDGAF. EVER SINCE THE FIRST TIME THE THUGGY-PIGGY DEA LAUNCHED A PSYOP TO FRAME ME AND STEAL MY HOUSE, MY PRIORITIES IN LIFE HAVE CHANGED.

oOOH! oooh! JACKSTAR SETS FIRE TO CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS AND BREATHES IN THE OFF-GASSING! CALL HIM A NIGGERFAGGOT AND TAKE IT ALL! PIG-PILE, YEAH!!!"

I hope I am being clear here, crystalline: You people are actual trash.

Congratulations! I'm sure you're pleased to rid yourself of that monkey off your back.
Correction: I was not aware that you did not have Aids.

Disingenuous at beat and a flat-out lie at base assumption. I literally told you this over a dozen time. You're just being a dick as you are frustrated about something and clearly it can't be talked about. I probably wouldn't even care at this point, TBQH.

I don't know if I would celebrate. I take no pleasure in how all of you--ALL OF YOU--have been detected in the proceedings of your many malfeasances, Bellgab. (THEY HAVE ONLY BEEN WATCHING YOU SINCE THE EARLY 2000s FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I DO NOT DOUBT THAT EVERYTHING THAT IS POSSIBLE TO BE HAD, IS HAD.

I know better than to apologize to a narcissist.

I know better than to bother pointing out your deliberate falsehoods, since you are obviously choosing to engage in this kind of sleazy behavior. I imagine you must be very frustrated, however, I frankly don't know what you're worried about having been done and getting caught up for, and I would imagine that your BIG, BIG problem is simply this: that you were caught up at all, and you think it must be that I did something to paint you like a HVT riding a cow jumping over the moon.

I didn't. I don't know what happened. I know that she lied to me, left, came back and was all fucked up, and has been fucked up ever since, and was eventually spirited away after hollering for vaguely-Canadian douchemasters in ill-fitting Deputy uniforms.

I still don't know what happened, I likely never will, and while I doubt details will haunt me forever, I am plagued by one question: .WHAT.DO.YOU.THINK.I.SHOULD.HAVE.DONE.ANY.DIFFERENT?. Because to be honest i do not have much respect for coercive thugs who bully women into trying to frame someone they've been fucking for five years. Couldn't tell me what was going on? That's odd. That's probably because she knew it wouldn't work, but had to do it anyway, and I was obviously going to find out what she didn't want anyone to know:

SECRET FAGGOT HUSBAND
DEA BOUND CHATTEL HOOOOOOR

certainly explains the weird pillow talk. anyway, bummer, but nothing to do with me, until someone convinced The World's Smartest Citrus Fruit that framing me for shit that isn't even unlawful for me was a good idea.

It was not and only a thing veneer of civilization has prevented me from finding this nitwit and dismantling him in front of her and her children--one of whom wasn't a "children" at all but another faggot Fed. Who lives like this? oh, yeah, faggot feds do. I hope they had a nice career because it is fucking over.

And have you had sex since? I can probably answer that for you. From what you've been yelling into microphones over the past few years about being fucked off and alone I can draw a certain conclusion.

I had planned on not bothering until I was able to figure out solid details but after most of a year I recognized that I was just looking like some kind of homosexual weird or something, and as I had been told that I had been having an affair with someone... I started having sex with that person, thus making it quite evident I wasn't doing that before.

It's not likely to continue as this person and I weren't having sex for reasons. I don't now what they are doing now, as I'm pretty sure some sex pred abducted and raped her after he heard that we had a good time. (These people are fucking disgusting, I'm sure you know all about it.)

Now, I am only bothering with these details because I'm already sick of your horseshit. Gaslighting, derision, scorn, nothing new revealed, but plenty of intimations that I have done something wrong.


Allowing your respiration to continue was probably not a workable idea as it seems evident that no thought to a normal circumstance exists for you with me. You seem to think that I belong to you, you're better than me, and have more right to my shit than anyone.

Now, you are a racist bullying thug, but, I had assumed you were not unable to control yourself. But, oops! MK-ULTRA! Yeah, you probably couldn't help yourself.

You could now. I don't require your bellyaching, "ooh, ooh, how dare he, how abs0olutely dare me, omg all i did was conspire with another person AND THEIR VADGE and HOW DARE JACKSTAR MAKE IT NOT WORK OUT FOR ME!!! I WANTED HIS STUFF AND TO SEE HIM CRY AND NOW I HAVE NOTHING AND HE LAUGHS AT MEMEMEM BOHHOHOHO!"a

yadda yadda yadda. look this is legit unexpected. have you regressed to a more youthful form? because you're whining like a pre-pubescent brat. If you didn't want to be slashed open from stems armpits, don't fucking steal from a Titan.

Or anyone. Seriously, you're pathological. don't take it out on me. if it's code I don't understand it; if I am supposed to be envious, I am not; and IDGAF who any of you are fucking. There is only one thing that bothers me:


You could have just told me. Instead, you fucked up an astonishing number of other people's lives and caused untold amounts of trouble and I don't even care; I will get everything back and the price was cheap no matter the cost given that your inability to control your impulses was not really all that evident.

Teach me a lesson, huh? Punish me for fucking a pig? I don't even think the one I liked was police, I don't know how many of her stupid faggot sisters there ever were, but you probably do, the point is that I wouldn't have stolen from you, and in some fashion you demonstrated the notion that I am your cornucopia.


When it happens to you, you will know why, and I will be nowhere in evidence. Maybe you can start punching your latest milksop diksuk in the face repeatedly, that should virtue signal to your peers. And maybe you should, like, get some therapy or something. I didn't need to be stolen from, and you didn't need to steal, but... it was just me and my stuff, so, no big deal to you, lol.


I'm literally going to take one of your kidneys. It's not hard. You'll wake up and that'll be it, you'll miss it. It'll just be so implausible to believe. Or I'll simply remind everyone how it went down: I watched you groom her country bumpkin ass the whole time and she had no choice but to think you were anything legitimate, since, I was obviously not buying her bullshit anymore and she had secret husbands controlling her phone and brainwashing her to think he was me and I was he is literally in the fucking playbook. And after way too many months of this, Christmas with Ball-Grab. You'll always have it.

It was educational. I hope you enjoy all your many benefits, and how are you this fucking dense? It was no accident that negative repercussions have followed. It's a fucking crime, you turbnonigger sperglord, and what's more, it was against me. Do I look like a generous flesh-peddler to you? You probably got cat-fished by some asshole pretending to me and you got the impression that it would be "funny."

Dude, you got played. Do you think I baited you with secret badge women? I honestly didn't know any of you would be that stupid. When I said that I deliberately went to Facebook to find a red-flagged honeypot agent to test my shields and to scout Inner Bellgab, I was not fucking kidding.

THAT WAS HER ROLE IN MY LIFE. There were multiple women, and I'm not sure how that all works, but not everyone was a manipulative greedy self-centered lying thieving bitch, and even if they were, you should have known better than to trifle with Jackstar.


so I'm guessing some kind of magic spell, you fucking retard. maybe you volunteered so you would be relevant when everyone is rounded up. I HAVE NO IDEA, d00D. I do not investigate things. I craft immensely subtle and detailed plans to humiliate my enemies that come to fruition after 30 years of patient observation.

Bitch. Why do I even come here? Well, I guess to get your ID flagged for a deeper investigation because to my way of thinking you should probably have been more grateful. I guess you thought I was here to take advantage or to get revenge or something. It was because I didn't know where else that person was going to be likely to end up and my messages were not getting through BECAUSE YOU AND JEWFATSO ARE TWINNING THE FUCKING INTERNET TO KEEP PEOPLE SEPARATED which is, by the way, the most twisted sick-fuck shit I ever heard of. Get a life, you people.

LIKE YOUR OWN LIFE. I hope they take your Internet privileges away, and haha, I'm sure it's very funny, it's actually very funny what you all have done.

Because it's a sex addiction you can't manage and you're obviously in heavy denial if you don;'t think someone is gonna take steps about it all, one day. You don't even know what I know! You just know it feels good to be snippy with mE!

go back to your whores, I give not one shit about making money with any of you, and if any of you did you wouldn't have deliberately pissed me off while giggling about it. Quick, produce a stick-figure-drawing of forcible oral-copulation, show us how cool it all is when it's me and not anyone.

Probaby David Wilcock is fair game too. Okay, laugh it up, Oompa-Loompa fuzzball. It's only a matter of time.

I don't give a shit where she went. You took multiple major actions and you did it to damage and defraud me for your own profit and amusement and YOU HAVE NOT FIGURED OUT THAT SOME KIND OF AMENDS MIGHT BE A GOOD PLAN? Very shortsighted but even at that I don't know what you could do anyway besides stop being a rapey criminal fuck and then blaming me, wow, is that so hard? Well, pathological lying, sure.

Now, having said that: how about you and Vince go fuck each other to death. You're both worthless and weak and I don't think I'm missing anything. Adieu.