Yet, I do have concerns. More, before the break.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1604035995418394624Actual excitement, quite. It's a relief of my mind to find the final set of reasons that would explain the absurd and inane behavior of otherwise those believe heretofore to be capable of a modicum of good sense.
tl;dr: We're still married. Those other two are proto-tulpas without souls and hardly matter. No wonder they became possessed. Incidentally, vaporizing, still dangerous. Next paragraph.
I'm going to blather and spit at the laptop screen while live and then you can see my laughing at these dipshits in real time. You know what would be cool?
If you had not left me alone for an entire year to die. It certainly didn't help matters any, and this virtue signaling over my brazenly doing what you hide out with seems remarkably ill-timed. Well, in any event, I definitely don't feel like typing it out. Mostly just gonna holler and laugh.
Like... do any of you ever actually investigate anything, or just roll around tough and sneer while confiscating things? I guess a few. One of you should have tried that with me. It would have been endearing. I don't care about what you're investigating, especially since it was all done to deliberately incriminate me, and, you didn't even do that, since... entheogenic use is protected free expression in these United States. For example--this shit is vile. So, sitting around doing nothing but pissing my life away, and I'm not even doing it correctly, or for any good reason, why y'all bluster and huffle-puff about how superserious you are, defending Justice. lol. I'm going to need a few minutes for my head to clear before starting, because at the moment, the collective behavior of Yon Professionals is trite.
The personal enjoyment I have experienced in the course of your struggle to protect the Republic will do nothing to offset the collective losses in esteem of your characters. Even if you score your big win, it would appear that most of you have no need to restrain your contempt for me in any way, which is great, because it really is high school again. Except, I actually got to be elevated, instead of excluded, said the man who has spent the last eight months alone in what was once a den for whores. Again--nice pants.
(I actually don't think there's anything to be done, as nothing is going to recompense me for having to sit around doing nothing while you framed me for more shit. On the bright side, at least you have each other and can probably suck each other off a little while waiting for the bailiff to nod off so you can grab another taste of anything at all, I suppose, to ward off the incipient drowsiness. Since I'm going to pontificate. And I'm going to tell you how in The New Parse-Sovi ET Union, Jackstar set
you up.)
I don't really have to tell you anything, I suppose. I'll pray or something. Honestly, I simply would like TO TAKE THE GARABAGE TO THE FUCKING DUMP. Is this out of bounds? It's not like you're preventing me from my goals. I don't have anyone to invite over here, I don't want to stay here, I have no purpose or role in this scenario, and the entire reason I left those texts and wrote those emails was to alert you to an escalating situation, that you were well aware of and were making it worse through your irresponsible non-actions at critical junctures. I am glad I saw this through as I am sure I helped with something however you treated me as if I were no better than garage that walked and talked and as if I owed you all something. I didn't. I knew you were in pathetic straits and had no other real choice. i had the shielding and the ordainment and a fondness for arrogant thugs, as a nice perk with pacifism is that I am confident I am not going to snap and throw a punch at some walking, talking incubator, striding about on the stone-tiled hospital floors where a bottle of Desoxyn will run you a cool $1,200.
Oh, and how much have you been kicking down for this consultancy? Oh, yeah, that's right, nothing, you just broke the law and hollered, blowhards. I guess shouldn't be so pissy... I mean, I did learn how to find missing eagle feathers and I did see what it looks like when someone couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge proof of life (lol Richard is on the hook for so much shit) and of course I couldn't' just be told you couldn't make it, because then I wouldn't be there to infiltrate whatever hovel you needed me for.
(I never thought you would even do anything and I thought it most likely you were dead. Because inside, you are. When you collect your reward for being so fancy at the right place and the right time, that will be the most I ever thought interesting to you, because of course, I write so goddam fast you have a hard time keeping up. I assume that's the weed talking.)
As there as still been no conversation nor have I had any legitimate sex (both trysts in this fishbowl house were executed in a fashion as to be ultimately disappointing to the voyeurs, I'm relaxed in knowing that, when I was arrested, I had never had the crystal meth that been offered to me in oh-so-sneering fashion by your cunting bitch of a "husband," but now that you've left me in this burnt out amusement park and allowed the local color and constabulary access to me and my environs, and had baby-butler buba tulpa to run off with the truck --3 months. sure, okay, it takes that long, and he hasn't had time to knock over a gas station? Too busy reversing through tall grass, I am sure. Anyway, this really was what you wanted, and frankly, I don't give a rat's ass what I tell anyone from school as they won't be too surprised given your reputation but the real thrill is I'm not even going to bother telling anyone myself. You can do it.
You have been trafficked, Morons. And you fucking deserve it. I'm not guilty, none of this shit you're giving me is something I want, and if you're very, very lucky I won't tell them something that I heard off-handedly about I forget what but it will probably come back to me soon enough: I don't want to hire a lawyer to tell me not to talk about it, I'm just going to put it on YT and then you can do whatever. I really won't care. I knew that she was not going to live if the original plan and gone through--trust me on this, because at this point she's already too much asspain for me to even contemplate -a conversation- so yes, they were going to kill her, you did not warn or alert me to what was occurring at all, and in any event... I would have never trusted you. Loser, you can't even smoke weed. Go get bent. Believe me: I knew when I emailed you to alert you to what was happening, but the notion that you had already done so before I had ever met her is, like, not at all bothersome to me, and I could care less about having two women lie to me at the same time. Like, I don't get it. Oh, right, sex addiction.
Honest to G-d, I have no idea what your problem ever was, except, that you were being fed mind control chemicals and then when you deliberately expressed cruelty and psychotic treatment as punishment for an unknown transgression, well, I guess you set yourself up for that one. Actual retard, I guess. What exactly is it that you do besides make/confiscate money that brings growth to the world? Well, whatever, at least I found out without having to wander around for 25 years kinda puzzled. You really were just like them it would seem.
Kathleen is your sister. MILAB. I don't need this kind of treatment from anyone and I am reminded, once again, that you were lied to about something I did and you've used that story to justify hating on me fiercely... LOL but as long as you don't have to deal with, you know, smegma, rofl. What the fuck is wrong with you? Oh, right. No me. MIKE! Dude, see? You're
weak. Also, I would rather have been with you but she didn't tell me you were alive and apparently very busy smuggling drugs on a teleporting fairy.
I feel a lot better about the state of the house and how I've spent the last year. You are less inspiring than Steve and his Midol. My doll. Couldn't find a counselor to explain your unreasonable hatred? This must be some serious past life shit, because besides enjoying your company and being embarassing and... well, you know... TOTALLY OUTTHINKING YOU AND SETTING YOU UP TO BE A PEDOPHILE RAPEPIMP, WOOOOOOOT, LOL, I don't see what you have to complain about. Are you not entertained? Well, I'm sure you can get coke: you're standing next to a hooker who speaks Spanish.
matt;mike: you actually thought I would be jealous of any of you in this situation? I must be missing something. She doesn't even play chess or smoke pot or know that the boss is a vampire. I just can't even. I didn't even know you were a bounty hunter when I wrote those emails, I thought I was going to get a rise out of Allison, who, by the way, sweety, you're going to prison, count on it, just like you wanted to send me. What is wrong with you people? I did nothing wrong, I"m just smarter than you. And I'm happy to see you, since I'm not crushed with latent guilt. This is one of those past lives that you off yourself on, I guess. Don't worry, I'll suck David off for you when you're dead, and no you can't watch, you are gross. I did mean both of you, read a book for G-d's sake. lol. Relax. I never knew what there is to miss, and the you before you started gobbling speed was who I fell in love with. MILAB KMM.
BURN THE DEA. Just look what they did to you, you--you're a pimpkin. And I figured out why you were calling about your dad, you just wanted to pretend to cry and you thought I would be good to practice on. I'm glad I missed it. You're not the kind of TF Counterpart you thought you were, and I won't bother explaining how it works to you, because you didn't ask and you would just get bored while pontificating.
There really wasn't any EMERGENCY at all, you just made it up (I raped her? huhauhahuh lol) and this is really quite worth it, much better than fucking the castoff whore of a vampire. You didn't listen, no surprise, The Kuczi Advantage is that I don't need to have sex with you. Or anyone. And if she hadn't lied to me when she came back, that time she accused me of having had sex with you and lying about it DURING THE LAST TIME BEFORE SHE LEFT lol she probably was leaving an imprint memory for me to figure out later.
You're a drug dealing pimp and e-whore who sometimes mugs and abducts citizens "just because." Actual fuck off, how pathetic you must think me, that I would aspire to you. I emailed you. You're ridiculous, and you deserved better, but at least you got Sad Fat Lying Bald Fuck Me with "Metastatic Cancer" lol oh yeah and of course you're a drinker. Yeah... next time don't dump me on your bed. You didn't have to do it at all. You were mind controlled by some guy with MDMA in a spray bottle. But at least he didn't look at your ass, oh the horrors. This karma is marvelous. p.s.: she did that to Matt to keep us away from you. p.p.s.: Heidi Rutledge Charm And Finish Him!!! School: no Rainbow Girls, only whores.
(I'm not reporting the truck stolen right now because I'm busy making a new Facebook page to find out hotties who I didn't want to embarrass you in front of, but wow. I guess so.)