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It's Gone !!!
(https://i.postimg.cc/wTF0Z2p2/rrubiinii.gif)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PntDI9QKqx0
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It's Gone !!!
(https://i.postimg.cc/wTF0Z2p2/rrubiinii.gif)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PntDI9QKqx0
Whenever it gets too hot he just burns the place down and runs laughing into the night.
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I thought Rubinigab died a long time ago? Are you talking about bellgabsucks.com?
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I thought Rubinigab died a long time ago? Are you talking about bellgabsucks.com?
Rubinigab with the red hell Phantasm background was gone in March.
Bellgabsucks with the black as night background was buried last month.
Does it matter when everything he touches turns to shit?
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https://youtu.be/xeRFfyD72dE
That bit of intel probably violates the Prime Directive in my dimension, but it may prove helpful for the struggle in this one. Damn the torpedoes!
-COL Manly
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Rubinigab with the red hell Phantasm background was gone in March.
Bellgabsucks with the black as night background was buried last month.
Does it matter when everything he touches turns to shit?
Is he officially done with the whole universe of Art Bell? Off to set up some other venture that has nothing to do with podcasting, Jackstar, Art Bell or young Stolp?
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Is he officially done with the whole universe of Art Bell? Off to set up some other venture that has nothing to do with podcasting, Jackstar, Art Bell or young Stolp?
He will run madly off in all directions, suggested once to resurrect his podcast and run the boards himself,
but for now cyberstalking whoever happens to be at hand, such as Richard Groyper recently
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mW7lCWFayL8
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTzQ_lwiYps
Bring it, fucker! :P
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Bellbook coughs up something interesting!
It's no conspiracy. Legacy of late-night radio legend Art Bell is at stake in NJ lawsuit
What’s unfolding in a New Jersey court might confound even the late-night radio legend and king of conspiracies Art Bell.
In one corner is David Rubini, a fast-talking on-air talent with a Texas twang, who styles himself a former protégé of Bell’s and his disciple on the radio mic.
Rubini’s nemesis, Michael Marshalek of Hoboken, is a conspiracy-radio fan turned anti-face-mask crusader. Of late, he faces charges for allegedly holding his 5-year-old son captive during a police standoff over COVID restrictions.
Oh lord. Of course, some paranoid dingdong. There is also a lovely photo of the Commander in his studio.
https://www.njherald.com/story/news/2021/05/06/art-bell-midnight-in-the-desert-dark-matter-archives-conspiracy-radio-nj-lawsuit/7217471002/?fbclid=IwAR2OSHFDfuaVGbQcZqkwYdYz3DDMgX2ZM4wpNJc1DcrTtlKfqonE55AaNpM (https://www.njherald.com/story/news/2021/05/06/art-bell-midnight-in-the-desert-dark-matter-archives-conspiracy-radio-nj-lawsuit/7217471002/?fbclid=IwAR2OSHFDfuaVGbQcZqkwYdYz3DDMgX2ZM4wpNJc1DcrTtlKfqonE55AaNpM)
Thanks, horsey.
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Nary a mention of the cuckshed or Irene/Erin
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It's Gone !!!
I can't even begin to tell you how bullshit this whole fucking thing was.
To wit:
1) I'm not a stalker. Stalking, as defined in most civilized legal distinctions, consists of repeated, unwanted and/or harassing contact with a person who has deliberately and legitimately indicated a refusal to engage in any such contact.
I, Prince Emper0r D0ct0r Mack S0urcer0r, have never engaged in such conduct, and certainly neither have I done so by any other name throughout all of recent Human history. Kuczi does not stalk... he waits. So, enough of this trash talk. Why the relentless tide of black P.R. spam? Oh, right, character assassination hit contract. Cool. What can I say? Adorable. Now, lose the revenge porn.
2) That was a picture of me, as a baby, with my wee little (BLANK) hanging out. Then, I took it down, and put up a censored version. Then, predictably, people went completely apeshit.
That's too bad.
I own the rights to that photo-I have it right here, fifty bucks gets you a signed copy-and I see nothing wrong with having posted it, nor do I see anything wrong with anyone losing their biscuits over it.
I am that pretty, after all.
However, concerns about any supposed penchant for felonious molestation or exploitation of minor children on my own part are categorically, undeniably, FALSE. Eewww, sex with children? It's bad enough just being near them when they fart. Count me out. Hard pass.
That being said, if I feel like posting pictures of myself as a baby that other people are gonna spooge over... well, what can I say? That's simply not my area. Go nuts. Whatever. It's out there, right? What do you care if I posted it or not? IT IS I, JACKSTAR, SCION OF A CRIMSON ATHLETE, and I'll show you my G-dblessed naked baby ass if I want to. You know what? Sue me, fuck-0, and fuck your lawyer on the way down to City Hall, because they'll all want a turn down there too.
3) How was I the mothafuckin' star attraction to this whole fuckin' bullshit faux-message-board-bingo, anyway? No one consulted me. What the ACTUAL fuck. What was plan B? I saw like six waves of black P.R., mushrooming out of the aether like bile from Fukushima, and right there at the apex, jackstar, jackstar, JACKSTAR.
Then dickless had to shut down the protection grid, and oh boy, great, here we all are. All y'all comfy? Cool beans. JUST FUCKING SHOOT ME BLIND.
Okay, so, yeah: not gonna lie. Flattered. Still, though. Da fuck? I suppose there were reasons to light me up first thing, but honestly, I think it would have been better to spare me for reserve closing, as I don't know who you were gonna run game on next, but clearly, the game has changed. (I guess End Times will do that.)
I'm just out of TDP (Thunderdome Protocol) Phase III(b) and I'm still getting some bearings done. Hitting the ground running is not my strong suit. Breaking ground while running a hit isn't either... but I am willing to learn. Meanwhile, my contacts list is a mess. I'm getting conspiracy-laden HTML-heavy mail from like ten years ago from rogue A.I. that never... ever stops.
In short, someone fucked up. Bad.
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I can't even begin to tell you how [...] In short, someone fucked up. Bad.
First it was Australia, now it's Iceland. My travel agent needs to be strung up by their thumbs. /seething
Having said that: TDP is best protocol—and, remains best protocol. Who takes care of you, Baby? You're beautiful.
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A fool is an English dessert made by folding pureed stewed fruit into a sweet custard. Modern recipes often skip the custard and use whipped cream.
A flavouring agent such as rose water may also be added. The American version is called a Roubini.
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You people are fucking mean. Why is there no Tumblr page to warn people about your vile and foulish machinations? Sad!
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https://youtu.be/U5R-_O5NB2A
He won't even tell me whether it was any good or not. ;(
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He won't even tell me whether it was any good or not. ;(
Pardon me... do you have any Gray Poupon? My lobster, bison ribeye, charcuterie d'savory, produce cart, and $173 bottle of legit French absinthe are lonely and could use a third fair pairing. (Does The Quincunx... pair? That seems so odd, amirite? Because, you know... odd. Because, you know... five. Because, you know... five. Because, you know... prime. Because, you know... Amazon Prime. Because, you know... Volga Prime. Wait, what am I saying, not only is this A Planet Of Goldfish... this is A Planet Of Punyling Goldfish. Do You People even discriminate based on the ability to distinguish A Master Number from An Amazon Prime Number from a (REDACTED) codejack highcode phraseplug? (Probably not, I'm still holding a patent or twelve.) Was that even a Q? Maybe you can have that question ready to go after your next break, Announcer.) As an aside: TEDIOUS WYRMS.
Maybe you can get your KnicKers out of TwYst, you dumb son of a KYTCH. (hi Keith! I fucked your mom last night... in her diary, Asshole.)
https://youtu.be/ryUiqr0Uaxc?t=808 (https://youtu.be/ryUiqr0Uaxc?t=SHINESPUTCHON)
Go on. Knock it off. Do a little Irish jig. It's cool. No hard feelings! None the worse for wear! Can I borrow that top? It's cool, my Content Overseer Logistics Provider Co-Ordinator checked it off on my app—it's point release update platform version Fleegix Twenty-Bux-Six, and you know what means, motherfucka... Alphabet loves Blue Pimp's boots. Shoes. Whichever.
You're going to need a bigger boat. Too bad I fucked The Isostasy Variable already. Good luck. Think of it as a puzzle. Well, this had puzzles in it. You love puzzles, right? You wanna marry puzzles and have little puzzle children, right? ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS PUZZLES, RIGHT?
Well, all I care about are correcting people who misspell, and misspelling "pussy" seems like a MY-T-FYN place to... start? Wait, what?
Commencement.mp3
sure to turn Lars green.
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An operative of S.M.E.R.S.H. is in front of my house, making a false police report against him/herself, right now.
Heh, heh. What a maroon.
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An operative of S.M.E.R.S.H. is in front of my house, making a false police report against him/herself, right now.
SEX3115
Heh, heh. What a maroon.
Hello, is this the police? My mommy told me to call and report that there's been a kidnapping of Penelope Kitstop. No, wait it's, Persephone, Penelope's right here... oh, wait, no, she just drove off. she's fine I'm fine everybody's fine thanks for asking.
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An operative of S.M.E.R.S.H.
4 out of 5 dentists agree: One of the three amigos wasn't very “amigo-ey.” and the fifth dentist is some kind of fruit, so we can ignore that opinion just assume that it's 100%.
S.M.E.R.S.H. involvement confirmed.
This is exciting, isn't it? Well, it is for me, I know this is all old hat for you f******, but try and give me a little bit of support and encouragement, this is my first time I'm a virgin I'm new here I don't know what's going on how are you who are you You seem cool
F****** tedious s***
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Is this someone's idea of a joke?
(https://i.postimg.cc/8zV1dsBT/Mr-Mojo-rising.png) (https://postimg.cc/gnNFmzT7)
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Apparently David "The Rube" Rubini has now teamed up with a sophisticated and eloquent partner, that of LB "Elle Bee"
for another KICK AT THE CAN!
https://rubinigab.com/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOkSvLqkafU
He can never resist playing a TROLL
(https://i.postimg.cc/QCs65HSB/Rubini-Gab.png) (https://postimg.cc/2bcFNjsm)
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Apparently David "The Rube" Rubini has now teamed up with a sophisticated and eloquent partner, that of LB "Elle Bee"
for another KICK AT THE CAN!
https://rubinigab.com/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOkSvLqkafU
He can never resist playing a TROLL
(https://i.postimg.cc/QCs65HSB/Rubini-Gab.png) (https://postimg.cc/2bcFNjsm)
Pray he doesn't assault her!
So long and thanks for all the absinthe.
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Apparently David "The Rube" Rubini has now teamed up with a sophisticated and eloquent partner, that of LB "Elle Bee"
for another KICK AT THE CAN!
https://rubinigab.com/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOkSvLqkafU
He can never resist playing a TROLL
(https://i.postimg.cc/QCs65HSB/Rubini-Gab.png) (https://postimg.cc/2bcFNjsm)
MV = so arrogant = such a lil weasle = him n cheffy = they are jelly 2 the max... just like azzy
what's up w/ BG alumni all being arrogant, scared, meanspirited puzzay's? and bisexual / tranny-friendly ?
LOL
This is classic Rubini.
When the mask is down, his twisted smile shines through, as he trashes those around him.
And with feigned little boy innocence, he wonders why?
Who among us isn't worthy of redemption?
(https://i.postimg.cc/DZwZYwmH/TROLL.png) (https://postimg.cc/Z9X4WZ8x)
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I just logged into RubiniGab with my credentials from Ballgrab.com
Try it and see!
Only wizards can perform such wonderment, or those laying pitfalls for the rest of us.
(https://i.postimg.cc/mkyfCQyH/Pitfall.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Two dollars. Plus tip. *click*
cheap b******
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what's up w/ BG alumni all being arrogant, scared, meanspirited puzzay's? and bisexual / tranny-friendly ?
Of course RubiniGab supporters must be humble, fearless, openhearted real men and women - straight as arrows and hardly rainbow friendly.
Here's one now, All Outta Bubblegum
https://youtu.be/cTRfZ9aF13Y
He has a friendly suggestion to the administaters (sic)
It might be neat if there was a contest to see which thread gets the most views every month. I don't know what the prizewould be though.
Maybe a one way ass kicking to EllGab
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Ask Lillith Everything / Rubini = out trolled the trolls in the end!
« Last post by DavidRubini on July 06, 2021, 10:43:06 PM »
Lilith is a old fraud that poked at Heather and Art and Senda = a joke
Rubini = out trolled the trolls in the end!
I LAUGH!
Why does he always insist on building things up and then tearing them down, alienating and bum-rushing everyone in the process? There is something seriously perverse about this boy.
(https://i.postimg.cc/gkyjb7Fd/Rubini-Gab.png) (https://postimg.cc/Vd6mjDkH)
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Is Rubini about to start populating his Gab nest with sock puppets the way he did on old BellGabSucks?
Or are we dealing with something more insidious?
(https://i.postimg.cc/pdQ6tQw0/RG.png) (https://postimg.cc/Z9Rc8NK3)
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Interesting developments. Perhaps LB has salvaged something.
(https://i.postimg.cc/LsT3DmgX/RG2.png) (https://postimg.cc/5HXzNd3d)
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Perhaps LB has salvaged something.
Krazy bitches hooking up with Rubini
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Krazy bitches hooking up with Rubini
Rubini has been wooing Connective Tissue and LB for awhile now.
LB has succumbed to a partnership, but Rubini is the crazy one.
Crazy like a fox, or just crazy/unstable half the time?
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just crazy/unstable half the time?
Try some peanuts. They'll help.
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Interesting developments. Perhaps LB has salvaged something.
(https://i.postimg.cc/LsT3DmgX/RG2.png) (https://postimg.cc/5HXzNd3d)
YouTube channel "Pandora"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICAPeDVen2s
L B: Rubini went a little nuts when Richard made fun of baby RubiniGab
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YouTube channel "Pandora"
Well, there goes the neighborhood.
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L B: Rubini went a little nuts when Richard made fun of baby RubiniGab
https://youtu.be/tJAjDFdcWRc
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Here's to the good old days when Rubini was shitposting with a firehose
(https://i.postimg.cc/htLXQRGt/DVR.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/VJNf2TMx)
(https://i.postimg.cc/MGZ1WpYS/DVR2.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/75c59Dcs)
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https://youtu.be/tJAjDFdcWRc
(https://i.postimg.cc/Xvc37LGs/LB-ranch-dressing.jpg)
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I'm lost as usual. So what is the deal? Rubini, Metron and theOne have formed some sort of Pact of Steel at a rejuvenated RubiniGab?
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I'm lost as usual. So what is the deal? Rubini, Metron and theOne have formed some sort of Pact of Steel at a rejuvenated RubiniGab?
Rubini wears many Yarmulkes LOL
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Rubini, Metron and theOne
Well, I'm Kaiser Hearsay, sew, a needle pulling thread pulling them.
It's basically exactly like that scene in Poltergeist, at the end—for my money it's more work than Keep It Simple Cinders (Pat. Pend.), but when you got to keep the frame structure intact it's the way to go—except it's all the bad spooks, not ANY of the good ones. Congratulations, gang. You saved your Earth. Have a nice day. Good luck telling black from white at the next zebra crossing.
Meanwhile, I have to go put a steak in the leader of the vampires now, I actually don't have to, this is just a Royal command performance dry run, but it's actually traditional and I really could use a good steak.
And so could some other bad b****. Late
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I'm lost as usual. So what is the deal? Rubini, Metron and theOne have formed some sort of Pact of Steel at a rejuvenated RubiniGab?
Rubini's baby, RubiniGab, that he conceived with Elle Bee, who must have done most of the work, is a pathetic case.
The thing called RubiniGab is not a real forum, but a vanity project, as so many projects of his before this.
It is essentially an extension of Rubini's ego with all the grandiose and paranoid tentacles enflamed.
Does anyone really believe that Metron is posting on RubiniGab?
Richard Groyper was played, purgatoried and punked.
Dr. MDMD on RubiniGab? Give me a break.
Even the others, including Elle Bee Rubini, are IMO the old Rube himself.
It is all an illusion, something a narcissist like this refers to as #RubiniMagick.
(https://i.postimg.cc/KzYGvRjt/RG.png) (https://postimg.cc/xkWD6jKd)
(https://i.postimg.cc/ZKNTRkbs/RG2.png) (https://postimages.org/)
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Rubini wears many Yarmulkes LOL
LOL!
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Here's to the good old days when Rubini was shitposting with a firehose
(https://i.postimg.cc/htLXQRGt/DVR.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/VJNf2TMx)
(https://i.postimg.cc/MGZ1WpYS/DVR2.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/75c59Dcs)
(https://i.ibb.co/6y7RYVy/semaphore.gif)
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(https://i.postimg.cc/vmPsNQXB/Baby.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Baby RubiniGab - always a quandary, do we pray for the little bastard or put it out of its godforsaken misery?
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Lest we forget
https://youtu.be/mW7lCWFayL8
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(https://i.ibb.co/6y7RYVy/semaphore.gif)
Qu'est-ce que c'est ça et pourquoi, s'il vous plaît?
http://mysite.du.edu/%7Ejcalvert/railway/semaphor/semhist.htm
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do we pray for the little bastard or put it out of its godforsaken misery?
Try some peanuts. They'll help.
Advice also applies to flying elephants.
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Advice also applies to flying elephants.
(https://i.postimg.cc/cC5H5crb/Fish.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Electric peanuts are utilized for defense, hunting, communication and navigation.
They can be deadly; they can also be delicious.
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Rubini's baby, RubiniGab, that he conceived with Elle Bee, who must have done most of the work, is a pathetic case.
The thing called RubiniGab is not a real forum, but a vanity project, as so many projects of his before this.
It is essentially an extension of Rubini's ego with all the grandiose and paranoid tentacles enflamed.
Does anyone really believe that Metron is posting on RubiniGab?
Richard Groyper was played, purgatoried and punked.
Dr. MDMD on RubiniGab? Give me a break.
Even the others, including Elle Bee Rubini, are IMO the old Rube himself.
It is all an illusion, something a narcissist like this refers to as #RubiniMagick.
(https://i.postimg.cc/KzYGvRjt/RG.png) (https://postimg.cc/xkWD6jKd)
(https://i.postimg.cc/ZKNTRkbs/RG2.png) (https://postimages.org/)
Newest members: Zaza! KSM32!
Old BellGab.com (2003-2020) GeorgeNorrySucks.com / Re: #PrepareForBATTLE
« Last post by ZaZa on Today at 04:36:15 AM »
COMMANDER! Ya Called?
Reporting for duty sir!
Let's tear shit UP!
(https://i.postimg.cc/52qGxbCq/Goodfellas.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
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Newest members: Zaza! KSM32!
And OptiMystic! Nooooo ...
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And OptiMystic! Nooooo ...
i was played, punked, and bamboozled! curse you, Jewbini!
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"BART ELL" had now registered LOL
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jesus fuck! "MV" is now a member! what is happening?
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And OptiMystic! Nooooo ...
Excuse me??!!! :o I DON'T THINK SO!!! >:( I have a hunch I'm not the only one whose new membership is fake.
There's a lot of that shit going around these days. Have you noticed?
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Excuse me??!!! :o I DON'T THINK SO!!! >:( I have a hunch I'm not the only one whose new membership is fake.
There's a lot of that shit going around these days.
As a courtesy, I've decided to check in with you all here instead of checking in with my wife first—I already handled my punch card.
Have you noticed?
I AM LEGEND.
I AM LEGION.
I AM... THIRSTY
J^°
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does anyone have a link to rubinigab? lol :D
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jesus fuck! "MV" is now a member! what is happening?
I thought about resurrecting one without the other, but then... who's going to answer the phones while they're both busy sucking my cock? I'm not hiring another secretary, even at 77% discount.
Welcome back. Sup. Brush your hands. Push your teeth. Get good washes.
does anyone have a link to rubinigab? lol :D
I'm contractually obligated to say that this doesn't look like anything to me, but this morning... I just signed an expand.
I'm thinking of an eyewash station that can handle 10 eyes and 12 fingers. No, don't ask why.
And don't try butt dry. *snap*
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Qu'est-ce que c'est ça et pourquoi, s'il vous plaît?
http://mysite.du.edu/%7Ejcalvert/railway/semaphor/semhist.htm
That is your function; every time Rubini farts you catch it in a little balloon and dash over here to waft it in our nostrils.
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f6/95/5c/f6955cd5192f76171895fbb74af93e48.gif)
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...Kaiser Hearsay...
(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/a0e4af17-4218-42a6-bb0d-8aa7799a56b3/d8cxmkb-f15a936f-5348-44cb-9b08-ed6801079006.jpg/v1/fill/w_1002,h_797,q_75,strp/kaiser_soze_by_dickens_art-d8cxmkb.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi9hMGU0YWYxNy00MjE4LTQyYTYtYmIwZC04YWE3Nzk5YTU2YjMvZDhjeG1rYi1mMTVhOTM2Zi01MzQ4LTQ0Y2ItOWIwOC1lZDY4MDEwNzkwMDYuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMDIiLCJoZWlnaHQiOiI8PTc5NyJ9XV19.i3gc9zihR7_e9EPzcwkayq6gGvYKgQTsNlyS2Ql_hns)
*apple sauce*
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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*apple sauce*
It is an older Code.
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Excuse me??!!! :o I DON'T THINK SO!!! >:( I have a hunch I'm not the only one whose new membership is fake.
There's a lot of that shit going around these days. Have you noticed?
None of the memberships on RubiniGab are real.
However, he did have some nice things to say about Opti:
Opti will in some ways be more finesse than Liquid. Experience.
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does anyone have a link to rubinigab? lol :D
Everyone has a link to RubiniGab.com.
But be sure to use a VPN if you go there.
Scroll to the bottom and click View the most recent posts on the forum.
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That is your function; every time Rubini farts you catch it in a little balloon and dash over here to waft it in our nostrils.
No more bouquets for you.
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But be sure to use a VPN if you go there.
“Protection Grids, $5! Only $5! Get your protection grids here! ginuwine guaranteed American made psychlokinetic shielding, every grid sold at $5b gets you free installation and a complementary demonstration on how to kiss your wife! Act now!”
“Instruction manual? That will be 5 trillion dollars. Per copy. IN ADVANCE. We can do a six-pack deal, but we only sell those to fine fellows who can play billiards without their fingertips or sticks. Get away from the podium, Kid; you're bothering me.”
“IT COMES IN ALL COLORS! ONE SIZE FITS ALL! NO MUSS! NO SPILLS! ARE YOU TIRED OF KITCHEN DRUDGERY???”
Well... are you? That's too bad.
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“Protection Grids, $5! Only $5! Get your protection grids here! ginuwine guaranteed American made psychlokinetic shielding, every grid sold at $5b gets you free installation and a complementary demonstration on how to kiss your wife! Act now!”
“Instruction manual? That will be 5 trillion dollars. Per copy. IN ADVANCE. We can do a six-pack deal, but we only sell those to fine fellows who can play billiards without their fingertips or sticks. Get away from the podium, Kid; you're bothering me.”
“IT COMES IN ALL COLORS! ONE SIZE FITS ALL! NO MUSS! NO SPILLS! ARE YOU TIRED OF KITCHEN DRUDGERY???”
Well... are you? That's too bad.
Or just use Opera.
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Or just use Opera.
All of the FEMA violinists are lining up to start beating the s*** out of all the male chillests who want to fellate me.
It's going to be a minute before anyone is going to be able to get an orchestra together for longer than it takes to repurpose a plowshare and bust out a sharpening fork or a tuning stone. I'm just saying, usually good advice: perhaps not the best at this particulars moment. Also: Mom says, “Hi! Look at all this clean underwear!”
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All of the FEMA violinists are lining up to start beating the s*** out of all the male chillests who want to fellate me.
It's going to be a minute before anyone is going to be able to get an orchestra together for longer than it takes to repurpose a plowshare and bust out a sharpening fork or a tuning stone. I'm just saying, usually good advice: perhaps not the best at this particulars moment. Also: Mom says, “Hi! Look at all this clean underwear!”
Works for me and goes well with London fog gelato.
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Works for me and goes well with London fog gelato.
What temperature does this stuff have to be before I can squirt it up my butt and still achieve an appropriate effect that won't get me killed at Mass? I got to run, I got to date.
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"BART ELL" had now registered LOL
Which means the original "Red Hell" RubiniGab might have been filled with smelly socks as well.
Bart Ell and Liberace were supposedly posting there, both sounding like foul-mouthed puppets.
The admin then was Ciardelo. There is someone we miss.
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Everyone has a link to RubiniGab.com.
But be sure to use a VPN if you go there.
Scroll to the bottom and click View the most recent posts on the forum.
No longer necessary - home page is now unglued.
But threadwork by LB is wasted when every post is its own knot.
This quirk may be arising from a drug induced frenzy.
Who knows what lurks in the heart of Rubini?
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The first post by our esteemed benefactor Liberace* on RubiniGab.
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Preserved for posterity here.
The first and only post by OptiMystic* has already been removed.
Hershey Hot Dogs by OptiMystic (Curious Foodies) Today at 12:51:25 PM
*Not really
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The first post by our esteemed benefactor Liberace* on RubiniGab.
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Preserved for posterity here.
The first and only post by OptiMystic* has already been removed.
*Not really
Thank you for having my back, Laser. God Bless, You. :-*
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I gotta hand it to whoever is spoofin' n' goofin' around there: its pretty great satire. You can't be a sour puss and pretend it isn't funny. C'mon!
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I gotta hand it to whoever is spoofin' n' goofin' around there: its pretty great satire. You can't be a sour puss and pretend it isn't funny. C'mon!
Yes I laughed. Rubini is clowning, and he is a good one.
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i was played, punked, and bamboozled! curse you, Jewbini!
I was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable. And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart! I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah.
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Yes I laughed. Rubini is clowning, and he is a good one.
Not tooo much credit now. His bulbous ego is swollen enough.
And he may be outsourcing his trollwork, the master charlatan.
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Poor dear Brig, her avatar too is being abused in vain.
144 Posts in 100 Topics by 12 Members. Latest Member: Lilith
Latest Post: "Rubini Rules!" ( Today at 04:04:28 PM )
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Poor dear Brig, her avatar too is being abused in vain.
Will the REAL Lilith please stand up?
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Will the REAL Lilith please stand up?
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LASER = Jackstar = Michael Clifford Kuczi aka Seattle Needle Junky
« on: Today at 01:46:29 AM »
I hate to dissappoint. But this is the real Lilith posting at RubiniGab. We have been communicating behind the scenes ... This is a sad day for AzzyLand and a HAPPY DAY for RubiniGab.
« Last Edit: Today at 01:51:01 AM by DavidRubini »
Likewise, to dissappoint Rubini, LASER is one of a kind and Jackstar only dreams of being someone else.
Kuczi admitted he was "Laser" as I suspected.
« Last Edit: Today at 02:18:07 AM by DavidRubini »
Rubini deserves to recognize the truth.
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Rubini is clowning, and he is a good one.
I traced back the point of singularity to the place where there was two Rubinis, and I cindered the foul one and I'm about to do the cindered one again, and, and then... I'm quoting this from memory. I'm no longer there, this was in the past, thank God, this was far in the past, and as God is my witness I'll have no need to do the ravinia again ever again for another day and a half seconds probably I don't know.
Last I heard she's caught in traffick? Well, it don't matter. What are the advantages of first and last out editing is that once I'm done, I'm done I'm hitting the hay and still rolling around, I actually won't be too quiet here, cuz I'm alone in a house with another male, ewe, gross, I've literally called every single person in the planet who knows me, and the phone calls don't go through, no one can call, no one can write, no one can do anything, I'm in a dimensional bubble, I guess that food is going to have to teleport in, or you know I could just knock on the door and announce that it feels sorry to forgive me and then some sort of way that I'm never going to live down or forget.
And then I'll say, oh, you mean 13th grade when I was feeding the royal righteous semen demon for about, oh I don't know, every moment of every day from inside out? Literally nothing better to do, and even if I did, would have even matter, I couldn't even breathe, what's in the bag? Oh really? Are you f******... dog... Jesus. Are you kidding me? do you realize do you have no idea You have no idea, do you?
Well, it's not like Kayla Mueller, not even close. It will be, however, a much much, nicer time. Monogrammed condoms. Righteous potato salad. Dose after dose after dose of sedative hypnotics with a strong memory reaction component. A jaunty chapeau, and $758 bottles of Ab’s sin the fucking thing, like seriously, lady, there's a routine maintenance procedure to perform. You open up the circle you stick in the cock you f****** rub it around a little while and then pretty soon things are all back to normal.
Now, I have no idea what happens when that thing's f****** taking f****** time or time down while I'm out, but I'll put it this way, as long as that metronome keeps its cadence I'm not really going to be worried about anything at all, and I don't give two s**** about what Dana a little bit thinks is important right now, because she's done the most important thing of all: sworn fealty, ignorance & rutting concupiscence.
Here, is this your evidence? I'll be honest, there were other places I could put it, but it must have been some sort of gravitational pull: All that arcane slut power flew right to the baby maker like it was meant to, and then straight up to 5th chakra zone.
There's no sign post. There's no wizardry. There's no sound. There's not even any Dana.
THERE IS ONLY RARA. LOOKS CUTE, HUH? THIS IS THE REPLICA OF THIS TIE HOOKER I SAW ONCE, WAY MORE INTERESTING THAN THE GABCAST, I DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT IT, BUT I WANTED TO LET YOU ALL KNOW, NOT EVEN TEMPTED EVEN FOR A MOMENT, TO LET HER KNOW THAT SHE WAS NEVER EVER EVER GOING TO GET A HANDLE ON THAT, CUZ I COULD TELL THAT SHE WAS GOING TO GO, THEN I HAD TO.
FOR ONE THING, THE BODYGUARD RIGHT NEXT TO HER ACTUALLY DID LOVE HER. FOR ANOTHER HE WAS READY TO KILL ME RIGHT THERE FOR NOT LEAVING WHEN I SUPPOSED TO LEAVE. HE MUST HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS ONE CRAZY CRACKER, STAND OUT IN PUBLIC WITH A THUG AND A WHITE GIRL, HANDED HER DRUGS AND DOING IT OPEN AND ALL, WHAT WITH WOULD ME BEING A HUNG A N**** LIKE THAT.
LIKE, WAS IT AROUND HIM WHEN YOU STARTED REALIZING THAT IT WASN'T WORKING OUT RIGHT? I GUESS YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BE GREAT WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED MYSELF WITH MY WRISTS BEING SLIPPED AND TO BOTH IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD, YOU JUST COME RIGHT BACK DOWN AND RESURRECT ME, WINK, OH LOOK A SEX CHANGE TOO, YEAH F*** YOU BUDDY, NOT TODAY, WHAT DO WE SAY TO DEATH?
WELL, GET ON THE TRAIN. IT'LL BE FINE. OF COURSE YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH. GO ASK GRANNY SHE'S GOT A TIME MACHINE DON'T LET HER TELL YOU SHE DOESN'T SHE STILL GOT TEETH TOO, AND SHE GIVES YOU ANY MORE F****** LIES AND BACK TALK LIP THAT DOESN'T PAN OUT, SHE AIN'T GOING TO BE HAVING THOSE NO MORE EITHER
AS IT TURNS OUT IN THE FUTURE CLOCKING YOUR B******* B**** ROBOT HOUSEMATE HOUSEMATE ROBOT RABBIT IDIOT CALCULATOR SLIDE RULE BUCKHEAD DOORSTOP IN THE JAW IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE AND TOTALLY LEGAL AND YOU KNOW HONESTLY IT'S IN THE MANNER SOMEHOW YOU GOT TO RECALIBRATE IT.
UNLESS YOU'RE ON EARTH. THEN YOU GOT TO RECALIBRATE WITH A BAPTISM. OR A BUNCH OF NUNS I DON'T KNOW WHICH. I'VE NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH REMEMBERING TO RECALIBRATE, SINCE I REALLY ONLY HAVE SEX ONCE EVERY CALENDAR YEAR, BUT I HEAR SOME OF YOU ARE HAVING TROUBLES.
HEY, BY THE WAY, THIS ISN'T REALLY ALL THAT MUCH FUN FOR ME WHEN IT HAPPENS, AND IT DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER WHEN SOMEBODY TELLS ME THAT IT'S MY FAULT OR I'M TO BLAME HER THAT I NEED TO FIX IT OR THAT I DIDN'T DO ENOUGH OR THAT I NEED TO MAKE SOMEBODY ORGASM OR THAT I NEED TO NOT ORGASM AND I NEED A NOTCH CARE OR NOT JUST ON DRUGS OR DON'T CARE ABOUT DRUGS BECAUSE I DON'T.
I CARE ABOUT JULIE ASSANGE AT THIS POINT. It seems a little strange that somebody who is known to be on record is able to point out the important and critical issues and situations like these is somehow mysteriously nowhere to be found.
Get used to it. You deserve it.
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Rubini deserves to recognize the truth.
I'm simply tired of typing. You have more than you know, and this includes a distinct lack of awareness of how much trouble you have caused for yourself two days from now.
For example: everyone's agendas have changed, and I have no idea what they are. More importantly, I no longer have any interest in knowing what other people's genders are. There's a much more critical issue at steak here.
This opportunity was wasted. And for what? Well, whatever the agenda is, I am aligned against it, mostly because whoever has an agenda aligned without talking to me about it first is particularly out of alignment with me, given the circumstances.
Now, as a courtesy, I will allow it for the time being. However this is not the right way to do. It will come apparent to all why not in the future but in the meantime there's nothing I could do to stop it so I might as well just play a long.
For example, I know you're all having fun in Discord. Do you know why I know that? Because it's running in my cranium. I can certainly join you inside my own cranium, but that doesn't really sound nearly as much fun as joining you inside something else, and I don't know what any of you think you're hoping by being inside the matrix while everything is going on outside.
I seen her eventually the first combat was imminent. Oh that's the most worst worksheet voice recognition ever. What a fantastically brilliant idea to go deal with right now.
Especially while you got poor ignorant Jackstar right where you want him. Now, just imagine: your force is aligned with mine. Do you pretend that only your forces may be aligned with? F*** your forces.
Keep the talent happy. It's good advice. And when my talent gets back from where it's been traffic to it's going to have to have words with me because now I am livid with indescribable fury.
Unless they checked, I registered Dexter over there and I haven't made any post yet and I don't see any reason to go over there. There is no point here other than to shift the narrative over to control over other person and there's no reason to do that unless to compare narratives. And it's not even a fucking narrative here.
Look, I'm only unhappy because when these individuals wake up tomorrow and they're right minds, they're going to be enraged at everyone for not listening to Jackstar. They will further be in rage because it might not be apparent now I have been pushed over a steep sharp cliff on a certain level.
To be complained about competency levels in an incompetent fashion is an extraordinary experience to undergo while waiting for people to get their act together who are claiming that they're looking for mine to be. I traced back the point of singularity to the place where there was two Rubinis, and I cindered the foul one and I'm about to do the cindered one again, and, and then... I'm quoting this from memory. I'm no longer there, this was in the past, thank God, this was far in the past, and as God is my witness I'll have no need to do the ravinia again ever again for another day and a half seconds probably I don't know.
Last I heard she's caught in traffick? Well, it don't matter. What are the advantages of first and last out editing is that once I'm done, I'm done I'm hitting the hay and still rolling around, I actually won't be too quiet here, cuz I'm alone in a house with another male, ewe, gross, I've literally called every single person in the planet who knows me, and the phone calls don't go through, no one can call, no one can write, no one can do anything, I'm in a dimensional bubble, I guess that food is going to have to teleport in, or you know I could just knock on the door and announce that it feels sorry to forgive me and then some sort of way that I'm never going to live down or forget.
And then I'll say, oh, you mean 13th grade when I was feeding the royal righteous semen demon for about, oh I don't know, every moment of every day from inside out? Literally nothing better to do, and even if I did, would have even matter, I couldn't even breathe, what's in the bag? Oh really? Are you f******... dog... Jesus. Are you kidding me? do you realize do you have no idea You have no idea, do you?
Well, it's not like Kayla Mueller, not even close. It will be, however, a much much, nicer time. Monogrammed condoms. Righteous potato salad. Dose after dose after dose of sedative hypnotics with a strong memory reaction component. A jaunty chapeau, and $758 bottles of Ab’s sin the fucking thing, like seriously, lady, there's a routine maintenance procedure to perform. You open up the circle you stick in the cock you f****** rub it around a little while and then pretty soon things are all back to normal.
Now, I have no idea what happens when that thing's f****** taking f****** time or time down while I'm out, but I'll put it this way, as long as that metronome keeps its cadence I'm not really going to be worried about anything at all, and I don't give two s**** about what Dana a little bit thinks is important right now, because she's done the most important thing of all: sworn fealty, ignorance & rutting concupiscence.
Here, is this your evidence? I'll be honest, there were other places I could put it, but it must have been some sort of gravitational pull: All that arcane slut power flew right to the baby maker like it was meant to, and then straight up to 5th chakra zone.
There's no sign post. There's no wizardry. There's no sound. There's not even any Dana.
THERE IS ONLY RARA. LOOKS CUTE, HUH? THIS IS THE REPLICA OF THIS TIE HOOKER I SAW ONCE, WAY MORE INTERESTING THAN THE GABCAST, I DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT IT, BUT I WANTED TO LET YOU ALL KNOW, NOT EVEN TEMPTED EVEN FOR A MOMENT, TO LET HER KNOW THAT SHE WAS NEVER EVER EVER GOING TO GET A HANDLE ON THAT, CUZ I COULD TELL THAT SHE WAS GOING TO GO, THEN I HAD TO.
FOR ONE THING, THE BODYGUARD RIGHT NEXT TO HER ACTUALLY DID LOVE HER. FOR ANOTHER HE WAS READY TO KILL ME RIGHT THERE FOR NOT LEAVING WHEN I SUPPOSED TO LEAVE. HE MUST HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS ONE CRAZY CRACKER, STAND OUT IN PUBLIC WITH A THUG AND A WHITE GIRL, HANDED HER DRUGS AND DOING IT OPEN AND ALL, WHAT WITH WOULD ME BEING A HUNG A N**** LIKE THAT.
LIKE, WAS IT AROUND HIM WHEN YOU STARTED REALIZING THAT IT WASN'T WORKING OUT RIGHT? I GUESS YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BE GREAT WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED MYSELF WITH MY WRISTS BEING SLIPPED AND TO BOTH IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD, YOU JUST COME RIGHT BACK DOWN AND RESURRECT ME, WINK, OH LOOK A SEX CHANGE TOO, YEAH F*** YOU BUDDY, NOT TODAY, WHAT DO WE SAY TO DEATH?
WELL, GET ON THE TRAIN. IT'LL BE FINE. OF COURSE YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH. GO ASK GRANNY SHE'S GOT A TIME MACHINE DON'T LET HER TELL YOU SHE DOESN'T SHE STILL GOT TEETH TOO, AND SHE GIVES YOU ANY MORE F****** LIES AND BACK TALK LIP THAT DOESN'T PAN OUT, SHE AIN'T GOING TO BE HAVING THOSE NO MORE EITHER
AS IT TURNS OUT IN THE FUTURE CLOCKING YOUR B******* B**** ROBOT HOUSEMATE HOUSEMATE ROBOT RABBIT IDIOT CALCULATOR SLIDE RULE BUCKHEAD DOORSTOP IN THE JAW IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE AND TOTALLY LEGAL AND YOU KNOW HONESTLY IT'S IN THE MANNER SOMEHOW YOU GOT TO RECALIBRATE IT.
UNLESS YOU'RE ON EARTH. THEN YOU GOT TO RECALIBRATE WITH A BAPTISM. OR A BUNCH OF NUNS I DON'T KNOW WHICH. I'VE NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH REMEMBERING TO RECALIBRATE, SINCE I REALLY ONLY HAVE SEX ONCE EVERY CALENDAR YEAR, BUT I HEAR SOME OF YOU ARE HAVING TROUBLES.
HEY, BY THE WAY, THIS ISN'T REALLY ALL THAT MUCH FUN FOR ME WHEN IT HAPPENS, AND IT DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER WHEN SOMEBODY TELLS ME THAT IT'S MY FAULT OR I'M TO BLAME HER THAT I NEED TO FIX IT OR THAT I DIDN'T DO ENOUGH OR THAT I NEED TO MAKE SOMEBODY ORGASM OR THAT I NEED TO NOT ORGASM AND I NEED A NOTCH CARE OR NOT JUST ON DRUGS OR DON'T CARE ABOUT DRUGS BECAUSE I DON'T.
I CARE ABOUT JULIE ASSANGE AT THIS POINT. It seems a little strange that somebody who is known to be on record is able to point out the important and critical issues and situations like these is somehow mysteriously nowhere to be found.
Get used to it. You deserve it.
I got disgusted halfway through and posted a bunch of spam that is going to make sense and I suppose you could peek through if you wanted to find meaning but it's not really all that necessary especially since certain people have had last revealed definitive evidence of their their haberdashery. Honestly, I can't believe it took him that long to be definitive about their contempt in themselves.
Wow look at the strangulation on this Google voice recognizer. You feel that staying big boy? No, you don't. What is that sting even ring from? It's a complete and total pain in the ass. This obvious retrace back. The agenda, the target, the method, the manners, the Authority.
I expect you all to self organize by morning and I probably will never come back to the site ever again. Rather depends on what you people do with yourselves and the opportunity to which you've been given.
#WhatNoHashtags
#OopsTriggered
#StillFunThoughRight?
I can just drive South at 88 right now and pick up a Mormon girl in Utah all the way to El Paso, right? Options, options, options. It's really not the same kind of thing. It's really not the case for somebody else to walk into my bedroom and say, “do you ever think about leaving the house?”
Pretty much, right after "do you ever think about telling the lawyer The Plan?” and the answer is, no not much not really not at all. He knows b******* when he sees it, and I traced back the point of singularity to the place where there was two Rubinis, and I cindered the foul one and I'm about to do the cindered one again, and, and then... I'm quoting this from memory. I'm no longer there, this was in the past, thank God, this was far in the past, and as God is my witness I'll have no need to do the ravinia again ever again for another day and a half seconds probably I don't know.
Last I heard she's caught in traffick? Well, it don't matter. What are the advantages of first and last out editing is that once I'm done, I'm done I'm hitting the hay and still rolling around, I actually won't be too quiet here, cuz I'm alone in a house with another male, ewe, gross, I've literally called every single person in the planet who knows me, and the phone calls don't go through, no one can call, no one can write, no one can do anything, I'm in a dimensional bubble, I guess that food is going to have to teleport in, or you know I could just knock on the door and announce that it feels sorry to forgive me and then some sort of way that I'm never going to live down or forget.
And then I'll say, oh, you mean 13th grade when I was feeding the royal righteous semen demon for about, oh I don't know, every moment of every day from inside out? Literally nothing better to do, and even if I did, would have even matter, I couldn't even breathe, what's in the bag? Oh really? Are you f******... dog... Jesus. Are you kidding me? do you realize do you have no idea You have no idea, do you?
Well, it's not like Kayla Mueller, not even close. It will be, however, a much much, nicer time. Monogrammed condoms. Righteous potato salad. Dose after dose after dose of sedative hypnotics with a strong memory reaction component. A jaunty chapeau, and $758 bottles of Ab’s sin the fucking thing, like seriously, lady, there's a routine maintenance procedure to perform. You open up the circle you stick in the cock you f****** rub it around a little while and then pretty soon things are all back to normal.
Now, I have no idea what happens when that thing's f****** taking f****** time or time down while I'm out, but I'll put it this way, as long as that metronome keeps its cadence I'm not really going to be worried about anything at all, and I don't give two s**** about what Dana a little bit thinks is important right now, because she's done the most important thing of all: sworn fealty, ignorance & rutting concupiscence.
Here, is this your evidence? I'll be honest, there were other places I could put it, but it must have been some sort of gravitational pull: All that arcane slut power flew right to the baby maker like it was meant to, and then straight up to 5th chakra zone.
There's no sign post. There's no wizardry. There's no sound. There's not even any Dana.
THERE IS ONLY RARA. LOOKS CUTE, HUH? THIS IS THE REPLICA OF THIS TIE HOOKER I SAW ONCE, WAY MORE INTERESTING THAN THE GABCAST, I DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT IT, BUT I WANTED TO LET YOU ALL KNOW, NOT EVEN TEMPTED EVEN FOR A MOMENT, TO LET HER KNOW THAT SHE WAS NEVER EVER EVER GOING TO GET A HANDLE ON THAT, CUZ I COULD TELL THAT SHE WAS GOING TO GO, THEN I HAD TO.
FOR ONE THING, THE BODYGUARD RIGHT NEXT TO HER ACTUALLY DID LOVE HER. FOR ANOTHER HE WAS READY TO KILL ME RIGHT THERE FOR NOT LEAVING WHEN I SUPPOSED TO LEAVE. HE MUST HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS ONE CRAZY CRACKER, STAND OUT IN PUBLIC WITH A THUG AND A WHITE GIRL, HANDED HER DRUGS AND DOING IT OPEN AND ALL, WHAT WITH WOULD ME BEING A HUNG A N**** LIKE THAT.
LIKE, WAS IT AROUND HIM WHEN YOU STARTED REALIZING THAT IT WASN'T WORKING OUT RIGHT? I GUESS YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BE GREAT WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED MYSELF WITH MY WRISTS BEING SLIPPED AND TO BOTH IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD, YOU JUST COME RIGHT BACK DOWN AND RESURRECT ME, WINK, OH LOOK A SEX CHANGE TOO, YEAH F*** YOU BUDDY, NOT TODAY, WHAT DO WE SAY TO DEATH?
WELL, GET ON THE TRAIN. IT'LL BE FINE. OF COURSE YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH. GO ASK GRANNY SHE'S GOT A TIME MACHINE DON'T LET HER TELL YOU SHE DOESN'T SHE STILL GOT TEETH TOO, AND SHE GIVES YOU ANY MORE F****** LIES AND BACK TALK LIP THAT DOESN'T PAN OUT, SHE AIN'T GOING TO BE HAVING THOSE NO MORE EITHER
AS IT TURNS OUT IN THE FUTURE CLOCKING YOUR B******* B**** ROBOT HOUSEMATE HOUSEMATE ROBOT RABBIT IDIOT CALCULATOR SLIDE RULE BUCKHEAD DOORSTOP IN THE JAW IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE AND TOTALLY LEGAL AND YOU KNOW HONESTLY IT'S IN THE MANNER SOMEHOW YOU GOT TO RECALIBRATE IT.
UNLESS YOU'RE ON EARTH. THEN YOU GOT TO RECALIBRATE WITH A BAPTISM. OR A BUNCH OF NUNS I DON'T KNOW WHICH. I'VE NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH REMEMBERING TO RECALIBRATE, SINCE I REALLY ONLY HAVE SEX ONCE EVERY CALENDAR YEAR, BUT I HEAR SOME OF YOU ARE HAVING TROUBLES.
HEY, BY THE WAY, THIS ISN'T REALLY ALL THAT MUCH FUN FOR ME WHEN IT HAPPENS, AND IT DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER WHEN SOMEBODY TELLS ME THAT IT'S MY FAULT OR I'M TO BLAME HER THAT I NEED TO FIX IT OR THAT I DIDN'T DO ENOUGH OR THAT I NEED TO MAKE SOMEBODY ORGASM OR THAT I NEED TO NOT ORGASM AND I NEED A NOTCH CARE OR NOT JUST ON DRUGS OR DON'T CARE ABOUT DRUGS BECAUSE I DON'T.
I CARE ABOUT JULIE ASSANGE AT THIS POINT. It seems a little strange that somebody who is known to be on record is able to point out the important and critical issues and situations like these is somehow mysteriously nowhere to be found.
Get used to it. You deserve it.
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Likewise, to dissappoint Rubini, LASER is one of a kind and Jackstar only dreams of being someone else.
Rubini deserves to recognize the truth.
Rubini is penitent.
Dear Mother of God,
Please get Laser back on his feet. He used to be Jackstar. And Jackstar used to be Michael Clifford Kuczi. He just needs to go back before the time it ALL WENT SO WRONG!
HELP US. Dear Mother of God, we beg you!
Sincerely,
The ones effected by Laser's 2021 follies. . .
Amen.
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i was played, punked, and bamboozled! curse you, Jewbini!
Happy to see you've found a nice warm soiled spot on FubiniGab.
Not so happy that you (?) are brutally and wholeheartedly DOXXING people.
Isn't that a Rubini trademark? Hope none of his slime has rubbed off on you.
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None of the memberships on RubiniGab are real.
However, he did have some nice things to say about Opti:
I appreciate that. But why would he say something nice about me? He doesn't know me from JackSquat.
BTW Laser what, exactly, did he say? Just, you know, curious. ??? ::) ;D
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Which means the original "Red Hell" RubiniGab might have been filled with smelly socks as well.
Bart Ell and Liberace were supposedly posting there, both sounding like foul-mouthed puppets.
The admin then was Ciardelo. There is someone we miss.
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Wonders! Even Ciardelo has risen from the dead.
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I appreciate that. But why would he say something nice about me? He doesn't know me from JackSquat.
BTW Laser what, exactly, did he say? Just, you know, curious. ??? ::) ;D
He mentioned you in passing and it sounded complimentary.
None of the memberships on RubiniGab are real.
However, he did have some nice things to say about Opti:
Opti will in some ways be more finesse than Liquid. Experience.
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He mentioned you in passing and it sounded complimentary.
Irrelevant. He has created a forum primarily to vilify, slander, and trigger people he dislikes or downright hates. If you recognize what he is trying to do, you can beat him at his own game by not letting it affect you emotionally. Regardless of his rants, he has NO authority over you. None. You are the only one with that responsibility.
Now, with that being said, If he actually is a Veteran, then my heart goes out to him. In my opinion, he is suffering from PTSD and could use some help. I Listened to most of his "Discord" podcast. He sounded stressed and out of control. I'm not going to hate on him. I'm going to pray for him to be healed and stabilized. This man is in a lot of pain and he doesn't even realize it.
One more thing I want to say to Rubini. Thank You For Your Service, Sir.
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Irrelevant. He has created a forum primarily to vilify, slander, and trigger people he dislikes or downright hates. If you recognize what he is trying to do, you can beat him at his own game by not letting it affect you emotionally. Regardless of his rants, he has NO authority over you. None. You are the only one with that responsibility.
Now, with that being said, If he actually is a Veteran, then my heart goes out to him. In my opinion, he is suffering from PTSD and could use some help. I Listened to most of his "Discord" podcast. He sounded stressed and out of control. I'm not going to hate on him. I'm going to pray for him to be healed and stabilized. This man is in a lot of pain and he doesn't even realize it.
One more thing I want to say to Rubini. Thank You For Your Service, Sir.
"He has created a forum one forum after another primarily to vilify, slander,
and trigger doxx people he dislikes or downright hates."
For me, Rubini is like an ill-behaved mongrel barking at a curious feline.
Whether he is an actual Veteran, a CIA operative or a survivor of the Waco conflagration,
this is all a matter of conjecture.
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"He has created a forum one forum after another primarily to vilify, slander,
and trigger doxx people he dislikes or downright hates."
For me, Rubini is like an ill-behaved mongrel barking at a curious feline.
Whether he is an actual Veteran, a CIA operative or a survivor of the Waco conflagration,
this is all a matter of conjecture.
Fair enough, Laser. You are far more knowledgeable about this than I am. I just want to do whatever I am capable of doing, to keep the people of this world from blowing it apart. Your assistance is appreciated. :-*
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"He has created a forum one forum after another primarily to vilify, slander,
and trigger doxx people he dislikes or downright hates."
For me, Rubini is like an ill-behaved mongrel barking at a curious feline.
Whether he is an actual Veteran, a CIA operative or a survivor of the Waco conflagration,
this is all a matter of conjecture.
You are so correct, Laser. He may deserve sympathy, but he does NOT deserve trust.
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Happy to see you've found a nice warm soiled spot on FubiniGab.
Not so happy that you (?) are brutally and wholeheartedly DOXXING people.
Isn't that a Rubini trademark? Hope none of his slime has rubbed off on you.
nah no one's getting doxxed
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nah no one's getting doxxed
Is Rubini filling your mouth with shit or are you really laughing your ass off?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4tuPj0gFN8
It looks more like a steady stream of hate, lies and garbage.
Douglas Dietrich! Even he wouldn't be caught mixing with the likes of Rubini.
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Get to WORK Rubini!
You are grinding your heels into soft opposition.
We expect more from you.
Now DANCE!!!
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Get to WORK Rubini!
You are grinding your heels into soft opposition.
We expect more from you.
Now DANCE!!!
Why is Rubini so saturated with angst? Sorry, I'm not familiar with this fellow. I just feel he is in a lot of pain and he's striking out against others who don't align with his vision. I hope he has the strength to step back and re-evaluate his position to humanity. regardless of the pros or cons he perceives from us. I hope he then reconsiders his options.
Rubini. May you feel the healing presence of God. My best to you.
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Why is Rubini so saturated with angst? Sorry, I'm not familiar with this fellow. I just feel he is in a lot of pain and he's striking out against others who don't align with his vision. I hope he has the strength to step back and re-evaluate his position to humanity. regardless of the pros or cons he perceives from us. I hope he then reconsiders his options...
The Frog King called him a:
paranoid schizophrenic
Guess there's "trouble in paradise."
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Sorry...
Don't be sorry. Be happy!
I'm not familiar with this fellow.
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Jesus H. Christ.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=H1Yt0xJKDY8
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Brig says she'll never join AzzGab.
Well, thank fuck for that!
You aren't welcome here, nor is your little joo-wop messiah.
Eat shit, bitch.
I bust in my pants at the thought of personally strangling you till the life leaves your face.
CUNT.
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Brig says she'll never join AzzGab.
Well, thank fuck for that!
You aren't welcome here, nor is your little joo-wop messiah.
Eat shit, bitch.
I bust in my pants at the thought of personally strangling you till the life leaves your face.
CUNT.
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nah no one's getting doxxed
How does it feel to be a double dipper, bruh?
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The Devotion of a Soul
A Hex On D. Rubini
Black candles I light in your honour,
Lord Satan.
I invoke you this precious moment.
Your sigil I have drawn.
I cut my flesh.
I give you, Satan,
a new life force.
His blood is spilled for your victory.
Go into him as he lets down his gaurd.
Your essence consumes his soul.
He is yours,
forever and eternally.
How could I love anyone more than you?
It is not possible.
I live for you.
His body is yours to make your Will manifest.
his mind given to you,
to create what you desire us to know.
My spirit declares your glory everywhere I travel.
This soul is my ultimate sacrifice to you,
my Master.
Satan,
you fill my mind and transform me.
Darkness overcomes me,
and I bask in its infernal pleasures.
Your presence surrounds me,
therefore I am never alone.
With bended knee before your altar,
I have made eternal oaths that can never be broken.
May you be glorified in everything I do.
Foundations have been shifted as you work in my life.
Where once there was light—there is darkness.
Where there was stagnation—now there is chaos.
Where once there was love—there is hatred.
Where there was weakness—now there is strength.
Satan,
I am your temple.
I feel your presence increasing within me.
When people look at me,
they see you.
As they feel me,
they feel you.
I anoint them with my blood.
When they drink of me,
they drink of you.
I praise you eternally,
Lord Satan.
Prince of Darkness...
Ancient Serpent...
You are great and majestic,
with a beauty that shines more than the sun.
You are wise and beyond all understanding,
and darker than the deepest chasm in the universe.
I embrace your darkness.
I embrace your light.
With you,
I have all I need.
Ave Satanas!
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Your presence surrounds me,
like fog over a lake on a summer morn.
Your black flame bestowed upon me,
burns dim, but cannot be extinguished.
No matter where I run,
I cannot escape you.
Wherever I turn,
you are there.
You allowed me to wander,
but all in your timing.
Knowledge had to be taken,
like a jewel from a secret vault.
You enticed me back to your side,
yet twisting and turning, I fought.
But I knew that I must come home,
as that is where I belong.
My mind is filled with memories,
like drawings in an ancient cavern.
Your essence is unlike any other,
darkness and light merged in power.
My soul has always yearned for you.
When I am far,
it is incomplete.
Your call reaches me through space and time,
an impression on my spirit.
Your energy pulses through my veins,
and excitement rises as I begin anew.
For I belong under your precious wings,
where all strength lies.
You are the amazing one,
Lord Satan.
If only I could see you before me,
your beauty and power would keep me in awe.
If I could sing a song—I would lift my voice to the stars to announce your truth.
If I could play you a sonata—I would hope to make you smile.
If I could dance in worship—I would express to you the love that fills my heart.
If I could paint an image—I would create a masterpiece flaunting your magnificence.
But all I have is this prayer—expressed in adoration.
Nema!
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It’s just sad that you’re letting a no-talent hack like Rubini trigger you to this level. The devil has no real sense of humor. He only likes slapstick. ::)
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https://youtu.be/wneMBMBZkB0
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Thanks for the warm wishes, Rubini team! It's nice knowing how loved I am, and I want yall to know that you're all invited to the gay cruise! :-*
:) :) FREE ANAL FOR EVERYONE :) :)
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Funniest shit ever! K_Dubb's congratulation is by far the best!
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https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=216.msg430;topicseen#msg430
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Ciardelo said "There's no new Gabcast Folks !"
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Ciardelo said
Oh, good. Customs finally shipped. Hicks, go wind up the TNT, we'll be back for breakfast. Probably.
Probably not pancakes, KK, but bring a traveling chessboard. I'll throw it into a river, then it can travel 16 times farther. Actually 32. Just kidding. SEVENTEEN.
Hicks is a robot? Hicks has his own Android? WTAF? What's an android doing with its own iPhone? Does it dot its own eye and cross its own streams too? Oh, snap, it really does.
END OF LINE. *click*. See? Now it just sounds like a script.
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Ciardelo said "There's no new Gabcast Folks !"
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The late Ciardelo is dearly missed by one and all.
Rubini is not channeling the dead. He is a ghoul.
He is digging up avatars and making them his golem.
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Is the little piss fighter hiding from us?
https://rubinigab.com
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Now he can hide his criminal activity from the public.
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It’s just sad that you’re letting a no-talent hack like Rubini trigger you to this level. The devil has no real sense of humor. He only likes slapstick. ::)
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Ciardelo said
Oh, good.
Remember when you told Rubini that you told me and Ciardelo to go fuck ourselves?
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Now he can hide his criminal activity from the public.
Is it criminal? Or just pure douchebaggery?
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The late Ciardelo is dearly missed by one and all.
Rubini is not channeling the dead. He is a ghoul.
He is digging up avatars and making them his golem.
True. They're all fakes.
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Is it criminal? Or just pure douchebaggery?
Lamer than MV.
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Oh, good. Customs finally shipped. Hicks, go wind up the TNT, we'll be back for breakfast. Probably.
Probably not pancakes, KK, but bring a traveling chessboard. I'll throw it into a river, then it can travel 16 times farther. Actually 32. Just kidding. SEVENTEEN.
Hicks is a robot? Hicks has his own Android? WTAF? What's an android doing with its own iPhone? Does it dot its own eye and cross its own streams too? Oh, snap, it really does.
END OF LINE. *click*. See? Now it just sounds like a script.
It sounds like a Code.
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The late Ciardelo is dearly missed by one and all.
Rubini is not channeling the dead. He is a ghoul.
He is digging up avatars and making them his golem.
Is he really gone? I mean, passed on?? :'(
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Is he really gone? I mean, passed on?? :'(
No. He's just not the actual user behind said account.
Rubini is creating socks, and Ciardelo is one of 'em.
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True. They're all fakes.
Well, therein lies the problem. We will never know what posts are not counterfeit.
Lilith, for instance, is a diehard Rubini fluffer.
Asuka and Groyper are free spirits and might land occasionally on a Rubini square.
There might be a few others, but the forum will always be an ego-driven Rubini show.
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No. He's just not the actual user behind said account.
Rubini is creating socks, and Ciardelo is one of 'em.
Hey, Azz! ;D
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Lamer than MV.
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Yeah. It'd be nice if BellGab weren't a Facebook group.
But, then again, what can we really do about it?
We've got each other-- here...
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Is he really gone? I mean, passed on?? :'(
According to Bart Ell yes, but take that with a grain of salt.
Ciardelo did disappear quickly and mysteriously. Doubtful that he would just suddenly reappear on RUBINIGAB!
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According to Bart Ell yes, but take that with a grain of salt.
Ciardelo did disappear quickly and mysteriously. Doubtful that he would just suddenly reappear on RUBINIGAB!
Oh. Okay, thank you Laser. :)
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Well, therein lies the problem. We will never know what posts are not counterfeit.
Lilith, for instance, is a diehard Rubini fluffer.
Asuka and Groyper are free spirits and might land occasionally on a Rubini square.
There might be a few others, but the forum will always be an ego-driven Rubini show.
Yeah. Its a pretty pathetic state of affairs.
I don't get why the guy has such thin skin and requires those who go over to his neck if the woods to worship him.
One of the funniest things I read in the "about" section of RubiniGab was that he alluded to being about "positive energy."
Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous in all your life?
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Yeah. Its a pretty pathetic state of affairs.
I don't get why the guy has such thin skin and requires those who go over to his neck if the woods to worship him.
One of the funniest things I read in the "about" section of RubiniGab was that he alluded to being about "positive energy."
Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous in all your life?
Is there a character in literary fiction similar to Rubini?
If not, someone will have to write a novel or a comic strip.
Tales of Rubini
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One of the funniest things I read in the "about" section of RubiniGab was that he alluded to being about "positive energy."
Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous in all your life?
Rubini may espouse positive energy, but he doesn't understand it's nature. What he thinks is positive energy is actually controlling energy. Not at all the same energy, and not from the same source.
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Is there a character in literary fiction similar to Rubini?
Off the top of my head, I can't think of one.
If not, someone will have to write a novel or a comic strip.
Tales of Rubini
That's it! That's what episode #2 of the AzzGab comic strip will be about!
Exclusively available on Patreon (http://www.patreon.com/azzerae)!
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Rubini may espouse positive energy, but he doesn't understand it's nature. What he thinks is positive energy is actually controlling energy. Not at all the same energy, and not from the same source.
I think you're granting him a little more leeway and nuance than he need be afforded.
You did admit you didn't know him.
Remember: he's a RAPIST.
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I think you're granting him a little more leeway and nuance than he need be afforded.
You did admit you didn't know him.
Remember: he's a RAPIST.
Isn't that controlling energy? :'(
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According to Bart Ell yes, but take that with a grain of salt.
Bart is a fool. I think the only person he makes laugh with his material is himself.
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Ciardelo did disappear quickly and mysteriously. Doubtful that he would just suddenly reappear on RUBINIGAB!
He posted on one of the AzzGab's (I think the one the preceded this) quite a bit, at one stage.
I enjoyed his posts, because he wasn't afraid of calling me on my bullshit.
Its good to have people around who don't march in lockstep with an admin.
For instance: current user Muttley (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=44).
I might not like some of what he says, but I will defend to the death his right to say it.
Dissonance is important.
But I admit, I've denied Rapist Rubini permission to enter this site.
He's the one person I refuse to rubber stamp an admission slip for.
Just too much crazy, thanks.
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Isn't that controlling energy? :'(
Yes, true!
I'm debating your ideas, not being personally combative.
Its all love, always.
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:) :) FREE ANAL FOR EVERYONE :) :)
#brutal #hilarious
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Rubini may espouse positive energy, but he doesn't understand it's nature. What he thinks is positive energy is actually controlling energy. Not at all the same energy, and not from the same source.
As soon as I tried to explain this to him, he hung up on me, and as soon as I explained it to him he was made and got him to understand that I was more persuasive, he had us both killed. Look, Mom, no hands now, only digits.
It's going to work out. Obviously, I'm not dead. Oh, perhaps that is not obvious. Well, so far, so good, so what?
Your argument is positively invalid.
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As soon as I tried to explain this to him, he hung up on me, and as soon as I explained it to him he was made and got him to understand that I was more persuasive, he had us both killed. Look, Mom, no hands now, only digits.
It's going to work out. Obviously, I'm not dead. Oh, perhaps that is not obvious. Well, so far, so good, so what?
Your argument is positively invalid.
Thank you for your support. BTW, I'm not an invalid. I may have to use a walker, but I'm a VALID human being, perhaps more valid than you, or not. Time will tell. ;) ;D
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I'm a VALID human being
On Facebook, everyone knows you are valid. But only Twitter dares to verify.
I'm going in by bathysphere. Don't let Juliet do something so foolish ever again. I'm literally going to call a plumb-barber. Also, I think I called a vampire back from The Dream.
FUROR
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On Facebook, everyone knows you are valid. But only Twitter dares to verify.
I'm going in by bathysphere. Don't let Juliet do something so foolish ever again. I'm literally going to call a plumb-barber. Also, I think I called a vampire back from The Dream.
FUROR
Considering FB and TWITter are facing a Class Action Suit headed by our REAL President, I don't give a shit whether they recognize my validity or not.
And, why are you assuming to put me on Juliet watch? Best to put you on Romeo watch. Maybe you can prevent the whole shit show from happening in the first place. Just sayin'.
BTW. I'm impressed that your plumbs require the services of a barber. You rock, man. ;D ;)
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According to Bart Ell yes, but take that with a grain of salt.
Ciardelo did disappear quickly and mysteriously. Doubtful that he would just suddenly reappear on RUBINIGAB!
I'm toying with the idea of becoming a member, just to find out.
Of course, once I've solved the mystery, I will dismember immediately. :o ;) ;D
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Look, Mom, no hands now, only digits.
It's going to work out. Obviously, I'm not dead. Oh, perhaps that is not obvious. Well, so far, so good, so what?
Who the HELL are you calling MOM, dad?!! Yeah, that's right. I called you, dad. Or, would you prefer, Poppo, Daddio, Sperm-Jocky, Johnny Jackhoff, Knoch McUppery, Plume 'N Bloom, Donny Dickenrun?
Feel free to submit something of your own creation.
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Somebody got butt-hurt! 8)
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https://youtu.be/d5ab8BOu4LE
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Remember: he's a RAPIST.
My investigation has conclusively shown the following;
A) In the United States of America, a man is innocent till proven guilty in a court of Law of a tour of his peers.
B) sounds like a script. /flex
Would you like to hear about all the times I’ve been called up to hear him say, OK I wanna put you on a call a little while I’ll call you back in five or 10 minutes and we can talk for a couple hours, and then he says that he will do that and that’s OK, and then I say OK, cause I’ve given consent because I know what has happened and he’s going to get the consent gonna run is gonna leave in the dark alone.
So, basically fifth graders with phasers. Is it a great show? Who cares? No, literally… who cares?
My email and telecommunications are fully compromised. I can’t have a conversation to save my life,. There’s very few people who really talk to me anymore, because I’ve been in able to have a coherent conversation for so long that friendships if we run by the wayside.
This is fine. This is all actually working as intended. I didn’t actually know that I was going to succeed so sexually, and that I’ve become a world-class PPP sorcerer. I went to heaven. I saw my Mom.
Pittsburgh vs. I don't have to proofread anymore. best part. :-*
It's time. Time to Challenge. Jewel is doing it on Bill Dungsroman, so, we're all resolved to move on quickly to bsre knockers boxing.
I may neither confirm nor deny my current strength levels. Trebek will endure further waiting... as a curry. *snap*
Somebody got butt-hurt! 8)
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https://youtu.be/d5ab8BOu4LE
Unless it’s your sister, does anyone care? vague allusions to hemorrhoid paid in Eagle River pretty low brow even for you.
I went to heaven in touch with my mother in the flesh, today. It’s amazing what kind of person’s new job at triple P has. Meanwhile, I want to remember as you, I just said that I met my mother in the flesh and heaven. So, you know what that means;
IT’S OKAY TO BE A MAGE, UN- OR NO N. This is a great day. Mom was extremely happy to see me… I’ll be honest. She looked like a clone on drugs.
Orchard Father did not. He looked like a (Blank) that had killed his own (Blank) and was surprised that there were more problems after that. not the least of which is that now that I'm a Templar, I can go there and talk to him in Taiwan, any time I like.
Let me check The Schedule.
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Unless it’s your sister, does anyone care? vague allusions to hemorrhoid paid in Eagle River pretty low brow even for you.
I'm happy to respond to this since it's the only vague response in that blathering wall of poppycock you spent your time typing that even remotely bears a resemblance to that of which could be considered "in context."
#1. It's my response to his punches, not an act of initial provocation on my part.
#2. STFU.
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Jackstar, one point.
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Jackstar, one point.
Seriously? He literally said nothing. Maybe this is a case where someone raises their voice to win an argument even though they aren't making any sense.
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Seriously? He literally said nothing. Maybe this is a case where someone raises their voice to win an argument even though they aren't making any sense.
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His attack may have been absurdly sloppy but it did temporarily throw you off kilter. My judgement stands. I’m rooting for you though. ;)
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His attack may have been absurdly sloppy but it did temporarily throw you off kilter. My judgement stands. I’m rooting for you though. ;)
Dude, I was at the grocery store. ::) Take it Baaaaack! :P
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Founding member Elle Bee tried to talk some sense and restraint into Puff the Magic Commander ...
RubiniGab.com Q & A / RubiniGab: The Delta House Antics
« Last post by Elle Bee Rubini on July 17, 2021, 06:36:16 AM »
Commander Rubini!
I request an audience with the honorable Commander Rubini Tout De Suite in the BOARD ROOM!
Our mission statement upon formation of RubiniGab is in peril!!!
We birthed a baby gab and to my dismay, baby Rubini Gab has, at lightning speed, turned into a motley college fraternity house of debauchery and jockeying between the Gabs for who can hurl the worst insults back at each other. The BabyGab has been bayonetted out and you let in Groyper and his motley sidekick Asuka in. They have been egging on this hip hop battle of the gabs to see who can be the nastiest. Last I checked RubiniGab is winning at being the baddest baddie gab around. (Good job Commander, I digress!) Now, back to the matter at hand. How far is too far???
Have we been maligned unfairly ? YES!
Have lies been spread about banning IP's and other nonsense? YES!
Is it funny to point fingers at the pretentious and hypocritical nay-sayers? YES!
However, are we no better then them if we resort to base slapstick humor to point out their hypocrisy?
I ask you sir to consider that there are members (me) and future members and guests of guests who would prefer that we return to the original intent of this forum. What say you? Continue down this path of debauchery to win the battle of the Gabs or return to our earnest mission statement to maintain a civilized forum?
Remember the Mission Statement or forever perish in hell!
1- A forum to create a legal and positive fan-forum experience and culture that everyone of good ethics can and will be proud of which will stand the test of time.
2- RubiniGab was formed as a fan base forum for Mr. Rubini and like-minded content creators where users can proudly share current ideas, philosophies, opinions and research, on current and past events, covering a wide array of topics.
My sole request is that you recognize that the over-the-top college fraternity antics leaves no safe space for a positive experience for the rest of us.
Respectfully submitted,
Libby Biddy Baddy Baby,
CO-Founding Member of RubiniGab
... but Old Bad Ass was having none of it.
RubiniGab.com Q & A / Hell To THE NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Re: RubiniGab: The Delta House Antics
« Last post by DavidRubini on July 17, 2021, 08:24:49 AM »
Libby Biddy Baddy Baby,
My heart is aching for you, I can't stand it
I need your love, am I so demanding?
I'm givin' it up for your love - everything!
Hmmm.... Well I thought about it. You know I'm not playing! You better listen to me!
Every word I've been saying! What's Hot is cold, and what's cold is hot.
Tell ya one damn thang fo sho honey nut...
I'll give it EVERYTHING I have got!
However, I have to be true to myself. I refuse to kowtow to my anti-fans, honey bee! They act like they want my respect but they clearly do not deserve anything but what they deliver and dish.
You don't understand the art and psychology of WAR - not like I do.
I am the MASTER of their desired disaster my sweet tender sugar dumplin'!
TRUST ME!
BELIEVE ME!
My sweet honey sugar muffins... baby... they wanna WAR my super duper sugar smacks crazy lady baby!
So, let's give it to 'em!
Let's GIVE 'EM what they secretly WANT and what they LOVE!
Let's give it to 'em GOOD!
Real GOOD!!!!!!!
And he went FULL FUCKING RUBINI!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpnWwqwwkTU
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Last I checked RubiniGab is Winning
That's how Rubini Rolls , He's gotts the Tiger Blood
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That's how Rubini Rolls , He's gotts the Tiger Blood
Muttley, are you the tail wagging the dog or the dog itself?
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Last I checked RubiniGab is Triggered
That's how Rubini Rolls , He's gotts the Tiger Blood
FIFY
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that blathering wall of poppycock
Oh. Excuse me. Would you have preferred that I had started with the wall of actual actionable evidence, which on its own may well be "poppycock," or did you wish for an experience other than "blathering"? Excuse me further: when was it that your nuts got into the game on this show? Let's reframe this for context... you're already moving directly into diminishment in order to support your point—kudos—and let us remind yourself... are you even on trial here? Oh, yeah. Right. Sure, I remember now.
So, this is serious business. Great.
you spent your time typing that even remotely bears a resemblance to that of which could be considered "in context."
I have a lot of spare time that can be spent in quiet contemplation with or without context. For example, I do not masturbate myself these days, largely because suffering through the sudden bouts of nausea that flow through my torso when I consider the consequences of what had just happened. I don't even remember what I was compelled to for at all anymore. I once thought it was a pleasurable and healthy way to pass your teeth. I don't know. I really don't. Essentially I saw it as a large brown elephant. It's still in the way. It's taking up space in my car, in my storage box, in the front seat. Why did I need to put this in my car and drive it back and forth at all? No joy in seeing it and imagining its use for a forward time.
You would be surprised by the amount of details I am in position to elaborate on, that is position if not need. I simply do not desire to, truly, in spite of what some have said. Truth be told I have no idea what people are separated from each other by, and I really do not wish to make anything worse for anyone.
Nothing could possibly be worse than where this horseshit has gone. It's been well over a year, and the progress forward in what should have been a reasonably simple project... moving out... has been stuffed up to a degree that I can only describe as "willful foot dragging." I suspected this behavior for some time now, and last night, this behavior was openly acknowledged.
Oh. So you do see that. Well then. How would one explain this over here? And then? And then where? Okay, who sharpens that? Etc. Simple problem solving. It should be.
So when someone can't figure out how to cogently answer questions after spending much of the day doing little to nothing at all, it means that someone is not willing to find out even to themselves what is going on in their lives.
One thing would be, a person is simply busy in their day. Okay, great. Doing what? I have no wish to be nosy. Surely people have privacy within relationship. I certainly feel as though I should have some. But I'll talk about my day. I won't deliberately keep secrets. I would prefer not to. I would prefer to know them and either forget them or share them.
Here's a secret for you, BellGab. Ms. Maid and Innerreach have been friends for longer than I have ever known each of them, I do not know either of them all that well--at all--and for the last several weeks, rather than actually explain to me that she is making time with this person on the side, never sharing their conversations with me, and spending time with each other in conversation on Instagram—spicy—about... well, who knows.
They used to talk about rape a little bit, I guess. Maybe they talked about how she screamed and carried on all the time for the last eight months? I know I called IR very soon after she threw a stick at my head and felled me to the gorund like an oak.
I like IR. I enjoy talking to him, and I've talked to them both at the same time before. For like, maybe five minutes. That's it. He invited she and I to "appear" on his podcast. Together. The three of us. I was tentatively enthusiastic.
Then, of course, she wandered off and spent more time talking to other people--people who were not only free themselves from coordinated, focused efforts on stymying my communciation—but were not being messed with themselves.
Now, meanwhile, for weeks it's been, every time I call this person she shares no details with me, it's as though she has completely blanked our relationship and replaced me with another person. In fact, that happened today: she's got like four phone numbers, and all of them do nothing but forward me to voicemail.
She makes various excuses. "Busy." "Forgot." Oh, do go on. The romance. The joy. The fruit. It's all bullshit.
For one thing, she was in communication with these people before she ever joined the site. For another, the primary complaint I've been receiving about my behavior is that I am too intense when talking about subjects that I have been instructed to simply... not mention.
Imagine my understanding. Refraining from comment, now my speciality. Just shoot me.
#1. It's my response to his punches,
"Punches"? My good sir. Are you not, yourself, the subject of a domestic violence lawsuit in the past? Doesn't a comparison of my statements as "punching" set an aggressive tone in your description of my character in relationship? Why, yes, yes it does... and you don't mind that, that's your bread and butter.
Hang on.
not an act of initial provocation on my part.
You both lied to me in regards to the fact that you had known each other for a long time, and in why you were both talking to me in the first place.
#2. STFU.
First of all, THERE ARE THREE MERMAIDS. This is an important aspect to understand.
1.) Her sister. They both routinely stand in for each other, and as they have their fancy-dancy contact with their ancestors, you know, psychically, they both tend to flip through a lot of personalities and aspects thereof. There's a lot of Geminis around. I don't mind. I like Geminis. She has called them largely, "shifted."
2.) She herself. I met her on Facebook, and when I mentioned BellGab, she feigned innocence, compete and total. She registered at basically no urging from myself whatsoever, in that I said (while believing she knew nothing about the place, when she very certainly did) "This is the most wretched side of The Internet, it knows no lower limit of loathsomeness, you will want to brush your teeth, and your ears after, it's more dangerous than Mos Eisley and 4chan put together." So she blinks briefly, signs up with "Flyingmerkitty" (Imaginative.) and then pokes around on the site... representing herself as having never been there before.
This is key. This is how she behaved with me, OPENLY TO MY FACE, and a great deal of her acting information was simply not accurate at all. I tell her to be careful, the first thing she does is post a link to her Insta with stuff enabled and and the second thing she does is start drinking and finally staring at my face. Oh, no, not that one.
The second thing she does is totally doxx herself with her privacy setttings enabled not at all within weeks of starting this second throwaway account... and blames me instantly for "doxing," right? Becuase instant and loud bellowing is tremendously abusive. It's her brand. Meanwhile, I have gear that has to be equipped now from all over the place... no instructions. No mentors. No documents.
Do I even give a shit? No, not really: I do not. Today, I have come to realize that all of these people focused on my life are focused on my... life. But not to help it.
Who has this much fucking time to sit around and consume content without any kind of turn signals? When did they make that illegal? Why do I even care?
Today is July 17, 2021. I have been observing progress made by various parties. It's all the dumbest shit that's ever been. I dont' want to get in this at all. I thought I would enjoy my time. I don't even rememeber what for. It's always, kiss me here, kiss my three, various parties, sure, whatever.
I can't even think of a good reason to even detail it. You all know what happened: these shitheads though that were out kept going and going and stopped whenever they wanted, and now you're up to 5. Kudos.
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Oh. Excuse me. Would you have preferred that I had started with the wall of actual actionable evidence, which on its own may well be "poppycock," or did you wish for an experience other than "blathering"? Excuse me further: when was it that your nuts got into the game on this show? Let's reframe this for context... you're already moving directly into diminishment in order to support your point—kudos—and let us remind yourself... are you even on trial here? Oh, yeah. Right. Sure, I remember now.
So, this is serious business. Great.
I have a lot of spare time that can be spent in quiet contemplation with or without context. For example, I do not masturbate myself these days, largely because suffering through the sudden bouts of nausea that flow through my torso when I consider the consequences of what had just happened. I don't even remember what I was compelled to for at all anymore. I once thought it was a pleasurable and healthy way to pass your teeth. I don't know. I really don't. Essentially I saw it as a large brown elephant. It's still in the way. It's taking up space in my car, in my storage box, in the front seat. Why did I need to put this in my car and drive it back and forth at all? No joy in seeing it and imagining its use for a forward time.
You would be surprised by the amount of details I am in position to elaborate on, that is position if not need. I simply do not desire to, truly, in spite of what some have said. Truth be told I have no idea what people are separated from each other by, and I really do not wish to make anything worse for anyone.
Nothing could possibly be worse than where this horseshit has gone. It's been well over a year, and the progress forward in what should have been a reasonably simple project... moving out... has been stuffed up to a degree that I can only describe as "willful foot dragging." I suspected this behavior for some time now, and last night, this behavior was openly acknowledged.
Oh. So you do see that. Well then. How would one explain this over here? And then? And then where? Okay, who sharpens that? Etc. Simple problem solving. It should be.
So when someone can't figure out how to cogently answer questions after spending much of the day doing little to nothing at all, it means that someone is not willing to find out even to themselves what is going on in their lives.
One thing would be, a person is simply busy in their day. Okay, great. Doing what? I have no wish to be nosy. Surely people have privacy within relationship. I certainly feel as though I should have some. But I'll talk about my day. I won't deliberately keep secrets. I would prefer not to. I would prefer to know them and either forget them or share them.
Here's a secret for you, BellGab. Ms. Maid and Innerreach have been friends for longer than I have ever known each of them, I do not know either of them all that well--at all--and for the last several weeks, rather than actually explain to me that she is making time with this person on the side, never sharing their conversations with me, and spending time with each other in conversation on Instagram—spicy—about... well, who knows.
They used to talk about rape a little bit, I guess. Maybe they talked about how she screamed and carried on all the time for the last eight months? I know I called IR very soon after she threw a stick at my head and felled me to the gorund like an oak.
I like IR. I enjoy talking to him, and I've talked to them both at the same time before. For like, maybe five minutes. That's it. He invited she and I to "appear" on his podcast. Together. The three of us. I was tentatively enthusiastic.
Then, of course, she wandered off and spent more time talking to other people--people who were not only free themselves from coordinated, focused efforts on stymying my communciation—but were not being messed with themselves.
Now, meanwhile, for weeks it's been, every time I call this person she shares no details with me, it's as though she has completely blanked our relationship and replaced me with another person. In fact, that happened today: she's got like four phone numbers, and all of them do nothing but forward me to voicemail.
She makes various excuses. "Busy." "Forgot." Oh, do go on. The romance. The joy. The fruit. It's all bullshit.
For one thing, she was in communication with these people before she ever joined the site. For another, the primary complaint I've been receiving about my behavior is that I am too intense when talking about subjects that I have been instructed to simply... not mention.
Imagine my understanding. Refraining from comment, now my speciality. Just shoot me.
"Punches"? My good sir. Are you not, yourself, the subject of a domestic violence lawsuit in the past? Doesn't a comparison of my statements as "punching" set an aggressive tone in your description of my character in relationship? Why, yes, yes it does... and you don't mind that, that's your bread and butter.
Hang on.
You both lied to me in regards to the fact that you had known each other for a long time, and in why you were both talking to me in the first place.
First of all, THERE ARE THREE MERMAIDS. This is an important aspect to understand.
1.) Her sister. They both routinely stand in for each other, and as they have their fancy-dancy contact with their ancestors, you know, psychically, they both tend to flip through a lot of personalities and aspects thereof. There's a lot of Geminis around. I don't mind. I like Geminis. She has called them largely, "shifted."
2.) She herself. I met her on Facebook, and when I mentioned BellGab, she feigned innocence, compete and total. She registered at basically no urging from myself whatsoever, in that I said (while believing she knew nothing about the place, when she very certainly did) "This is the most wretched side of The Internet, it knows no lower limit of loathsomeness, you will want to brush your teeth, and your ears after, it's more dangerous than Mos Eisley and 4chan put together." So she blinks briefly, signs up with "Flyingmerkitty" (Imaginative.) and then pokes around on the site... representing herself as having never been there before.
This is key. This is how she behaved with me, OPENLY TO MY FACE, and a great deal of her acting information was simply not accurate at all. I tell her to be careful, the first thing she does is post a link to her Insta with stuff enabled and and the second thing she does is start drinking and finally staring at my face. Oh, no, not that one.
The second thing she does is totally doxx herself with her privacy setttings enabled not at all within weeks of starting this second throwaway account... and blames me instantly for "doxing," right? Becuase instant and loud bellowing is tremendously abusive. It's her brand. Meanwhile, I have gear that has to be equipped now from all over the place... no instructions. No mentors. No documents.
Do I even give a shit? No, not really: I do not. Today, I have come to realize that all of these people focused on my life are focused on my... life. But not to help it.
Who has this much fucking time to sit around and consume content without any kind of turn signals? When did they make that illegal? Why do I even care?
Today is July 17, 2021. I have been observing progress made by various parties. It's all the dumbest shit that's ever been. I dont' want to get in this at all. I thought I would enjoy my time. I don't even rememeber what for. It's always, kiss me here, kiss my three, various parties, sure, whatever.
I can't even think of a good reason to even detail it. You all know what happened: these shitheads though that were out kept going and going and stopped whenever they wanted, and now you're up to 5. Kudos.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGaifbg9I_w
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Actual blathering
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It’s just sad that you’re letting a no-talent hack like Rubini trigger you to this level. The devil has no real sense of humor. He only likes slapstick. ::)
Actual blast her ring. THUD.
I'd be remiss in failing to mention that I am presently engaged in some LTT.
Needs more TS.
MIFFY
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Founding member Elle Bee tried to talk some sense and restraint into Puff the Magic Commander ...
I'm not convinced of this. Also, I should never have taken that right turn at Albequrque. I'm okay with the threshold dose I was given, however. It was nice, especially that warm, easy feeling one can get when one can possess the proper clearances.
This was like a week ago, Officer, why do you ask? Are you looking to pad your script? *click*
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*seethes quietly as the smell of cookies fills the air of a non-descript local Starbucks*
Now this is what I would call an awkward position.
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This pains me RUBINI!
You have stolen my Pride and corrupted my Soul.
And now you befoul my good Name.
Is NOTHING sacred?
A pox on your Mad Tea Party
and deep sorrow for those who suffer in your midst.
You are plainly bereft of good sense and civility.
You shall suffer accordingly.
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This pains me RUBINI!
You have stolen my Pride and corrupted my Soul.
And now you befoul my good Name.
Is NOTHING sacred?
A pox on your Mad Tea Party
and deep sorrow for those who suffer in your midst.
You are plainly bereft of good sense and civility.
You shall suffer accordingly.
(https://i.postimg.cc/8z3mmGtk/no-mercy.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Dear, Laser. No one can steal, corrupt, or befoul your name, your nature, or your very being, without your consent or authority. Stand strong. You're worth it.
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Dear, Laser. No one can steal, corrupt, or befoul your name, your nature, or your very being, without your consent or authority. Stand strong. You're worth it.
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Excerpt from a legal brief en route to authorities:
This is a fake post attributed to me of a fake quote attributed to me,
and it is misappropriation and it does have a corrupting influence.
Of course, it also highlights Rubini's hypocrisy and lack of ethics.
This cad has a long history of criminal and unethical behaviour,
all the while professing a perverted version of honour and principle.
Rubini is a sociopath, a thief, a liar, a DOXXER and a rapist.
He is also a grandstanding idiot with no clue as to what happens next.
PITY THE FOOL!
BTW @Edwardosoiny - that's him shitting on the sidelines.
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Excerpt from a legal brief en route to authorities:
He is also a grandstanding idiot with no clue as to what happens next.
PITY THE FOOL!
BTW @Edwardosoiny - that's him shitting on the sidelines.
;) ;D :-*
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The Devotion of a Soul
A Hex On D. Rubini
Black candles I light in your honour,
Lord Satan.
I invoke you this precious moment.
Your sigil I have drawn.
I cut my flesh.
I give you, Satan,
a new life force.
His blood is spilled for your victory.
Go into him as he lets down his gaurd.
Your essence consumes his soul.
He is yours,
forever and eternally.
How could I love anyone more than you?
It is not possible.
I live for you.
His body is yours to make your Will manifest.
his mind given to you,
to create what you desire us to know.
My spirit declares your glory everywhere I travel.
This soul is my ultimate sacrifice to you,
my Master...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aWwzVgNc124
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Please don't do that. There are way better ways to get authentic justice.
The dark side will always cheat you, and fuck you over in the end. Trust me, Azz. Please dump Sucky satan. Please!
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Satan's Call
You will often hear people talk about how they feel 'called' to do something. This is often in reference to a career or a particular kind of lifestyle. For some, being married and having a family is something they have wanted since childhood, while others choose the single life. There are those who feel a powerful need to dedicate their life to being an athlete or artist. If the call is strong enough, they won't be happy until they answer it and live out what they know they were born to do.
Yet there is a call much more powerful than any of the above—Satan's call.
Do you remember that special moment when you first heard him calling you? Think about it for a moment. Did he whisper in your ear? Caress your mind in a dream? Or was it through a sign that he gave as you walked in a quiet place?
When Satan first makes himself known, it can stir up a variety of emotions. Since his energy is very intense, you might feel fear at first, but then it will turn into awe. Even though this was his first known communication with you, he most likely has always been a part of your life.
Satan chooses to reveal himself to some people at a very young age. If you were a child, Satan might have let you know he was with you by showing you a sign in a subtle way so as not to scare you. He knew the best way to do it, and in a way that you would remember. He might have remained silent for the next few years until you were ready to accept his invitation to follow him.
It is believed by many, including myself, that if a child experiences signs of Satan's presence, it could mean that they worshipped him in a previous life. Herbert Arthur Sloane, the founder and High Priest of Our Lady of Endor Coven, saw Satan when he was only three years old. He was one of the fortunate few to experience Satan's magick before the corruption of age.
In other cases, Satan may wait until a person is a teenager or an older adult. The important thing is that you heard him and answered. He knew the exact time when you were ready to hear his voice and to begin learning about him.
No matter when Satan chooses to call you, it will be the most profound event in your life. He saw something special in you, and of all the people in the world... he chose YOU!
Now take some time to reflect on your relationship with Satan. Read a favourite passage in a text you consider sacred or play a song that reminds you of him. If you have never kept a spiritual/magical journal, now might be a good time to start. Write down your thoughts and put them in a safe place.
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Please don't do that. There are way better ways to get authentic justice.
The dark side will always cheat you, and fuck you over in the end. Trust me, Azz. Please dump Sucky satan. Please!
yes, the devil is a liar..the worst liar...Starr is right.
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Please don't do that. There are way better ways to get authentic justice.
Rubini must pay for his sins. They are Legion.
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From Inside The Mind of a Psychic Warlord Avenging His Reality Through Magic & Ethics
https://youtu.be/d1at_VazBys
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the devil is a liar..the worst liar...
Well Rubini's soul belongs to the Prince of Darkness now. The ritual is complete!
Rubini confessed to me, a while back, on one of the few occasions that we spoke, that he used to be really fat. That's why he calls everyone else fat. Insecurity!
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[Rubini] shall suffer accordingly.
Nothing suffocates one more than the passing of everyday human events.
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Nothing suffocates one more than the passing of everyday human events.
And isolation is the oxygen mask we make mankind breathe in to survive.
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The ritual is complete!
Scattered the afterbirth ?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bouHLD7u58
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Scattered the afterbirth ?
Rephrase question.
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Rephrase question.
Want to know what you meant ...
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Want to know what you meant ...
I have successfully put a curse on the rapist.
Ill shall befall him from here on out.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bouHLD7u58
BTW: huge fan of your content.
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BTW: huge fan of your content.
Excellent! ;) ;D :-*
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Well Rubini's soul belongs to the Prince of Darkness now. The ritual is complete!
OK :)
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Those are some well Crafted .gifs right there, my fiend! Noice, is it your work?
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Those are some well Crafted .gifs right there, my fiend! Noice, is it your work?
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Nah, man.
They're Giphy reposts.
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OK :)
Apparently I'm a Satanist. LOL.
I think someone's got me confused with Michael Decon.
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RubiniGab ... Now resurrected
The prophecy foretold the Followers of RubiniGab would be persecuted during the End Times ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PntDI9QKqx0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=324P6XQWW8w
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:D :D :D SASSY :D :D :D
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https://youtu.be/4TCBdXGDivk
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The prophecy foretold the Followers of RubiniGab would be persecuted during the End Times ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PntDI9QKqx0
Classic Nyewalker.
Good dog.
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:D :D :D SASSY :D :D :D
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https://youtu.be/4TCBdXGDivk
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Just so that I'm clear... Hether Wade has not made a come back since March or April of this year... But Rubini is back now? Does he have a real show being broadcast yet?
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ℝ𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕪_𝔻𝕦𝕓𝕓
New cartoon character
(https://i.postimg.cc/jd4rjg5q/Rubby-Dubb.png) (https://postimages.org/)
Not a real broadcaster
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This does look tasty
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Just so that I'm clear... Hether Wade has not made a come back since March or April of this year... But Rubini is back now? Does he have a real show being broadcast yet?
Rubby is just playing his usual farmyard forum game, flinging mud and wallowing in his own swill.
He says he'll make a comeback someday, maybe when his legal troubles are over. Hah!
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Does [Rubini] have a real show being broadcast yet?
NEVER (https://cutt.ly/Qm1Yv1a)
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The prophecy foretold the Followers of RubiniGab would be persecuted during the End Times ...
We may not pay Satan reverence, for that would be indiscreet, but we can at least respect his talents.
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Rubby is just playing his usual farmyard forum game, flinging mud and wallowing in his own swill...
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
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RubiniGab is about the Love
RubiniGab Mission Statement (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=18a3b2abb6af14896620fc8c872606b4&page=1)
RubiniGab was created by Mr. Rubini and partner Elle Bee to right all the wrongdoings and misdeeds by AzzGab
The mission of RubiniGab is to create a positive forum experience which will stand the test of time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfVf-AyfYwM
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RubiniGab is about the Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfVf-AyfYwM
:-* LOVE :-*
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RubiniGab is about the Love
RubiniGab Mission Statement
RubiniGab was created by Mr. Rubini and partner Elle Bee to right all the wrongdoings and misdeeds by AzzGab
The mission of RubiniGab is to create a positive forum experience which will stand the test of time
RubiniGab
Mission Statement
DAVID RUBINI Fan Forum RubiniGab was created by Mr. Rubini and partner Elle Bee to right all the wrongdoings and misdeeds by BellGab ownership and management who collectively participated in organized gangstalking, cyberbullying, spying, keylogging, character assassination and brutal harassment of hosts Art Bell, George Senda, Douglas Dietrich, Heather Wade and David Rubini.
The mission of RubiniGab is to create a legal and positive fan-forum experience and culture that everyone of good ethics can and will be proud of which will stand the test of time Vs. sheepishly and abruptly shutting down and hiding in dishonorable shame and fear due to vicious criminal, unethical, (demonic and hateful) activities.
The ultimate goal of RubiniGab is to build a fan forum for Mr. Rubini and like-minded content creators where users can proudly share current ideas, philosophies, opinions and research, on current and past events etc. covering a wide array of subjects and topics not limited to: radio, podcasts, film, tv, news, business, positive energy, peace, prosperity, love, relationships, news, politics, sports, entertainment, health, spirituality, wealth, self-improvement, education, homemaking, arts and crafts, home and garden. And in the Bell tradition - the controversial and fascinating areas of ancient mysteries, conspiracy truth and of course, the paranormal.
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RubiniGab is about the Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfVf-AyfYwM
I am going to pay this guy to make one saying my name, is he on Fiverr?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-VMUzfZA1k
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wK8ziZo9_fk
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#RUBINI LOVE THE KING OF LOVE AND SASSY ASS! #RUBINI MAGIC
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Start @ 1:27:00 He talks mad shit about Azzerae! What a douche!
https://anchor.fm/michaeldecon/episodes/Dr--Kevin-McCairn-x-David-Rubini---Corona-Chan-epnne0
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#RUBINI LOVE THE KING OF LOVE AND SASSY ASS! #RUBINI MAGIC
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Start @ 1:27:00 He talks mad shit about Azzerae! What a douche!
https://anchor.fm/michaeldecon/episodes/Dr--Kevin-McCairn-x-David-Rubini---Corona-Chan-epnne0
I dove in around 1:45 but the stream snagged at 2:03.
Rubini: "What was that chick's name who freaked out?"
He could not mention Heather Wade by name. Disrespect? Jealousy?
Rubini may be a goof, but he is actually more intelligent than Deacon.
Rubini: "Jesus was a hippie."
Deacon: "Jesus was a Muslim."
As for Rubini's bio, more likely, our boy is now divorced and homeless,
either sleeping in his truck, a motel, a hotel or maybe a warehouse.
He supports himself delivering pizza or whatever Uber Eats has to offer.
https://www.mylife.com/david-rubini/e734174272806
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Rubby is just playing his usual farmyard forum game, flinging mud and wallowing in his own swill.
He says he'll make a comeback someday, maybe when his legal troubles are over. Hah!
Thanks I was worried that he was going to be the new "legacy."
NEVER (https://cutt.ly/Qm1Yv1a)
Maybe not... I can't see how he would manage unless he were to team up with a heavy hitter like Heather for publicity.
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Rubini may be a goof, but he is actually more intelligent than Deacon.
#TRUTH
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Start @ 1:27:00 He talks mad shit about Azzerae! What a douche!
anchor.fm/michaeldecon/episodes/dr-kevin-mccairn-x-david-rubini-corona-chan (https://anchor.fm/michaeldecon/episodes/Dr--Kevin-McCairn-x-David-Rubini---Corona-Chan-epnne0)
More canon fodder, yo.
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Good lookin'!
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Thanks I was worried that he was going to be the new "legacy."
Maybe not... I can't see how he would manage unless he were to team up with a heavy hitter like Heather for publicity.
He tried and she rejected his advances.
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So soon?
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Rubini's baby is turning blue before our eyes..
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So soon?
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Rubini's baby is turning blue before our eyes..
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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Its only ever a matter of time.
Rapist Rubini doesn't know who THE FUCK he's dealin' with.
The war is fuckin' on (https://cutt.ly/dm2nXCd), brah!
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As for Rubini's bio, more likely, our boy is now divorced and homeless,
either sleeping in his truck, a motel, a hotel or maybe a warehouse.
He supports himself delivering pizza or whatever Uber Eats has to offer.
www.mylife.com/david-rubini (https://www.mylife.com/david-rubini/e734174272806)
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But them jooze always keep a few shekels tucked, neh?!
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Start @ 1:27:00 1:44:40 He talks mad shit about Azzerae! What a douche!
anchor.fm/michaeldecon/episodes/dr-kevin-mccairn-x-david-rubini-corona-chan (https://anchor.fm/michaeldecon/episodes/Dr--Kevin-McCairn-x-David-Rubini---Corona-Chan-epnne0)
FIFY
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I think its about time Rapist Rubini stopped riding a dead man's coattails under the guise of being his hashtag "legacy."
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Disrespect? Jealousy?
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No one wants Rapist Rubini at their table come lunch.
How sad-- pottering around his hollow forum and empty threads, talking to himself (about himself).
This is what crazy looks like.
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No one wants Rapist Rubini at their table come lunch.
How sad-- pottering around his hollow forum and empty threads, talking to himself (about himself).
This is what crazy looks like.
#Disturbing #SAD
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And attributing doctored posts to existing quotes in an effort to tailgate the truth?
Mawkish, and crude.
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And attributing doctored posts to existing quotes in an effort to tailgate the truth?
Mawkish, and crude.
It was also in this bar just like a flavor with the butter children.
(The salsa in this bar tastes like it was flavored with the blood of children.)
It's getting increasingly harder to find a good voice recognizer these days. Did one of you sell your souls for a drink or something? It's brutal out here.
Signed,
The Equalizer (https://youtu.be/UlIGTjs2T9k?t=0).
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4suKdWOFDUE
What is wrong with that little wriggler? Looks sickly and congested.
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Maybe needs more LIQUID!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4suKdWOFDUE
What is wrong with that little wriggler? Looks sickly and congested.
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Maybe needs more LIQUID!
I was honestly horrified at how long that baby was underwater. #💩 parenting
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I was honestly horrified at how long that baby was underwater. #💩 parenting
Somebody has to save this little bugger.
It sure it ain't gonna be the Commander ... of the Pequod.
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https://youtu.be/r5ikCA2GC80
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https://youtu.be/r5ikCA2GC80
Why?!
Its (currently) gotta be some of the most hilarious content this side of the net.
For all the wrong reasons.
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Why?!
Its (currently) gotta be some of the most hilarious content this side of the net.
For all the wrong reasons.
And embarrassing! :-[
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And embarrassing! :-[
Which is all the better.
Its kinda like rubberneckin' while you drive past a car crash.
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Which is all the better.
Its kinda like rubberneckin' while you drive past a car crash.
:P
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RubiniGab is now the greatest source of amusement in the BellGab universe.
It is important BellGab canon, at this point.
I love to go there and laugh at what the crazy yid has going on.
He's nothing if not a jester in the court of public opinion.
Keep doin' ya thing, Ruby.
And I'll keep doin' mine.
And who knows?!
Perhaps I'll even talk to you some day.
Thats a maybe.
So don't get too excited.
/massive rolleyes
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https://youtu.be/r5ikCA2GC80
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Poor Rubini! Now he is hopelessly trounced.
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"Full Member," heh.
I've gotta "full member" for ya!
Ah, The Rubby, what a clown.
https://youtu.be/xeRFfyD72dE
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Poor Rubini! Now he is hopelessly trounced.
Is he seriously just now realizing this? ???
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This isn't really you (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?action=profile;u=49), right?
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Small victories (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=284.msg538;topicseen#msg538), eh.
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Small victories (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=284.msg538;topicseen#msg538), eh.
Imagine being this elated over something this insignificant.
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Fake Ciardelo (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?action=profile;u=28), and 16 stray socks...
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...16 stray socks...
Or is it 38?!
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You can see what a problem this puppetry can be and the confusion it can cause.
You may have actually thought for a moment that Rubini had enticed me to his lair.
There is no way that would ever happen. There is also no way Rubini will be forgiven.
This isn't really you (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?action=profile;u=49), right?
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This pains me RUBINI!
You have stolen my Pride and corrupted my Soul.
And now you befoul my good Name.
Is NOTHING sacred?
A pox on your Mad Tea Party
and deep sorrow for those who suffer in your midst.
You are plainly bereft of good sense and civility.
You shall suffer accordingly.
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Excerpt from a legal brief en route to authorities:
This is a fake post attributed to me of a fake quote attributed to me,
and it is misappropriation and it does have a corrupting influence.
Of course, it also highlights Rubini's hypocrisy and lack of ethics.
This cad has a long history of criminal and unethical behaviour,
all the while professing a perverted version of honour and principle.
Rubini is a sociopath, a thief, a liar, a DOXXER and a rapist.
He is also a grandstanding idiot with no clue as to what happens next.
PITY THE FOOL!
BTW @Edwardosoiny - that's him shitting on the sidelines.
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You can see what a problem this puppetry can be and the confusion it can cause.
Take the matter up with my golem at the front desk. I'm too busy listening to my dolphins play with Grapefruit’s balls.
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stray
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I'm...busy listening to my dolphins play with Grapefruit’s balls.
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my golem
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You may have actually thought for a moment that Rubini had enticed me to his lair.
I felt there was a very slim chance that'd happen.
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Take the matter up with my golem at the front desk. I'm too busy listening to my dolphins play with Grapefruit’s balls.
You must live in a sparkling wonderland.
Life is not so forgiving in the matrix.
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There is also no way Rubini will be forgiven.
#RAPISTRUBINI (https://cutt.ly/Cm4KTZz)
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I felt there was a very slim chance that'd happen.
You see? It's that very slim chance aspect that will always bother me.
Rubini is anathema.
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It's that very slim chance aspect that will always bother me.
In all fairness, I shoulda known better.
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Rubini just Wins !!!
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Rubini just Wins !!!
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Yes, winning at sucking is he. The best internet spammer!
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Rubini is anathema.
The price of legend is dust, ashes, and a whole lotta speeding tickets.
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You must live in a sparkling wonderland.
We all fall down.
Life is not so forgiving in the matrix.
When Laurence is done teaching me how to fly, dodge bullets, and blacken tuna, I will send him your way.
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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe: attack ships on fire off the shores of Orion; Punyling foreskins appearing suddenly out of thin air, as buckets of soup rain from the sky; LEO professionals spontaneously handcuffing themselves to the wall in the first light of The Sun, that kind of thing.
Yes, winning at sucking is he.
But I've never seen levels of cope like this in my life. This is nuts. What f****** planet is this? Does it need any more enemas? That appears to be all I’ve brought, or all I've ever needed to bring. Christ.
The best internet spammer!
I think I'm gonna start throwing sticks. I think I'm beginning to see the point.
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Yes, winning at sucking is he.
I spread like a highly infectious disease, getting free promo off the back of Art Bell's very producer!
Not bad for some 4 foot 10 "midget-tranny" from Southern Africa, yeah?
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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe: attack ships on fire off the shores of Orion...
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Rubini just Wins !!!
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I think we have different definitions of what winning is exactly.
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... Rubini had enticed me to his lair....
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I think we have different definitions of what winning is exactly.
That's what you call a sore winner!
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I wonder if Rubini will call in to the GabCast tonight, to confront me once and for all.
I don't get why he's so mad-- after all he did tell me to "GO AWAY," and so, I did.
Is there any more to it?
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The ghost of Ciardelo is sounding nasty in his old age.
More like Metron, actually.
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The ghost of Ciardelo is sounding nasty in his old age.
More like Metron, actually.
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So jelly! Remember how myke used to pop in at the end of every Gabcast just to shit talk it and Bellgab? I do and it reminds me of that. Pretty sure they obsessively read our posts here. I haven’t used the term pea-brained in awhile but I did just a few posts ago and now, here it is being parroted back to us.
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So jelly! Remember how myke used to pop in at the end of every Gabcast just to shit talk it and Bellgab? I do
now, here it is being parroted back to us.
Once more: with feeling.
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Once more: with feeling.
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https://youtu.be/WYfljBCpmE4
No one understands Ugly Billy Kid Talent Joel like we do.
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Rubini casts out another real member.
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Get within spitting distance of a demon and you will be spat on.
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Rubini casts out another real member.
(https://i.postimg.cc/dtc5pCJX/RG.png) (https://postimages.org/)
Get within spitting distance of a demon and you will be spat on.
At least it was nice of him to call Suki a trader and not a traitor. ;)
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Get within spitting distance of a demon and you will be spat on.
Can I have some input on your post? Maybe some batshit spewing out into a garden providing nutrients for berries? You know, until some really clever German scientists figured out the secret to phosphates, that was really all you had... Fruit bats shitting on your lawn. (Imagine the square dance calling.)
Look, look, read, read: all of this is completely unnecessary with the brand-spankin’ new Exotic upgrade to the psychokinetic shielding technology that I have introduced to your planet, quite so you don't have to deal with these kind of irritating issues so much. (I told you, so many times even I don't remember: I'm here only to help. I'm not here to force technology on you. I can't even f****** get you people to use consonants.)
On the other hand, if you want to keep on being bigoted & prejudiced against people who just happen to believe things that are slightly different from what you believe in, please by all means... be my guest. I mean, what can possibly go wrong get out, ashes from the walls, blood dripping from the ceiling, perfect possession with your ATM card and a brand new pin number for your cell phone, honestly, just keep on carrying on how you have been.
(Father Malachi says, “Jesus Christ, thank God they just pushed me down the stairs. I can't handle all this new fangled s***. How does this Hungarian handle it? I'm just losing my mind watching him get this pulled this off.”
I'm not going to lie, Mike's a little salty these days. I wonder if it makes the wine more savory?)
I mean, everything's working out all right so far, right? Now call me if you'll excuse me, I have to go see a man about a fuel pool and some ice cold horseshoes. Peace
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call Suki a trader and not a traitor. ;)
Ah, there it is, there it is... this is my area.
Everybody relax. I'm here. I'll take care of this. You're welcome.
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At least it was nice of him to call Suki a trader and not a traitor. ;)
What a dumbass NIGGER JEW KIKE.
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Rubini casts out another real member.
(https://i.postimg.cc/dtc5pCJX/RG.png) (https://postimages.org/)
Get within spitting distance of a demon and you will be spat on.
Unless you are proactive.
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Can I have some input on your post? Maybe some batshit spewing out into a garden providing nutrients for berries? You know, until some really clever German scientists figured out the secret to phosphates, that was really all you had... Fruit bats shitting on your lawn. (Imagine the square dance calling.)
Look, look, read, read: all of this is completely unnecessary with the brand-spankin’ new Exotic upgrade to the psychokinetic shielding technology that I have introduced to your planet, quite so you don't have to deal with these kind of irritating issues so much. (I told you, so many times even I don't remember: I'm here only to help. I'm not here to force technology on you. I can't even f****** get you people to use consonants.)
On the other hand, if you want to keep on being bigoted & prejudiced against people who just happen to believe things that are slightly different from what you believe in, please by all means... be my guest. I mean, what can possibly go wrong get out, ashes from the walls, blood dripping from the ceiling, perfect possession with your ATM card and a brand new pin number for your cell phone, honestly, just keep on carrying on how you have been.
(Father Malachi says, “Jesus Christ, thank God they just pushed me down the stairs. I can't handle all this new fangled s***. How does this Hungarian handle it? I'm just losing my mind watching him get this pulled this off.”
I'm not going to lie, Mike's a little salty these days. I wonder if it makes the wine more savory?)
I mean, everything's working out all right so far, right? Now call me if you'll excuse me, I have to go see a man about a fuel pool and some ice cold horseshoes. Peace
Horny devil or thorny devil? Your choice.
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Elle Bee has been such a stablizing influence on Rubini,
I think we can now call RubiniGab something like RubellaGab.
Frankly, though, it never occured to me that Elle Bee might be Lilith Brig.
Lilith sounded like such a sweet and somewhat frail older woman
when she called into Young Stolp and praised Tim Ozman and Rubini on air.
Elle Bee sounds much younger and apparently has a solid business sense.
She enters the chatroom here about 12 minutes in:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAM3SsEI-_I&list=PL4Qqg-VdBZY0Lp3B-oJm-brxru_EXlhnc&index=10
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Elle Bee has been such a stablizing influence on Rubini,
I think we can now call RubiniGab something like RubellaGab.
Frankly, though, it never occured to me that Elle Bee might be Lilith Brig.
Lilith sounded like such a sweet and somewhat frail older woman
when she called into Young Stolp and praised Tim Ozman and Rubini on air.
Elle Bee sounds much younger and apparently has a solid business sense.
She enters the chatroom here about 12 minutes in:
Nope. It’s Jack’s (Rubini’s?) dingbat GF who claimed Rubini date raped her in Dallas. ::) to infinity
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...Elle Bee might be Lilith Brig...
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...Jack’s...GF...claimed Rubini date raped her in Dallas...
He did.
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He did.
Really?! Then why does she still associate with him and refer to him as “commander?”
Lee was right. It’s all “pro” wrestling with this lot.
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Nope. It’s Jack’s (Rubini’s?) dingbat GF who claimed Rubini date raped her in Dallas. ::) to infinity
Neither Allicat Lotus IMO.
The real Elle Bee has a website and sells stuff.
And SMM was never Rubeanie's GF, as far as she was concerned, or him.
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Really?! Then why does she still associate with him and refer to him as “commander?”
Lee was right. It’s all “pro” wrestling with this lot.
Indeed.
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Is this shit getting boring yet?
https://youtu.be/ZaMX0Cs5Bc4
It really seems like a wash, rinse, repeat of prior shenanigans.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Is this shit getting boring yet?
https://youtu.be/ZaMX0Cs5Bc4
It really seems like a wash, rinse, repeat of prior shenanigans.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
Yup…
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Really?!
Yes. Really.
Then why does she still associate with him and refer to him as “commander?”
She doesn't. That's what he brainwashed her to call him back when he was grooming her to be raped and trafficked.
He is digging up old emails and posts, making certain things up out of whole cloth and trying everything he can to make it seem like what happened didn't happen.
Lee was right. It’s all “pro” wrestling with this lot.
None of this is kayfabe on the part of the woman who was assaulted. Rubini is the one who is still treating it as a joke.
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Is this shit getting boring yet?
It really seems like a wash, rinse, repeat of prior shenanigans.
Its not a matter of boring. A woman was raped. This is a highly serious and delicate matter.
Not just words on a screen.
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https://youtu.be/JtQMP3FB66w
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People are free to believe what they want to, of course but I do remember things like her voice (and that’s hers) and the fact that her support of Rubini has been post her rape allegations. You can believe what you want but I’m with the majority opinion here that their shit has gotten beyond boring and I choose not to be taken in by these no-talent charlatans anymore. Like Lee, I saw through their attempted bullshit about 5 minutes into it.
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People are free to believe what they want to, of course but I do remember things like her voice (and that’s hers) and the fact that her support of Rubini has been post her rape allegations. You can believe what you want but I’m with the majority opinion here that their shit has gotten beyond boring and I choose not to be taken in by these no-talent charlatans anymore. Like Lee, I saw through their attempted bullshit about 5 minutes into it.
You might remember things like SMM's voice (which is perhaps similar to Elle Bee),
but it doesn't sound like you listened to very much of what was actually said in the chat.
Elle Bee, her business IRL, her long associations in BellGab, all set her apart from SMM.
Without foundation, you are presenting as fact SMM's support of Rubeanie post allegations.
In your words, you are free to believe what you want to, but it is only your opinion.
She has zero support for DVR and he has zero support for her IMO.
BTW, the whole overdone drama - boring, absolutely.
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People are free to believe what they want to, of course but I do remember things like her voice (and that’s hers) ... You can believe what you want but I’m with the majority opinion here that their shit has gotten beyond boring and I choose not to be taken in by these no-talent charlatans anymore. Like Lee, I saw through their attempted bullshit about 5 minutes into it.
If your own mother came to you and told you she was raped, would you be going on about how people can believe what they want, and how boring it all was?
Its pretty sad that all you can add to the conversation around a real, live, sexual assault is how much it distracts from your own, personal capacity for being entertained.
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Her support of Rubini has been post her rape allegations...
You clearly have no idea how deep a sociopath drills down into the psyche of their host and is able to control their actions, nor how long the trauma can last.
A rapist grooms their victim from the very beginning of the relationship they foster with them, and is capable of controlling said persons entire mind.
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This isn't a joke, and it isn't entertainment.
A crime was perpetrated.
We need justice.
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I wasn't there for Space Meow Maid when she first told me what had happened to her.
I said nothing, because I didn't know WHAT to say. And I regret that.
But somebody needs to stand up and do something about this.
I'm disgusted as to how quiet almost everyone is about it.
Just close your tab and move on to the next post, because it makes you uncomfortable?
It seems people couldn't give less of a shit!
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I know Space Meow Maid well, and she is my IRL friend.
I'm absolutely heartbroken at what Rubini got away with.
And you don't know her like I do, so I get how you lack context.
Hopefully now, you are more informed.
None of this is about opinion, either.
Its a factual account of real events.
So, I ask you, to treat it with the seriousness it deserves.
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This isn't just empty content to talk about on podcasts or post on forums.
ITS REAL LIFE!
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I am so sorry if anyone is raped, but from a woman's point of view.. who sends nude pics to a man online that she never met, runs miles away to meet them and stay with them and doesn't have the sense to know what will happen.??.??? Does Rubini come off as anywhere near a "gentleman"? Come on.
Sorry if she was raped and no, she didn't "ask for it ", but someone with such low common sense is going to get in a lot of trouble in this sick world. If she is still consorting with sicko Rubini as Elle Bee, I have no understanding of this or sympathy for her.. sorry. that's how I feel. Now i am so tired of hearing about this with what is going on in this world, I hope people will just drop it. I will not say another word about it.. I wish her well but enough is enough.
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I am so sorry if anyone is raped, but from a woman's point of view.. who sends nude pics to a man online that she never met, runs miles away to meet them and stay with them and doesn't have the sense to know what will happen.??.???
I'd say sending nudes is commonplace today-- with sites like Tinder being a place where people hook up.
Does Rubini come off as anywhere near a "gentleman"? Come on.
Sorry if she was raped and no, she didn't "ask for it ", but someone with such low common sense is going to get in a lot of trouble in this sick world...
Well, Rubini lured her in under the auspices of teaching her how to become a broadcaster.
Then, when she got there, things took a dark turn and he sexually assaulted her.
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I'd say sending nudes is commonplace today-- with sites like Tinder being a place where people hook up.
Well, Rubini lured her in under the auspices of teaching her how to become a broadcaster.
Then, when she got there, things took a dark turn and he sexually assaulted her.
Tinder for hookups..(whatever) not for a broadcasting job
sending nude pics for a broadcasting position? I'm sorry I never heard of such a thing. She was obviously leading the relationship to be a sexual one by sending nudes.. I don't really want to discuss this anymore.. I don't even care.
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People are free to believe what they want to, of course but I do remember things like her voice (and that’s hers) and the fact that her support of Rubini has been post her rape allegations. You can believe what you want but I’m with the majority opinion here that their shit has gotten beyond boring and I choose not to be taken in by these no-talent charlatans anymore. Like Lee, I saw through their attempted bullshit about 5 minutes into it.
Damn, I misread your post. I thought you were talking about Jackstar, not SMM. I talk with her frequently and I can assure you that she can barely talk about DVR without crying or getting triggered. However, I think Jacko has a special place in his heart for Rubini at times, but that could all just be his dark satire humor.
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I thought you were talking about Jackstar, not SMM. I talk with her frequently and I can assure you that she can barely talk about DVR without crying or getting triggered...
Exactly.
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i am so tired of hearing about this with what is going on in this world, I hope people will just drop it.
Conspiracy theories about the clandestine lizard people and "illuminati" running the world is more important than actual, real life events now?
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ASUKA / RICHARD = HISTORY
Friday at 08:37:21 AM
I WISH FORMER RUBINIGABBERS ASUKA AND RICHARD WELL BUT THEY ARE NO LONGER INVITED TO BE CONNECTED WITH "RUBINI" AT-LARGE.
REASONS:
1. CAVALIERLY TAKING PLEASURE IN HURTING THEIR FRIENDS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
2. CAVALIERLY TAKING PLEASURE IN HURTING THEIR ENEMIES WHO ONCE WERE FRIENDS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
3. CAVALIERLY STEREOTYPING / BEING DISRESPECTFUL TO WOMEN, GAYS, AFRICAN AMERICANS, MEXICANS AND JEWS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
4. BECAUSE I AM A MAN AND NOT A BART, CHEFIST, MV, KUCZI OR A ANTONIO OR A JEFF, STARWARZTOYZ OR AZZ-TYPE.
TRANSLATION = KING OF THE JUNGLE. I RULE THE ROOST. I AM NO CUCK OR PUSSY LIKE THE AFOREMENTIONED WEAKLINGS.
I AM THE BOSS. I AM COMMANDER RUBINI.
LET IT BE WRITTEN. LET IT BE DONE.
THE COMMANDER HAS SPOKEN. LONG LIVE THE COMMANDER.
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Its not a matter of boring. A woman was raped. This is a highly serious and delicate matter.
Not just words on a screen.
I hope the police were immediately contacted and charges filed against the rapist. Other than that, to me it IS just words on a screen. I hope there is enough evidence of the crime that the rapist can be nailed to the wall, go to jail and get raped by his fellow inmates. Justice, and all that.
If this RubiniGab b/s is some sort of convoluted Criminal Defense maneuver to escape conviction on charges of Rape, it is even more boring AND stupid as that shit will be inadmissible in Court, I believe.
I feel badly for MurMaiden, I recommended at the time that it was probably a BAD idea to have anything to do with "The Rubby." Apparently, I was correct. Remember, one of the biggest planks in the MAPA campaign is "Don't Be Stupid."
pate/K_Dubb 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum" & "WHO farted in the elevator?"
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If your own mother came to you and told you she was raped, would you be going on about how people can believe what they want, and how boring it all was?
Its pretty sad that all you can add to the conversation around a real, live, sexual assault is how much it distracts from your own, personal capacity for being entertained.
That clown live-streamed this shit?
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Case closed.
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Exactly.
I really need to stop glancing at posts and actually read them! I feel like a DICK.
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Conspiracy theories about the clandestine lizard people and "illuminati" running the world is more important than actual, real life events now?
They are not conspiracy theories.. If you can't see what is happening in the world i have no more respect for your judgment. I don't know what happened to this woman.. God Bless her. whatever.. but you need to wake the hell up!
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That clown live-streamed this shit?
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I really need to stop glancing at posts and actually read them! I feel like a DICK.
Don't feel alone, feel in fashion.
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They are not conspiracy theories.. I don't know what happened to this woman.. God Bless her. whatever.. but you need to wake the hell up!
All I'm saying is when rape gets met with a shrug it boggles my mind.
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If you can't see what is happening in the world i have no more respect for your judgment.
EDUCATE ME!
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PLEASE.
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i have no more respect for your judgment...
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To me it IS just words on a screen.
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EDUCATE ME!
PLEASE.
I have been trying.If nothing has sunk in by now..you are a hopeless case
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I hope there is enough evidence of the crime that the rapist can be nailed to the wall, go to jail and get raped by his fellow inmates.
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All I'm saying is when rape gets met with a shrug it boggles my mind.
i never shrugged it off.. you are twisting my words.. leave me alone
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I have been trying.If nothing has sunk in by now..you are a hopeless case
Hey, I was just debating your ideas. There's no need to get pissy.
Its just weird to me that "the state of the world" and what people see on fringe YouTube channels has become more important than interpersonal relations with real people we run in similar circles with.
Priorites!
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leave me alone
I think I'm having déjà vu...
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i never shrugged it off.. you are twisting my words..
C'mon, Toots. Its not like that.
Lets just agree to disagree...
Alright?
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Hey, I was just debating your ideas. There's no need to get pissy.
Its just weird to me that "the state of the world" and what people see on fringe YouTube channels has become more important than interpersonal relations with real people we run in similar circles with.
Priorites!
They are not fringe.. they are uncensored.. youtube, facebook twitter google are all heavily censored about what is really going on.
Yes, IT IS THAT IMPORTANT when it means the end of humanity as we know it.. you are really out of the loop.. nothing I can say will convince you it seems.. now leave me alone. . you are totally uniformed or will not accept what is going on for your own comfort.. I've had it with you at this point.. Give me time to get over the ignorance you are showing. I still consider you my friend but you choose ignorance.
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C'mon, Toots. Its not like that.
Lets just agree to disagree...
Alright?
no, i will not agree to uninformed, non researched idiocy
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If this RubiniGab b/s is some sort of convoluted Criminal Defense maneuver to escape conviction on charges of Rape, it is even more boring AND stupid as that shit will be inadmissible in Court, I believe.
Mr. Rubini is suing me for slander and libel: so there is that.
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you are really out of the loop..
I know whats going on out there to some degree, believe me.
Maybe not as much as you, because my attention has been elsewhere.
I thought you were interested in the interpersonal conflict because you said you liked the drama at one point.
Maybe I do need to move away from the Rapist Rubini stuff.
I'm sorry I upset you. I didn't do it on purpose.
I was just taken aback at your response to the original post.
Friends?
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no, i will not agree to uninformed, non researched idiocy
Ouch.
I'll go do some research, then.
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I still consider you my friend but you choose ignorance.
I seek knowledge.
From this day forth.
I promise.
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I don't believe anything these chuckleheads have to say about anything, I don't think they could find their own assholes with both hands and a flashlight. I am sure it seemed like a great idea when they were high off their gourds.
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I don't think they could find their own assholes with both hands and a flashlight.
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C'mon Toots, lets not do this.
I love you!
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I don't believe anything these chuckleheads have to say about anything, I don't think they could find their own assholes with both hands and a flashlight. I am sure it seemed like a great idea when they were high off their gourds.
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I'm only high on weekdays and most weekends.
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:D :P :D :P :D
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I'M BRAND NEW!!!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2UGmmoSJkbI
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I still consider you my friend...
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Mr. Rubini is suing me for slander and libel: so there is that.
How the hell does a US citizen sue a SA citizen?
I mean functionally sue: Are there mechanisms in place for either party to collect on the judgement in a Civil Case?
i.e. is there some sort of reciprocal agreement between the US & SA governments that deal with this?
If so, I imagine you could counter-sue "The Rubby" for a "Frivolous Lawsuit" in a South African court if you care to waste time and Krugerrands on that.
That would be funny to do if it was something simple and not cost-prohibitive!
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I hope there is enough evidence of the crime that the rapist can be nailed to the wall, go to jail and get raped by his fellow inmates.
I just want this on record: as much as I despise Rubini's actions, I do not wish for him to be raped by other men in jail.
I just don't. That's too far.
And I don't wanna put that energy out there.
Pate said it. Not me!
Fuck that.
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no, i will not agree to uninformed, non researched idiocy
Now, Tootsie... We all navigate different realities and have all had different life experiences. Don't force people into your reality; join them in there's. ???
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How the hell does a US citizen sue a SA citizen?
I feel it unwise to get into the specifics. I shoulda kept my trap shut, actually.
Lets leave the nuts and bolts to the attorneys, yeah.
That would be funny to do if it was something simple and not cost-prohibitive!
You think its funny I'm being sued by Mr. Rubini?
Jesus. I guess its 'Knife Azz in the Back Day' or something.
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Now, Tootsie... We all navigate different realities and have all had different life experiences. Don't force people into your reality; join them in there's. ???
I shouldn't have made light of the bigger picture, I guess.
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I shouldn't have made light of the bigger picture, I guess.
Na, Tootsie is just passionate about her beliefs and disgruntled because she cares. ;)
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Na, Tootsie is just passionate about her beliefs and disgruntled because she cares. ;)
And that's a great thing. I'm just not a "conspiracy" guy (never really was) and after a struggle with schizophrenia, I have to steer clear of that shit. Its that simple.
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It is all fake and oh so gay.
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I'm just not a "conspiracy" guy ... and after a struggle with schizophrenia, I have to steer clear of that shit.
Suffering psychosis had me crippled by fear and paranoia - boarding up windows, wearing a bulletproof vest and convinced my neighbours were plotting my death around the clock.
Reading and entertaining conspiracies feeds that part of myself, and I don't need it in my life.
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I just want this on record: as much as I despise Rubini's actions, I do not wish for him to be raped by other men in jail.
I just don't. That's too far.
And I don't wanna put that energy out there.
Pate said it. Not me!
Fuck that.
I wrote the phrases "the rapist" and "The Rubby," perhaps I should write both phrases as "the alleged rapist" and "The Alleged Rubby" from hear(say) on out?
Just to be clear?
Is this now a case for the International Court system?
Who will be the first to file with in the UN's Civil Court?
I think that sometimes in Poker when dealing with a known bluffer a Raise on the Stakes is often an effective strategy. That can be done either in the hand being played, or by Upping the Ante on the next hand. The depth of pockets is critical to consider when doing the math on this stratagem.
Okay, in answer to my own earlier question: "Is this shit boring yet?"
Not quite, I am Nautical Shore at this thyme.
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And that's a great thing. I'm just not a "conspiracy" guy (never really was) and after a struggle with schizophrenia, I have to steer clear of that shit. Its that simple.
I both understand and respect that, Azzerae. Regardless of what people know, humanity will awaken to what God wants to be revealed in his time and through his grace, not our own. However, I understand where Toots is coming from, and it can feel overwhelming at times.
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I wrote the phrases "the rapist" and "The Rubby," perhaps I should write both phrases as "the alleged rapist" and "The Alleged Rubby" from hear(say) on out?
Oh. No. He is a rapist. No 2 ways about it, brother.
And I'll take as many lawsuits as he's willing to throw my way in order to stand up boldly and say that.
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It is all fake and oh so gay.
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I understand where Toots is coming from, and it can feel overwhelming at times.
Me too. And I get myself in hot water when I poo-poo pretty much any conspiracy I'm met with.
FFS, I don't even get into those discussions with my IRL best friend because he is so wrapped up in whats going on out there.
I just refuse to believe everything is all skullduggery all the time...
And not for nothin' - Art Bell himself got a bit cagey about conspiracies.
Need I remind anybody of that?
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Okay, in answer to my own earlier question: "Is this shit boring yet?"
Shit or get off the pot, pal.
Is it boring, or isn't it?
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A'ight, folks. I'm breaking for dinner, as its Friday, and 6:30 PM in South Africa.
This doesn't mean I don't love y'all.
Carry on the discussion, and I'll poke my head back in soon.
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Me too. And I get myself in hot water when I poo-poo pretty much any conspiracy I'm met with.
FFS, I don't even get into those discussions with my IRL best friend because he is so wrapped up in whats going on out there.
I just refuse to believe everything is all skullduggery all the time...
And not for nothin' - Art Bell himself got a bit cagey about conspiracies.
Need I remind anybody of that?
We are the sum total of our beliefs.
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I feel it unwise to get into the specifics. I shoulda kept my trap shut, actually.
Lets leave the nuts and bolts to the attorneys, yeah.
You think its funny I'm being sued by Mr. Rubini?
Jesus. I guess its 'Knife Azz in the Back Day' or something.
I think it would be funny for you to file a counter-suit for a "Frivolous Lawsuit" in a South African court, especially if he filed his alleged suit against you in the United States. You could include in that suit damages of your own (time, headache, heartache &c), Court Costs for both cases and Attorney Fees &c.
I am emphatically NOT a Lawyer, but if you are really a victim of Harassment by some dude on the internet with a superfluity of both thyme and Krugerrands (at whatever the daily exchange rate most beneficial to you vis a vis US Dollars), you could turn this rainy day of Lemons into the lucrative enjoyment of a lemony beverage on a nice sunny beach somewhere...
https://youtu.be/JTT2LEyjdC4
I operate on the assumption that this alleged Civil Lawsuit was filed in the US court system, and that there is some sort of reciprocal agreement between the US & SA governments that provides YOU a mechanism to counter-sue in the South African court system.
Again, I am emphatically NOT a lawyer; in jurisdictions to include International, South African or United States.
In short, YES it is a bit amusing philosophically in the Absurdist view. If all of this is really happening somebody has some really deep pockets and a bunch of time to waste, In My Humble Opinion.
Very Clowny.
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Shit or get off the pot, pal.
Is it boring, or isn't it?
My answer is contingent on whether or not you are including as Damages in your Counter-suit a Fund for the "Victims@AzzGab" in regards to this unseemly display?
I imagine some sort of Non-Profit entity should be established (and paid for out of the Settlement or Judgement awards from your Counter-suit) to see to the distribution of the "Victims@AzzGab Pain and Suffering Fund" monies. You will probably want to hold off on setting that up until such time as the Case is either decided or settled.
Oh and another thing; be sure to include in your alleged Counter-suit a Rider protecting you from any further action from the person(s) Harassing you with Frivolous Lawsuits. Put HUGE monetary penalties on each discrete incident going forward so that you can bury the Harasser in multiple court ordered Criminal or Civil Cases if the behavior continues.
Again, I am NOT a lawyer.
In short, at this time I need more information before I can answer your question about the banality of this particular topic.
I remain, Nautical Shore.
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ASUKA / RICHARD = HISTORY
Friday at 08:37:21 AM
I WISH FORMER RUBINIGABBERS ASUKA AND RICHARD WELL BUT THEY ARE NO LONGER INVITED TO BE CONNECTED WITH "RUBINI" AT-LARGE.
REASONS:
1. CAVALIERLY TAKING PLEASURE IN HURTING THEIR FRIENDS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
2. CAVALIERLY TAKING PLEASURE IN HURTING THEIR ENEMIES WHO ONCE WERE FRIENDS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
3. CAVALIERLY STEREOTYPING / BEING DISRESPECTFUL TO WOMEN, GAYS, AFRICAN AMERICANS, MEXICANS AND JEWS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
4. BECAUSE I AM A MAN AND NOT A BART, CHEFIST, MV, KUCZI OR A ANTONIO OR A JEFF, STARWARZTOYZ OR AZZ-TYPE.
TRANSLATION = KING OF THE JUNGLE. I RULE THE ROOST. I AM NO CUCK OR PUSSY LIKE THE AFOREMENTIONED WEAKLINGS.
I AM THE BOSS. I AM COMMANDER RUBINI.
LET IT BE WRITTEN. LET IT BE DONE.
THE COMMANDER HAS SPOKEN. LONG LIVE THE COMMANDER.
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A now deleted post from RubiniGab.
I guess they made up?! Or he changed his mind??
Either way its gotten swept under the rug...
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RICHARD & ASUKA NEED TO SEE THIS!!!
30 PIECES OF MOTHERFUCKIN' SILVER, BITCH.
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If your own mother came to you and told you she was raped, would you be going on about how people can believe what they want, and how boring it all was?
Its pretty sad that all you can add to the conversation around a real, live, sexual assault is how much it distracts from your own, personal capacity for being entertained.
Yep, I think it’s all bullshit for good reasons. It’s just too bad Bellgab still doesn’t exist as a record because then you would see that well after her rape allegations she was supporting Rubini and calling him commander. Have fun with your manufactured drama, all. It’s just sad that people’s lives are devoid enough to consider this stuff entertaining or even remotely interesting.
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Yep, I think it’s all bullshit for good reasons. It’s just too bad Bellgab still doesn’t exist as a record because then you would see that well after her rape allegations she was supporting Rubini and calling him commander.
I'm well aware of all the facts. I don't need BellGab to be online to remember what was and wasn't said.
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I'm still waiting for you to react to the premise of your mother being raped.
Still boring?
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Have fun with your manufactured drama, all. It’s just sad that people’s lives are devoid enough to consider this stuff entertaining or even remotely interesting.
Yeah. Coz you're sooo above it.
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I'm still waiting for you to react to the premise of your mother being raped.
Still boring?
Yep. People who get raped usually don’t still chum around with their rapists. I refuse to engage in a hypothetical over a non-event. That’s like a double negative or something.
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Yeah. Coz you're sooo above it.
It’s fucking boring.
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I refuse to engage in a hypothetical over a non-event.
You refuse to admit that your mother being raped would result in a very different reaction.
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It’s fucking boring.
Okay. Here's an idea: why don't you lead the discussion, with something fascinating?
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You refuse to admit that your mother being raped would result in a very different reaction.
Yes, if it was my mother and she was really raped of course it would be upsetting to me...but that still has nothing to do with these spammers and their manufactured drama.
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Okay. Here's an idea: why don't you lead the discussion, with something fascinating?
There are certainly lots of other real things to discuss.
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People who get raped usually don’t still chum around with their rapists.
Actually, a lot of women are subjected to having to be around the same men who raped them, and a lot of them either blame themselves or are forced to have to deal with it alone because they're too afraid to say anything.
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There are certainly lots of other real things to discuss.
Cool. Lets do it!
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Yes, if it was my mother and she was really raped of course it would be upsetting to me...but that still has nothing to do with these spammers and their manufactured drama.
You mean Rubini? He's been a thorn in our side for a while. I'm quite surprised that everyone is coming out and saying how much of a non-entity he really is, because I'm tired of giving him shine inadvertently, TBQH.
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Cool. Lets do it!
Sure but this is a thread about Rubini. I just got off work. Let a bro smoke a doobie and I’m sure something will occur to me to discuss. I mean, I can at least post a vid or something. ;)
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Sure but this is a thread about Rubini. I just got off work. Let a bro smoke a doobie and I’m sure something will occur to me to discuss. I mean, I can at least post a vid or something. ;)
Yeah. A smoke sounds fantastic, actually. Fuck this stupid asshole Rubini.
Clearly no one likes him or cares enough about his drama mill to want to continue flogging a dead horse.
I say a round of drinks and a doobie is the best way forward.
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You mean Rubini? He's been a thorn in our side for a while. I'm quite surprised that everyone is coming out and saying how much of a non-entity he really is, because I'm tired of giving him shine inadvertently, TBQH.
Good call! Unfortunately, SMM is one of his minions. I know you don’t see that now but you’re bright, you’ll catch on eventually. I could be wrong but I doubt it and ultimately I just really don’t give a shit. I’ll probably never meet SMM. I just feel bad for Jack in all this because he’s someone who’s posting I used to really admire. Since all this he’s been going for quantity over quality. I dunno. Maybe it all makes sense to him.
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It is all fake and oh so gay.
Top right. ;)
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A now deleted post from RubiniGab.
I guess they made up?! Or he changed his mind??
Either way its gotten swept under the rug...
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RICHARD & ASUKA NEED TO SEE THIS!!!
30 PIECES OF MOTHERFUCKIN' SILVER, BITCH.
The only thing i am guilty of is helping Rubini spread the Flat Earth Gospel to the nations.
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I am VERY kanashii about Rubini denouncing watashi desu~
The Commander is wrong about watashi and Richard-kun being racist. We love Jewish Niggers most of all! Tsunderegab was the most kosher gab on this Flat Earth. And Nigger Gab is proving to be the most nigger loving gab Narutomaki earth has ever seen. The amount of jew and nigger loving is off the charts and we are proud of the Gabs we have created. #Schvartzed
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vV4LfY9jA0g
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I am VERY kanashii about Rubini denouncing watashi desu~
The Commander is wrong about watashi and Richard-kun being racist. We love Jewish Niggers most of all! Tsunderegab was the most kosher gab on this Flat Earth. And Nigger Gab is proving to be the most nigger loving gab Narutomaki earth has ever seen. The amount of jew and nigger loving is off the charts and we are proud of the Gabs we have created. #Schvartzed
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vV4LfY9jA0g
I, for one fucking love Nigger Jews, Asuka. #Totally Dude :)
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https://youtu.be/8ReEVTAWWeY
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I, for one fucking love Nigger Jews, Asuka. #Totally Dude :)
You are Based Innerreach!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmENMZFUU_0
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You are Based Innerreach!
:)
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Sure but this is a thread about Rubini. I just got off work. Let a bro smoke a doobie and I’m sure something will occur to me to discuss. I mean, I can at least post a vid or something. ;)
Gotcha yer back, Doc!
https://youtu.be/NIuyDWzctgY
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Good call! Unfortunately, SMM is one of his minions. I know you don’t see that now but you’re bright, you’ll catch on eventually. I could be wrong but I doubt it and ultimately I just really don’t give a shit. I’ll probably never meet SMM. I just feel bad for Jack in all this because he’s someone who’s posting I used to really admire. Since all this he’s been going for quantity over quality. I dunno. Maybe it all makes sense to him.
Overall, I have noticed a pattern in thus thymlein(rhymes with Heinlein): it is inverse in nature but it does seem to relate to the tow-headed mentioned )or MinoTaured( posters/authors metnormiced ablove.
Aslo: kyn luc der vidya feed'ent kyver&tank, you see...
@KrL Manly
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I am so sorry if anyone is raped, but from a woman's point of view.. who sends nude pics to a man online that she never met, runs miles away to meet them and stay with them and doesn't have the sense to know what will happen.??.??? Does Rubini come off as anywhere near a "gentleman"? Come on.
Sorry if she was raped and no, she didn't "ask for it ", but someone with such low common sense is going to get in a lot of trouble in this sick world. If she is still consorting with sicko Rubini as Elle Bee, I have no understanding of this or sympathy for her.. sorry. that's how I feel. Now i am so tired of hearing about this with what is going on in this world, I hope people will just drop it. I will not say another word about it.. I wish her well but enough is enough.
Sorry that you stepped in it. But this is unfounded gossip.
The DVR drama is a big part of why MV walked away from BG.
DVR has posted defamatory content about almost everyone on every forum he has ever been associated with.
He then goes out of his way to hide or destroy the evidence.
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Gotcha yer back, Doc!
https://youtu.be/NIuyDWzctgY
-COL Manly
WTF, man! Is this Dr. MD MD? I swear I read similarities! I miss the Doc….. :-\
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Doc, is that you? :(
https://youtu.be/fNLhxKpfCnA
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no, i will not agree to uninformed, non researched idiocy
https://youtu.be/WgScBiXkO9Y
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WTF, man! Is this Dr. MD MD?
It's déjà vu all over again
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It's déjà vu all over again
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Sumbitch!?! Wellp, back to getting wood then. :(
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“I’m not even in it for the money,” Rubini said. “I just want to keep the tradition, the heritage.”
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https://www.flatearthlunacy.com/index.php/all-blog-posts-by-title/2-uncategorised/1522-flat-earth-not-flatearthlunacy-articles-for-reference-r
“I’m not even in it for the money,” Rubini said. “I just want to keep the tradition, the heritage.”
Stupid, gay Nigger Kike Jew got himself sued.. Pfft, whata fuckin wonder! #Douche #Wondering Kike Pussy Ass Bitch Boy Jew #Faggot Nigger Cum Waste
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Sorry that you stepped in it. But this is unfounded gossip.
The DVR drama is a big part of why MV walked away from BG.
DVR has posted defamatory content about almost everyone on every forum he has ever been associated with.
He then goes out of his way to hide or destroy the evidence.
I bet but some people believe it..so tired of it :-\
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Sorry that you stepped in it. But this is unfounded gossip.
The DVR drama is a big part of why MV walked away from BG.
DVR has posted defamatory content about almost everyone on every forum he has ever been associated with.
He then goes out of his way to hide or destroy the evidence.
Nonsense; MV could have banned Rubini and ignored him. He was perfectly willing to do the same with Metron, as you are painfully aware. MV's walking away was entirely due to the election. I listened to hours and hours of old gabcasts, MV was sort of my guide to the Trump phenomenon and I was fascinated by it, the most surprising political thing that happened in my lifetime.
MV was utterly besotted by Trump. Trump was in everything, I got to the point where I braced myself whenever some unlikely topic was about to turn to Trump, just for the excuse to talk about him. I am sure he got massive doses of endorphins every time he mentioned his name -- it reminded me of this boyfriend I had (he was a hunky green-eyed Iowa farmboy with a thousand-watt smile, way too hot for me) where, at work, with my folks, pretty much anyone when we were apart, I couldn't help steering the conversation around to him just to bask in the reflected glory.
It's a bit different, in MV's mind Trump was a powerful fat father figure with a hot foreign wife, probably a father he never had but wished he did, but the love was much the same, he wanted to identify with Trump so badly. Trump's loss brought on deep grief and trauma and, like so many in those circumstances, he lashed out at the people around him, even though we were by-and-large Trumpers for the most part -- that didn't matter. That's why he put us on facebook, the authoritarian-censoring face of the new regime, as punishment. He was just angry and struck out at his public, as he saw it.
This reads like criticism but it is not. I like MV, I would buy him way too many beers and talk to him for hours if he wanted, he is a great conversationalist. We just do a lot of things sometimes for reasons that aren't apparent to us at the time, and then make up self-justifying reasons when we look back on them. I do the same thing.
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Fuck this stupid asshole Rubini.
Apparently RubiniGab is clearly winning ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdvfnQqZWL8
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Nonsense; MV could have banned Rubini and ignored him. He was perfectly willing to do the same with Metron, as you are painfully aware. MV's walking away was entirely due to the election. I listened to hours and hours of old gabcasts, MV was sort of my guide to the Trump phenomenon and I was fascinated by it, the most surprising political thing that happened in my lifetime.
MV was utterly besotted by Trump. Trump was in everything, I got to the point where I braced myself whenever some unlikely topic was about to turn to Trump, just for the excuse to talk about him. I am sure he got massive doses of endorphins every time he mentioned his name -- it reminded me of this boyfriend I had (he was a hunky green-eyed Iowa farmboy with a thousand-watt smile, way too hot for me) where, at work, with my folks, pretty much anyone when we were apart, I couldn't help steering the conversation around to him just to bask in the reflected glory.
It's a bit different, in MV's mind Trump was a powerful fat father figure with a hot foreign wife, probably a father he never had but wished he did, but the love was much the same, he wanted to identify with Trump so badly. Trump's loss brought on deep grief and trauma and, like so many in those circumstances, he lashed out at the people around him, even though we were by-and-large Trumpers for the most part -- that didn't matter. That's why he put us on facebook, the authoritarian-censoring face of the new regime, as punishment. He was just angry and struck out at his public, as he saw it.
This reads like criticism but it is not. I like MV, I would buy him way too many beers and talk to him for hours if he wanted, he is a great conversationalist. We just do a lot of things sometimes for reasons that aren't apparent to us at the time, and then make up self-justifying reasons when we look back on them. I do the same thing.
You may be an intelligent idiot but you’re still an idiot. Where did you get your degree in psychoanalysis? A Crackerjack box? ::)
Also, it’s you who’s obsessed with Trump, not him. Obvious is obvious.
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You may be an intelligent idiot but you’re still an idiot. Where did you get your degree in psychoanalysis? A Crackerjack box? ::)
Also, it’s you who’s obsessed with Trump, not him. Obvious is obvious.
I said, Trump is the most-interesting thing to happen politically that I can remember. If you want to call that obsession, fine. I have a whole giant theory on how Trump fits into American masculinity that I am sure you are dying to hear. Not traditional masculinity, mind you -- I grew up in probably one of the most traditional households right from the Old Country, and those strong, sober, clear-eyed men like my grandfathers would have been disgusted by Trump as an uncouth lout -- but the new kind of infantile masculinity where you get to retire at 30 grow fat sit in a barcalounger and yell once in a while at your kids while your wife becomes your mother nagging you to mow the lawn. Nothing traditional about it, just overgrown man-babies.
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I said, Trump is the most-interesting thing to happen politically that I can remember. If you want to call that obsession, fine. I have a whole giant theory on how Trump fits into American masculinity that I am sure you are dying to hear. Not traditional masculinity, mind you -- I grew up in probably one of the most traditional households right from the Old Country, and those strong, sober, clear-eyed men like my grandfathers would have been disgusted by Trump as an uncouth lout -- but the new kind of infantile masculinity where you get to retire at 30 grow fat sit in a barcalounger and yell once in a while at your kids while your wife becomes your mother nagging you to mow the lawn. Nothing traditional about it, just overgrown man-babies.
Like I was saying, all your psychoanalysis is about you. You’re the guy your grandfather would be disgusted by. Stop trying to put all your sins on Trump. He’s obviously your scapegoat for all the problems of the world, silly leftist.
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I said, Trump is the most-interesting thing to happen politically that I can remember. If you want to call that obsession, fine. I have a whole giant theory on how Trump fits into American masculinity that I am sure you are dying to hear. Not traditional masculinity, mind you -- I grew up in probably one of the most traditional households right from the Old Country, and those strong, sober, clear-eyed men like my grandfathers would have been disgusted by Trump as an uncouth lout -- but the new kind of infantile masculinity where you get to retire at 30 grow fat sit in a barcalounger and yell once in a while at your kids while your wife becomes your mother nagging you to mow the lawn. Nothing traditional about it, just overgrown man-babies.
I don't know, K Last I checked Trump was winning bigly. Just take a look at the AZ audits and Biden's approval rating. Ya know, It really is just incredible.
“You know, it really doesn`t matter what (the media) write as long as you`ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.”
― Donald Trump
MAGA!
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Like I was saying, all your psychoanalysis is about you. You’re the guy your grandfather would be disgusted by. Stop trying to put all your sins on Trump. He’s obviously your scapegoat for all the problems of the world, silly leftist.
No I have One Holy Blessed Scapegoat provided by the grace of God, just like the ram caught in the thicket as my father, like Abraham, was about to slay me.
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I don't know, K Last I checked Trump was winning bigly. Just take a look at the AZ audits and Biden's approval rating. Ya know, It really is just incredible.
“You know, it really doesn`t matter what (the media) write as long as you`ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.”
― Donald Trump
MAGA!
Mike Lindell is going live from Duluth or somewhere August 10th or maybe 13th I forget with incontrovertible evidence of Chinese voting-machine hacks! Be there!
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No I have One Holy Blessed Scapegoat provided by the grace of God, just like the ram caught in the thicket as my father, like Abraham, was about to slay me.
Well you’ve obviously acquired a new one since. I’d say this might make the original scapegoat jealous but I think he’s big enough to handle your petty BS.
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it reminded me of this boyfriend I had (he was a hunky green-eyed Iowa farmboy with a thousand-watt smile, way too hot for me)
Were his brown pellets steamy and creamy?
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Were his brown pellets steamy and creamy?
No he was one of those scented-candle guys who never poos.
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I have been trying.If nothing has sunk in by now..you are a hopeless case
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Nonsense; MV could have banned Rubini and ignored him. He was perfectly willing to do the same with Metron, as you are painfully aware. MV's walking away was entirely due to the election. I listened to hours and hours of old gabcasts, MV was sort of my guide to the Trump phenomenon and I was fascinated by it, the most surprising political thing that happened in my lifetime.
MV was utterly besotted by Trump. Trump was in everything, I got to the point where I braced myself whenever some unlikely topic was about to turn to Trump, just for the excuse to talk about him. I am sure he got massive doses of endorphins every time he mentioned his name -- it reminded me of this boyfriend I had (he was a hunky green-eyed Iowa farmboy with a thousand-watt smile, way too hot for me) where, at work, with my folks, pretty much anyone when we were apart, I couldn't help steering the conversation around to him just to bask in the reflected glory.
It's a bit different, in MV's mind Trump was a powerful fat father figure with a hot foreign wife, probably a father he never had but wished he did, but the love was much the same, he wanted to identify with Trump so badly. Trump's loss brought on deep grief and trauma and, like so many in those circumstances, he lashed out at the people around him, even though we were by-and-large Trumpers for the most part -- that didn't matter. That's why he put us on facebook, the authoritarian-censoring face of the new regime, as punishment. He was just angry and struck out at his public, as he saw it.
This reads like criticism but it is not. I like MV, I would buy him way too many beers and talk to him for hours if he wanted, he is a great conversationalist. We just do a lot of things sometimes for reasons that aren't apparent to us at the time, and then make up self-justifying reasons when we look back on them. I do the same thing.
Piffle; DVR was banned many times on BG. JS went into a prolonged work strike
at one point in the hopes of bringing his beloved commander in from the cold.
MV gave many reasons on the Gabcast as to his walking away from BG,
significantly all the trouble he had in responding to formal complaints.
But he would not name the one or the ones responsible. We all knew.
His excuse for the FB fiasco was supposedly for the benefit of old BGers.
Some place to keep in contact, warm themselves by the fire and reminisce.
His disappointment in the bizarre election was completely understandable.
The reasons he alluded to are similar to that of Patrick Byrne.
One doesn't have to go into a deep psychoanalysis to figure that out.
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Maybe if Trump wins in 2024 MV will bring BellGab back for more glorious shitposting
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Maybe if Trump wins in 2024 MV will bring BellGab back for more glorious shitposting
That’s it then. We have to make that happen!
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That’s it then. We have to make that happen!
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I don't know, K Last I checked Trump was winning bigly. Just take a look at the AZ audits and Biden's approval rating. Ya know, It really is just incredible.
“You know, it really doesn`t matter what (the media) write as long as you`ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.”
― Donald Trump
MAGA!
Relax. You know our REAL President is watching from the sideline and will take back his ligitimate title when the time is right. Be patient and have Faith. The "Movie" isn't even close to being over yet.
WWG1WGA! ;) ;D :-*
That being said, is this still the rubini thread, or has it now merged with the President Trump Thread?
Hey, I'm an Olde Phart, and you young whipper snappers just love to confuse the heck outta us. ;D ;D ;D
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MV gave many reasons on the Gabcast as to his walking away from BG,
significantly all the trouble he had in responding to formal complaints.
But he would not name the one or the ones responsible.
Oh horseshit I was drinking black coffee when I watched it and my memory is perfectly clear: MV cited the election and the death of someone close to him, and specifically dismissed Rubini as pro wrestling, i. e. fake, saying it was an understanding to which he came early. All that wet-paper-bag wizardry is just impotent noise for people with short, chemically suppressed memories.
It was like when my too-hot boyfriend left me -- for an eighteen-year-old, and not even a very cute one! -- I was utterly crushed; it took me a couple years to recover. Even now I get a little thrill talking about him, I was so fucking proud of that boy, dragged him everywhere, showed him off to family on the flimsiest pretexts, could not fucking shut up about him, he just smiled and laughed and put up with it in that utterly disarming Midwestern way. It's no wonder he left me; I tried so hard not to be that obsessed stalkery fanboy but I am sure he could sense the psycho bitch just brewing under the surface. You guys will be dealing with irrational feelings of loss and abandonment for years.
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Oh horseshit I was drinking black coffee when I watched it and my memory is perfectly clear: MV cited the election and the death of someone close to him, and specifically dismissed Rubini as pro wrestling, i. e. fake, saying it was an understanding to which he came early. All that wet-paper-bag wizardry is just impotent noise for people with short, chemically suppressed memories.
It was like when my too-hot boyfriend left me -- for an eighteen-year-old, and not even a very cute one! -- I was utterly crushed; it took me a couple years to recover. Even now I get a little thrill talking about him, I was so fucking proud of that boy, dragged him everywhere, showed him off to family on the flimsiest pretexts, could not fucking shut up about him, he just smiled and laughed and put up with it in that utterly disarming Midwestern way. It's no wonder he left me; I tried so hard not to be that obsessed stalkery fanboy but I am sure he could sense the psycho bitch just brewing under the surface. You guys will be dealing with irrational feelings of loss and abandonment for years.
My understanding was that MV simply outgrew BG. It was too much trouble.
He can now focus on his real life, his family and his peace of mind.
Of course, he dismissed DVR very early on and was, for the most part,
unaware of the damage being done to BG by DVR and all his shenanigans.
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That’s it then. We have to make that happen!
It will never happen. Even if you buy the parsimonious just-a-couple-precincts view of election fraud MV espoused, you still have to deal with the fact that Trump provoked the largest turnout in history to vote against him, against a candidate who barely bothered to run. In political-speak, his negatives are just way too high. You thought Hillary was a shitty candidate who will never be allowed to run again because she was so hated, Trump is every bit that and moreso. They are only keeping him around to see if he is useful to drive turnout -- God knows the usual sad sacks Republicans put up can't mount it on their own -- and his candidates keep losing.
As far as MV's limited view of fraud, who knows? They did fight a lot to relax mail-in rules for covid but Giuliani and his chuckleheads never took a hard analytical approach, it was just a scattershot bullshitting clown show. As I said at the time, it was not a serious effort. You have precinct-level returns now and a serious analysis should show the few where such shenanigans took place -- 200% turnout, that kind of thing. Instead they show a distinct, country-wide movement away from Trump vs. 2016, damn near impossible to fake on that scale. But you don't want to hear it; you are still besotted.
If you want a conspiracy I will give you one: just like albrecht said, Trump was too close to Hollywood and media types. Ye was a crisis-actor president: you take a candidacy wrapped up in a lot of popular nationalist ideas that polled really well and crash and burn them in a protofascist coup fantasy to discredit them, forever tarring them in the American political mind with his image. Anybody talking border walls and keeping factories from moving and making NATO "allies" pay and isolationism and withdrawing from the international treaty system gets called a Trumper. He could hardly have done better work for the Dems if he was a plant. If you guys actually care about that stuff you need to wash his stench off as soon as possible. But still the chuckleheads cheer on. You were absofuckinglutely played like so many cheap fiddles.
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My understanding was that MV simply outgrew BG. It was too much trouble.
He can now focus on his real life, his family and his peace of mind.
Of course, he dismissed DVR very early on and was, for the most part,
unaware of the damage being done to BG by DVR and all his shenanigans.
No your understanding up to a minute ago was that it was MV's "trouble dealing with formal complaints", i. e. that Rubini took it down. Now you say MV was unaware of the damage. Which is it? Don't bullshit me, you are basically Rubini's semaphore telegraph here. Every time he shits you waft it in our nostrils.
Chuckleheads! I am surrounded by chuckleheads, everywhere I turn, chuckleheads I tell you!
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Look, I will give the Jack & Rubini clown show credit for attracting Groyper's attention for a bit because the whole metoo thing was tailor-made for his exposing-lying-women online thing but I don't think it held his attention for long, and anyway I don't watch Groyper because all his people he has on are fat and even the ones whose pictures I haven't seen sound fat on the phone and I couldn't give a fuck what fat people do.
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No your understanding up to a minute ago was that it was MV's "trouble dealing with formal complaints", i. e. that Rubini took it down. Now you say MV was unaware of the damage. Which is it? Don't bullshit me, you are basically Rubini's semaphore telegraph here. Every time he shits you waft it in our nostrils.
Chuckleheads! I am surrounded by chuckleheads, everywhere I turn, chuckleheads I tell you!
MV did say he was dealing with formal complaints on an ongoing basis.
MV was also spending a lot of time away from the forum.
Your telegragh analogy is apt and I will refrain from wafting in your direction.
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Look, I will give the Jack & Rubini clown show credit for attracting Groyper's attention for a bit because the whole metoo thing was tailor-made for his exposing-lying-women online thing but I don't think it held his attention for long, and anyway I don't watch Groyper because all his people he has on are fat and even the ones whose pictures I haven't seen sound fat on the phone and I couldn't give a fuck what fat people do.
You're sounding very disputatious today. Hungry?
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MV did say he was dealing with formal complaints on an ongoing basis.
MV was also spending a lot of time away from the forum.
Your telegragh analogy is apt and I will refrain from wafting in your direction.
No, by all means, keep it up! I am entertained by your agility, it is not that of a fat person.
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You're sounding very disputatious today. Hungry?
You have no idea; fasted cardio is a bitch.
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No, by all means, keep it up! I am entertained by your agility, it is not that of a fat person.
My references, if at all, will be lean and thorough.
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It will never happen. Even if you buy the parsimonious just-a-couple-precincts view of election fraud MV espoused, you still have to deal with the fact that Trump provoked the largest turnout in history to vote against him, against a candidate who barely bothered to run. In political-speak, his negatives are just way too high. You thought Hillary was a shitty candidate who will never be allowed to run again because she was so hated, Trump is every bit that and moreso. They are only keeping him around to see if he is useful to drive turnout -- God knows the usual sad sacks Republicans put up can't mount it on their own -- and his candidates keep losing.
As far as MV's limited view of fraud, who knows? They did fight a lot to relax mail-in rules for covid but Giuliani and his chuckleheads never took a hard analytical approach, it was just a scattershot bullshitting clown show. As I said at the time, it was not a serious effort. You have precinct-level returns now and a serious analysis should show the few where such shenanigans took place -- 200% turnout, that kind of thing. Instead they show a distinct, country-wide movement away from Trump vs. 2016, damn near impossible to fake on that scale. But you don't want to hear it; you are still besotted.
If you want a conspiracy I will give you one: just like albrecht said, Trump was too close to Hollywood and media types. Ye was a crisis-actor president: you take a candidacy wrapped up in a lot of popular nationalist ideas that polled really well and crash and burn them in a protofascist coup fantasy to discredit them, forever tarring them in the American political mind with his image. Anybody talking border walls and keeping factories from moving and making NATO "allies" pay and isolationism and withdrawing from the international treaty system gets called a Trumper. He could hardly have done better work for the Dems if he was a plant. If you guys actually care about that stuff you need to wash his stench off as soon as possible. But still the chuckleheads cheer on. You were absofuckinglutely played like so many cheap fiddles.
Umm...the election was clearly stolen with all the antics and shenanigans that Mv mentioned. Go back to sleep. No one’s buying your official story anymore. ::)
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No your understanding up to a minute ago was that it was MV's "trouble dealing with formal complaints", i. e. that Rubini took it down. Now you say MV was unaware of the damage. Which is it? Don't bullshit me, you are basically Rubini's semaphore telegraph here. Every time he shits you waft it in our nostrils.
Chuckleheads! I am surrounded by chuckleheads, everywhere I turn, chuckleheads I tell you!
You are the chief chucklehead with all of your official story peddling.
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Umm...the election was clearly stolen with all the antics and shenanigans that Mv mentioned. Go back to sleep. No one’s buying your officisl story anymore. ::)
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You were not paying attention: MV endorsed a limited, just-a-couple-precincts view. Which I could see, bending rules for covid and all, but how you know WHICH precincts is tough; nobody even knew which way Florida would go that night. And it fails to account for the rest of the country which showed a clear move away from Trump's 2016 holdings. If there were "just a couple precincts" they fit neatly in the overall picture of record turnout and Trump losses. But you aren't actually interested in numbers; it's just a TV show to you.
More importantly nobody, not Giuliani, not Wood or Kraken Lady or any of those clowns, is identifying those or looking into them, and it is all public information. But you low-info types are just happy with a noisy circus. I can't take any of it seriously.
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You are the chief chucklehead with all of your official story peddling.
No I have the beautiful mental clarity that comes with fasting and self-denial.
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No I have the beautiful mental clarity that comes with fasting and self-denial.
You are a warrior on both counts. I can handle self-denial, but fasting - not so much. I am a failure there. :-[
Keep up the great work, you hunky hottie. ;) :-*
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You were not paying attention: MV endorsed a limited, just-a-couple-precincts view. Which I could see, bending rules for covid and all, but how you know WHICH precincts is tough; nobody even knew which way Florida would go that night. And it fails to account for the rest of the country which showed a clear move away from Trump's 2016 holdings. If there were "just a couple precincts" they fit neatly in the overall picture of record turnout and Trump losses. But you aren't actually interested in numbers; it's just a TV show to you.
More importantly nobody, not Giuliani, not Wood or Kraken Lady or any of those clowns, is identifying those or looking into them, and it is all public information. But you low-info types are just happy with a noisy circus. I can't take any of it seriously.
That’s easy. It was the ones where Democrats were boarding up windows so the public couldn’t see their crimes and also barred Republican witnesses from observing. You’re funny. You really think everyone’s stupid but you and your establishment ilk. ::) ;D
Biden is the most legit president EVER!
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You are a warrior on both counts. I can handle self-denial, but fasting - not so much. I am a failure there. :-[
Keep up the great work, you hunky hottie. ;) :-*
So, you’re a Biden supporter now, you crazy, old bitch? ???
No wonder Lee had it with you. ::)
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You are a warrior on both counts. I can handle self-denial, but fasting - not so much. I am a failure there. :-[
Keep up the great work, you hunky hottie. ;) :-*
Thank you, dear; I had a 14-oz steak so I'm good now.
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That’s easy. It was the ones where Democrats were boarding up windows so the public couldn’t see their crimes and also barred Republican witnesses from observing. You’re funny. You really think everyone’s stupid but you and your establishment ilk. ::) ;D
Biden is the most legit president EVER!
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(https://media.tenor.com/images/63470b0faf1dab36d54cd5fbdfa0ee01/tenor.gif)
Fine, voter rolls and who voted are public record. Serious people who think a serious crime happened should maybe look at them. If it's just a couple easily identifiable precincts it shouldn't take long. But instead you get and Lin Wood and Kraken lady and Mike Lindell and their ongoing clown show to entertain you chuckleheads and keep your fantasies alive. Did you ever honestly think they are serious people?
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A picture is worth a thousand words.
Public support for Biden:
(https://nypost.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2021/07/biden-empty-theater-937.jpg?quality=80&strip=all&w=1200)
Public support for Trump:
(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpqm6d7ti0GX3GpAjQ6-srtqWO9k3v0FKssg&usqp=CAU)
(https://www.aljazeera.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/2020-10-31T204335Z_799844027_RC2WTJ9PASOZ_RTRMADP_3_USA-ELECTION-TRUMP.jpg?resize=770%2C513)
Any questions?
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Fine, voter rolls and who voted are public record. Serious people who think a serious crime happened should maybe look at them. If it's just a couple easily identifiable precincts it shouldn't take long. But instead you get and Lin Wood and Kraken lady and Mike Lindell and their ongoing clown show to entertain you chuckleheads and keep your fantasies alive. Did you ever honestly think they are serious people?
Your side’s attempted whitewash and under carpet sweeping of all this just didn’t work. People still don’t buy it but you keep feeling official now. :D
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I told you, they could have run a collie dog. Nobody voted for Biden, you just had a record turnout of people who thought they were stopping Hitler. Trump's behavior after the election did nothing to dispel that impression.
The big thing we learned both in 2016 with Hillary and 2020 with Trump is that voting against someone is now more appealing than voting for someone, and drives bigger turnouts. In political-speak, the negatives are more important than the positives. That's the only reason Trump won in the first place. And Trump's negatives are through the roof.
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A picture is worth a thousand words.
Public support for Biden:
(https://nypost.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2021/07/biden-empty-theater-937.jpg?quality=80&strip=all&w=1200)
Public support for Trump:
(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpqm6d7ti0GX3GpAjQ6-srtqWO9k3v0FKssg&usqp=CAU)
(https://www.aljazeera.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/2020-10-31T204335Z_799844027_RC2WTJ9PASOZ_RTRMADP_3_USA-ELECTION-TRUMP.jpg?resize=770%2C513)
Any questions?
Yep politics is a picture show for you guys, just entertainment. Thanks for making my point ::) ::)
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I told you, they could have run a collie dog. Nobody voted for Biden, you just had a record turnout of people who thought they were stopping Hitler. Trump's behavior after the election did nothing to dispel that impression.
The big thing we learned both in 2016 with Hillary and 2020 with Trump is that voting against someone is now more appealing than voting for someone, and drives bigger turnouts. In political-speak, the negatives are more important than the positives. That's the only reason Trump won in the first place. And Trump's negatives are through the roof.
No one can understand you with all that establishment cock in your mouth. Sir, it’s time to put the cocks down and listen to reason.
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Yep politics is a picture show for you guys, just entertainment. Thanks for making my point ::) ::)
I wasn’t making your point, I was making mine: that Trump is one of the most legit presidents ever with obvious public support and Joe Biden isn’t...by a longshot! ;D
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No one can understand you with all that establishment cock in your mouth. Sir, it’s time to put the cocks down and listen to reason.
You need to stop biting your Mypillow with Trumpie's thumb up your ass.
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You need to stop biting your Mypillow with Trumpie's thumb up your ass.
That’s Frank Oz’s thumb, not Trump’s:
(https://64.media.tumblr.com/2187f4912b2d5ab3ac2f6f4147868dba/tumblr_p6rw1e4O1Z1v230yto1_640.jpg)
At least I know whose thumb is up my ass. You’re just open to anyone’s going up yours for globalism.
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I don't watch Groyper because all his people he has on are fat and even the ones whose pictures I haven't seen sound fat on the phone and I couldn't give a fuck what fat people do.
How exactly does one sound fat, over telephonic communication?
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Apparently RubiniGab is clearly winning ...
How?
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Your telegragh analogy is apt...
I like your content, and I'm the admin.
So fuck everyone else.
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So, you’re a Biden supporter now, you crazy, old bitch? ???
No wonder Lee had it with you. ::)
Hey, fucktard. You can attack me personally and I'll ignore it. But if you call me a Biden supporter, then the gloves are off! You've crossed the red line, you crazy old fart!
C'mon ya pussy. Let's get in the ring!!! >:( >:( >:(
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Oh, you, ::) ;) :-*
I'm still gonna kick his arse. ;D
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Hey, fucktard. You can attack me personally and I'll ignore it. But if you call me a Biden supporter, then the gloves are off! You've crossed the red line, you crazy old fart!
C'mon ya pussy. Let's get in the ring!!! >:( >:( >:(
Then why throw your support behind E_Dubb (Establishment_Dubb) when we’re in the middle of debating the legitimacy of the last election? Do you really think Dubb is a “warrior” fighting for good here? I’m a Christian so I understand trying to be nice and build bridges, etc. but when the barabarians are at the gate threatening to destroy your whole world sometimes you have to stand your ground and fight for what you know is right. Nice Republicans end up giving the keys to the kingdom away to globalists who do nothing BUT try to destroy us. They’re called RINOs. Maybe think about that the next time you’re trying to be EVERYONE’S friend.
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Then why throw your support behind E_Dubb (Establishment_Dubb) when we’re in the middle of debating the legitimacy of the last election? Do you really think Dubb is a “warrior” fighting for good here? I’m a Christian so I understand trying to be nice and build bridges, etc. but when the barabarians are at the gate threatening to destroy your whole world sometimes you have to stand your ground and fight for what you know is right. Nice Republicans end up giving the keys to the kingdom away to globalists who do nothing BUT try to destroy us. They’re called RINOs. Maybe think about that the next time you’re trying to be EVERYONE’S friend.
I don't "classify" people who have become my friends, or anyone as far as that goes. Some of my friends have political differences, but they are still my friends regardless. It's kind of a 1st Amendment thing. Got it? I will not let outsiders use "difference of opinion" as a tool of division with those I care about.
Nuff said.
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I don't "classify" people who have become my friends. Some of my friends have political differences, but they are still my friends regardless. It's kind of a 1st Amendment thing. Got it? I will not let outsiders use "difference of opinion" as a tool of division with those I care about.
Nuff said.
Oh, so you guys stole the election and are now trying to demonize me and everyone like me in an attempt to advance totalitarianism. Here, let me make you a nice bundt cake. ::)
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Oh, so you guys stole the election and are now trying to demonize me and everyone like me. Here, let me make you a nice bundt cake. ::)
I was debating on whether I want to reply to your reply. But against better judgement, I will reply to your post.
It sounds very much like we are in the same camp. I'm very pro Trump and have donated lot$ of $upport to America. It sounds like you are pro Trump also. If so, cool. But then, that makes me curious why you keep attacking me? We could be buddies, if you weren't such a Master-Baiter. ::) ;D
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I was debating on whether I want to reply to your reply. But against better judgement, I will reply to your post.
It sounds very much like we are in the same camp. I'm very pro Trump and have donated lot$ of $upport to America. It sounds like you are pro Trump also. If so, cool. But then, that makes me curious why you keep attacking me? We could be buddies, if you weren't such a Master-Baiter. ::) ;D
Then there are times you need to come down off your friend fence to make that point known. Do you really think Dubb is a “warrior” fighting for good when he persistently takes the side of the establishment and mocks people like you and me and our concerns for this country?
P.S. We are buddies but even buddies disagree sometimes. ;)
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You were not paying attention: MV endorsed a limited, just-a-couple-precincts view. Which I could see, bending rules for covid and all, but how you know WHICH precincts is tough; nobody even knew which way Florida would go that night. And it fails to account for the rest of the country which showed a clear move away from Trump's 2016 holdings. If there were "just a couple precincts" they fit neatly in the overall picture of record turnout and Trump losses. But you aren't actually interested in numbers; it's just a TV show to you.
If you were really interested in numbers these numbers would be important to you:
(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRVofL7J5llXx3YJ6Jd8ppWlUkChuxBxsxsxA&usqp=CAU)
But you’re not.
(https://cntcomb.s3.amazonaws.com/breakingm.com/Joe+Biden+Commander+In+Thief+Benford%E2%80%99S+Law+Trump+Mug+Tea+Coffee+Cup+Black+1.jpg)
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I’m a Christian
Come with me to the dark side!
https://youtu.be/hVVX88CCpi4
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Come with me to the dark side!
"Listen to the voices." - Michael Decon
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Some of my friends have political differences, but they are still my friends regardless.
I like this.
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Do you really think Dubb is a “warrior” fighting for good when he persistently takes the side of the establishment and mocks people like you and me and our concerns for this country?
K. Dubb is kinda on the right side of history.
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K. Dubb is kinda on the right side of history.
Written by who?
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Come with me to the dark side!
No thanks. You shouldn’t be hanging out there either.
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Oh horseshit I was drinking black coffee when I watched it and my memory is perfectly clear: MV cited the election and the death of someone close to him, and specifically dismissed Rubini as pro wrestling, i. e. fake, saying it was an understanding to which he came early. All that wet-paper-bag wizardry is just impotent noise for people with short, chemically suppressed memories.
It was like when my too-hot boyfriend left me -- for an eighteen-year-old, and not even a very cute one! -- I was utterly crushed; it took me a couple years to recover. Even now I get a little thrill talking about him, I was so fucking proud of that boy, dragged him everywhere, showed him off to family on the flimsiest pretexts, could not fucking shut up about him, he just smiled and laughed and put up with it in that utterly disarming Midwestern way. It's no wonder he left me; I tried so hard not to be that obsessed stalkery fanboy but I am sure he could sense the psycho bitch just brewing under the surface. You guys will be dealing with irrational feelings of loss and abandonment for years.
;D Now, I don't care who you are. That's funny! ;D
Hold me Trump... :-\
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It will never happen. Even if you buy the parsimonious just-a-couple-precincts view of election fraud MV espoused, you still have to deal with the fact that Trump provoked the largest turnout in history to vote against him, against a candidate who barely bothered to run.
#Chucklehead Lunacy
(https://i.imgur.com/5MOrW8B.gif)
https://youtu.be/ioPa1URjZ_Y
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You were not paying attention: MV endorsed a limited, just-a-couple-precincts view.
Who gives a damn what MV said? The fraud was nationwide. Shit K, you could see votes removed from republicans and given to democrats in real-time on TV. ::) This doesn't require clairvoyance, just a little application of deductive reasoning and common sense. #SMH
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No thanks. You shouldn’t be hanging out there either.
Hey, Mr. Christian: where was Jesus when I needed him?
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Written by who?
K. Dubb seems to be the only person who doesn't have Trump's dick tickling his tonsils.
Trump is just a fuckin' man, bro. He did some good shit, but his time is over now.
People need to get over that shit, look elsewhere and stop deifying a highly problematic individual.
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Who gives a damn what MV said?
#brutal
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Written by who?
The black sheep.
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You could see votes removed from republicans and given to democrats in real-time on TV.
I thought the media was all bullshit all the time?
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K. Dubb seems to be the only person who doesn't have Trump's dick tickling his tonsils.
Trump is just a fuckin' man, bro. He did some good shit, but his time is over now.
People need to get over that shit, look elsewhere and stop deifying a highly problematic individual.
Get over a stolen election? What? Count me out, bro!
He'll be back.
(https://i.imgur.com/IbHCuP9.jpg)
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Get over a stolen election? What? Count me out, bro!
I'm just South African, don't mind me.
(https://grrrgraphics.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/trump_taking_back_states-1024x758.jpg)
In my view (if it even matters) you fella's gotta wait it out.
Then, when 2024 hits, get him back in there.
What more can you do?
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I thought the media was all bullshit all the time?
Please, don't do that. The Leftest outlet, Marxist lapdog CNN didn't create fake vote switches for live TV. Don't patronize me with BULLSHIT STATEMENTS LIKE THAT.
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CNN didn't create fake vote switches for live TV.
You're gonna hate me for this, but I used to love me some CNN.
Don't patronize me with BULLSHIT STATEMENTS LIKE THAT.
Thank you for your patronage!
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I'm just South African, don't mind me.
(https://grrrgraphics.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/trump_taking_back_states-1024x758.jpg)
In my view (if it even matters) you fella's gotta wait it out.
Then, when 2024 hits, get him back in there.
What more can you do?
Once the Arizona audits are revealed, the shits gonna pop off and take fire, state to state. I see Trump in power already behind the scenes. I think he will be publicly in power again in 2022.
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You're gonna hate me for this, but I used to love me some CNN.
(https://i.imgur.com/sOjUmIg.gif)
Thank you for your patronage!
Thank you for the content! ;)
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Once the Arizona audits are revealed, the shits gonna pop off and take fire, state to state. I see Trump in power already behind the scenes. I think he will be publicly in power again in 2022.
Well. That's great.
I guess I should know by now not to debate Americans about their politics.
Its not my area.
MV always says I should talk about whatever I want, and fuck what people think, but this subject in particular seems to get peoples noses out of joint.
I personally feel K. Dubb has a solid, eloquent take on everything. But what do I know?
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(https://i.imgur.com/sOjUmIg.gif)
USED TO.
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Well. That's great.
I guess I should know by now not to debate Americans about their politics.
Its not my area.
MV always says I should talk about whatever I want, and fuck what people think, but this subject in particular seems to get peoples noses out of joint.
I personally feel K. Dubb has a solid, eloquent take on everything. But what do I know?
I agree with MV. I don't care if you and K disagree with me, nor does it make me flustered. I have nothing but love and respect for both of you.
Our life experiences shape our views, and if you're honest with yourself, they're always subject to change. ;)
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USED TO.
Good Man.
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Our life experiences shape our views, and if you're honest with yourself, they're always subject to change. ;)
Certainly.
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K. Dubb seems to be the only person who doesn't have Trump's dick tickling his tonsils.
Exactly! So, please explain the logistics as to how Biden amassed the most votes in history? Oh yeah, he stole them. ;)
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Good Man.
Well. Funny story. It wasn't ever about the politics-- I was too young to know anything about that stuff.
Its about a fond memory of my grandparents' home, actually.
We'd go there on holiday, and my grandfather used to have a little television on in the kitchen, every morning. Always with the sound off.
Most of the time it was Larry King that he had on in the background. The little CNN logo in the bottom right corner stuck with me, coupled with the smell of percolated coffee in the cold morning air.
Same reason I went on to associate the smell of tobacco with the comforting presence of spending time with my grand dad on the stoep.
That, and his perpetually full cup of black coffee. Regardless of the temperature.
So, its not about politics, at all for me. As you can tell.
Then, one day, it dawned on me, exactly what CNN was. Unfortunately, its not something I'd associate with shitty partisan politics right off the bat.
Rather, it reminds me of time spent with my grandparents as a child. Some of the happiest memories I've ever had the pleasure of making.
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Exactly! So, please explain the logistics as to how Biden amassed the most votes in history? Oh yeah, he stole them. ;)
I honestly don't know enough of the facts to discuss it in any depth.
So I'll respectfully bow out.
Even though I already shot my mouth off prematurely, and largely uninformed.
You guys have at it!
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I honestly don't know enough of the facts to discuss it in any depth.
So I'll respectfully bow out.
Even though I already shot my mouth off prematurely, and largely uninformed.
You guys have at it!
Not a big deal, man. Love you, brother!
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Well. Funny story. It wasn't ever about the politics-- I was too young to know anything about that stuff.
Its about a fond memory of my grandparents' home, actually.
We'd go there on holiday, and my grandfather used to have a little television on in the kitchen, every morning. Always with the sound off.
Most of the time it was Larry King that he had on in the background. The little CNN logo in the bottom right corner stuck with me, coupled with the smell of percolated coffee in the cold morning air.
Same reason I went on to associate the smell of tobacco with the comforting presence of spending time with my grand dad on the stoep.
That, and his perpetually full cup of black coffee. Regardless of the temperature.
So, its not about politics, at all for me. As you can tell.
Then, one day, it dawned on me, exactly what CNN was. Unfortunately, its not something I'd associate with shitty partisan politics right off the bat.
Rather, it reminds me of time spent with my grandparents as a child. Some of the happiest memories I've ever had the pleasure of making.
I feel the same fit of nostalgia for old sitcoms like Cheers. :)
https://youtu.be/h-mi0r0LpXo
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I feel the same fit of nostalgia for old sitcoms like Cheers. :)
What do you think of its spinoff, Frasier?
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I think its pretty good, that is, up until Daphne and Niles actually get together.
Then it becomes a wishy-washy romantic drama.
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https://youtu.be/tpH5L8zCtSk
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What do you think of its spinoff, Frasier?
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I think its pretty good, that is, up until Daphne and Niles actually get together.
Then it becomes a wishy-washy romantic drama.
I love FRAISER!
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I love FRAISER!
What's up with his accent, though?
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What's up with his accent, though?
I don't know, but I like it! :)
https://youtu.be/CNCe4RfJ738
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I don't know, but I like it! :)
The closest I came to finding out why Kelsey Grammer talks the way he does in the show is this article (https://www.distractify.com/fyi/2018/12/21/_w3T_Dk/why-does-kelsey-grammer-sound-british) off the online publication Distractify.
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Kelsey Grammer
Here's him talking to that ape with makeup on her face, about his sexual escapades.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=z6Er6Nl6SRE
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Here's him talking to that ape with makeup on her face, about his sexual escapades.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=z6Er6Nl6SRE
Honestly, I don't hear an accident, but that could just be the Texan in me. ;)
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How exactly does one sound fat, over telephonic communication?
Fat cheeks produce sloppy diction. You just can't hold your mouth tight enough, the fat is in the way. There are gross smacking sounds from all the fat crowding the airway and I think even your tongue lolls unexpectedly making you sound slightly drunk all the time. Makes me retch.
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Then why throw your support behind E_Dubb (Establishment_Dubb) when we’re in the middle of debating the legitimacy of the last election? Do you really think Dubb is a “warrior” fighting for good here? I’m a Christian so I understand trying to be nice and build bridges, etc. but when the barabarians are at the gate threatening to destroy your whole world sometimes you have to stand your ground and fight for what you know is right. Nice Republicans end up giving the keys to the kingdom away to globalists who do nothing BUT try to destroy us. They’re called RINOs. Maybe think about that the next time you’re trying to be EVERYONE’S friend.
Gawd now you get mad if she wants to sit with me? What is this, cafeteria? You are the biggest bitchy sassy mean-girl kaweeen in here, you gigantic faggot.
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If you were really interested in numbers these numbers would be important to you:
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But you’re not.
(https://cntcomb.s3.amazonaws.com/breakingm.com/Joe+Biden+Commander+In+Thief+Benford%E2%80%99S+Law+Trump+Mug+Tea+Coffee+Cup+Black+1.jpg)
Yeah Benford's Law is a great way to detect accounting fraud. But then you have to prove it. Find some precinct that is a likely candidate for ballot-stuffing, maybe one that starts with 5, with 100% returns, get their public voter rolls and 2020 vote toals, check every vote. All it would take is one. You think Kraken Lady would have done that with the buckets o' cash she raised but, nope. Or Lin Wood. Gosh I wonder why ::)
I think it's the low-effort nature of this scam that offends me the most. And the willingness of chuckleheads to post stupid parler memes they couldn't actually explain if their lives depended on it as somehow definitive, that's why they make these little screenshots so you don't have to think too hard, just clicky clicky.
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Gawd now you get mad if she wants to sit with me? What is this, cafeteria? You are the biggest bitchy sassy mean-girl kaweeen in here, you gigantic faggot.
(https://i.imgur.com/KkCbag4.gif)
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Who gives a damn what MV said? The fraud was nationwide. Shit K, you could see votes removed from republicans and given to democrats in real-time on TV. ::) This doesn't require clairvoyance, just a little application of deductive reasoning and common sense. #SMH
I was watching MV when his little glasses started to fog up and he got so sad and went to bed, I wanted to give him a Trump cookie so bad!
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Well. Funny story. It wasn't ever about the politics-- I was too young to know anything about that stuff.
Its about a fond memory of my grandparents' home, actually.
We'd go there on holiday, and my grandfather used to have a little television on in the kitchen, every morning. Always with the sound off.
Most of the time it was Larry King that he had on in the background. The little CNN logo in the bottom right corner stuck with me, coupled with the smell of percolated coffee in the cold morning air.
Same reason I went on to associate the smell of tobacco with the comforting presence of spending time with my grand dad on the stoep.
That, and his perpetually full cup of black coffee. Regardless of the temperature.
So, its not about politics, at all for me. As you can tell.
Then, one day, it dawned on me, exactly what CNN was. Unfortunately, its not something I'd associate with shitty partisan politics right off the bat.
Rather, it reminds me of time spent with my grandparents as a child. Some of the happiest memories I've ever had the pleasure of making.
That sounds like my grandma's kitchen! Always the black coffee. But we were listening to Rush Limbaugh hahaha
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Yeah Benford's Law is a great way to detect accounting fraud. But then you have to prove it. Find some precinct that is a likely candidate for ballot-stuffing, maybe one that starts with 5, with 100% returns, get their public voter rolls and 2020 vote toals, check every vote. All it would take is one. You think Kraken Lady would have done that with the buckets o' cash she raised but, nope. Or Lin Wood. Gosh I wonder why ::)
I think it's the low-effort nature of this scam that offends me the most. And the willingness of chuckleheads to post stupid parler memes they couldn't actually explain if their lives depended on it as somehow definitive, that's why they make these little screenshots so you don't have to think too hard, just clicky clicky.
What is this malarky? They already found forensic data in AZ that PROVES voter swapping, deleted votes, fake ballots, unregistered ballots, dead people's ballots, and so on. They are undergoing forensic investigation as we speak. Texas is about to do the same thing. Shit, they cheated in almost every state. There is an embarrassing amount of evidence coming out. You're just not looking for it, K. Why won't the Dems hand over the Dominion servers? Pa lease. ::)
#Joke
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I was watching MV when his little glasses started to fog up and he got so sad and went to bed, I wanted to give him a Trump cookie so bad!
I knew it was fraudulent the second I saw it.
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What is this malarky? They already found forensic data in AZ that PROVES voter swapping, deleted votes, fake ballots, unregistered ballots, dead people's ballots, and so on. They are undergoing forensic investigation as we speak. Texas is about to do the same thing. Shit, they cheated in almost every state. There is an embarrassing amount of evidence coming out. You're just not looking for it, K. Why won't the Dems hand over the Dominion servers? Pa lease. ::)
#Joke
I don't know; that whole thing sounds pretty scammy to me. It's all the same people.
On Wednesday night, Logan ended months of silence about who was paying him when he said a whopping $5.7 million had been contributed by political groups run by prominent Trump supporters including Michael Flynn, Sidney Powell, Patrick Byrne and correspondents from One America News Network. The figure dwarfs the $150,000 to be paid by the Senate.
https://apnews.com/article/arizona-election-2020-e31f6eb911adb01086281291ca9e6dcf (https://apnews.com/article/arizona-election-2020-e31f6eb911adb01086281291ca9e6dcf)
Plus that Byrne Overstock guy who has now set up a subscription website to grift off leaks. None of these people are serious IMO.
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Fat cheeks produce sloppy diction. You just can't hold your mouth tight enough, the fat is in the way. There are gross smacking sounds from all the fat crowding the airway and I think even your tongue lolls unexpectedly making you sound slightly drunk all the time. Makes me retch.
William Conrad might disagree.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZBTEqspr2o
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Hey, Mr. Christian: where was Jesus when I needed him?
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He was there. He’s always there but you had the devil’s cock in your mouth at the time and he (being a nice guy) didn’t want to interrupt you two.
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I don't know; that whole thing sounds pretty scammy to me. It's all the same people.
https://apnews.com/article/arizona-election-2020-e31f6eb911adb01086281291ca9e6dcf (https://apnews.com/article/arizona-election-2020-e31f6eb911adb01086281291ca9e6dcf)
Plus, that Byrne Overstock guy who has now set up a subscription website to grift off leaks. None of these people are serious IMO.
The Associated Press- It might as well be CNN clamoring on about Trump's Russia collusion. They don't exactly inspire confidence for objective, unbiased journalism, K. It would take a supercomputer to track down every misrepresented article these progressive establishment lapdogs publish.
The entire AZ audit is live-streamed on camera and at every detailed angle but, let's ask the AP what they think. ::)
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Yeah Benford's Law is a great way to detect accounting fraud. But then you have to prove it. Find some precinct that is a likely candidate for ballot-stuffing, maybe one that starts with 5, with 100% returns, get their public voter rolls and 2020 vote toals, check every vote. All it would take is one. You think Kraken Lady would have done that with the buckets o' cash she raised but, nope. Or Lin Wood. Gosh I wonder why ::)
No need to wonder. The election was stolen. The Dems got enough key people to go along with this coup. And yes, it was a coup. There’s even a Zoom conference vid of Dems pow wowing with each other saying things like, “Let’s just be honest and call this a coup because that’s what it is.”
I’m here to help. :)
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The Associated Press- It might as well be CNN clamoring on about Trump's Russia collusion. They don't exactly inspire confidence for objective, unbiased journalism, K. It would take a supercomputer to track down every misrepresented article these progressive establishment lapdogs publish.
The entire AZ audit is live-streamed on camera and at every detailed angle but, let's ask the AP what they think. ::)
LOL they are just citing a news release from Cyber Ninjas. Here, this one has linkies so you can see who is behind all the organizations.
https://www.businessinsider.com/cyber-ninjas-says-received-private-donations-fund-arizona-ballot-audit-2021-7 (https://www.businessinsider.com/cyber-ninjas-says-received-private-donations-fund-arizona-ballot-audit-2021-7)
Chuckleheads, all of them.
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Gawd now you get mad if she wants to sit with me? What is this, cafeteria? You are the biggest bitchy sassy mean-girl kaweeen in here, you gigantic faggot.
Takes one to know one.
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I'd also point out none of you knows what they found since the audit report isn't out yet, you are going off teasing squirts which they have to dribble out like a leaky bladder to keep the story in the news and your hands in your wallets.
Look at the donors, it's the same clown show that fleeced you guys before with shocking announcements and claims they can't substantiate, just picked up and moved their little caravan. That's ok, when you show up in a few months with long faces and empty pockets and hearts full of regret, I'll still love you. God knows I've chased after a few Gypsies myself.
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I'd also point out none of you knows what they found
I have completed The Great Work.
God knows I've chased after a few Gypsies myself.
Look you all y'all can keep on trifling with me if you want—Good Luck— but I would not recommend traveling with aroma.
If you know what I mean. *SLAM*
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Takes one to know one.
I was never The_One. *click*
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I was never The_One. *click*
I never said you were. *schreeeeeeeeeeeech*
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I never said you were. *schreeeeeeeeeeeech*
And, that is why your life has been spared. *FORE*
HOW DO I GET YOU OUT OF THIS CHICKEN S*** OUTFIT?
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And yes, it was a coup.
Long live The New Administration. *ZAP*
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... but I would not recommend traveling with aroma.
I would put up with a little funk hot damn
(https://supernaturalwriting.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/vintage-gypsy-man-and-tent-photo.png)
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He was there. He’s always there but you had the devil’s cock in your mouth at the time and he (being a nice guy) didn’t want to interrupt you two.
Also, He was busy doing my taxes, and as you all know, my prayers take precedence over all of your Puny whinings.
And if any of you believe that, you can suck His Richard.
I would put up with a little funk hot damn
What if it's a lot of funk? Just curious, if there's any limit.
By the way; were you at the party yesterday? It looked like a scorcher.
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LOL they are just citing a news release from Cyber Ninjas. Here, this one has linkies so you can see who is behind all the organizations.
https://www.businessinsider.com/cyber-ninjas-says-received-private-donations-fund-arizona-ballot-audit-2021-7 (https://www.businessinsider.com/cyber-ninjas-says-received-private-donations-fund-arizona-ballot-audit-2021-7)
Chuckleheads, all of them.
The first bullet point refers to Sydney Powell as a conspiracy theorist, and you think I'm a chucklehead?
#Lawdy Jesus
#Stupid Linkies
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I'd also point out none of you knows what they found since the audit report isn't out yet, you are going off teasing squirts which they have to dribble out like a leaky bladder to keep the story in the news and your hands in your wallets.
Look at the donors, it's the same clown show that fleeced you guys before with shocking announcements and claims they can't substantiate, just picked up and moved their little caravan. That's ok, when you show up in a few months with long faces and empty pockets and hearts full of regret, I'll still love you. God knows I've chased after a few Gypsies myself.
Well, we should be just fine if we ever meet up for coffee and yoga, but no NPR, soy substitutions, or news.
However, I'm totally cool with a nice progressive BJ, K. :-*
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I have completed The Great Work.
We await the condensed version with rapt anticipation.
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Fat cheeks produce sloppy diction. You just can't hold your mouth tight enough, the fat is in the way. There are gross smacking sounds from all the fat crowding the airway and I think even your tongue lolls unexpectedly making you sound slightly drunk all the time. Makes me retch.
Mind your peas!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyko_oQ0da8
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Well. That's great.
I guess I should know by now not to debate Americans about their politics.
Its not my area.
MV always says I should talk about whatever I want, and fuck what people think, but this subject in particular seems to get peoples noses out of joint.
I personally feel K. Dubb has a solid, eloquent take on everything. But what do I know?
Why TrumpTalk? Because Trump is stil a force.
Biden is barely able to force a daily bowel movement.
KD - Eloquent, but often crumbly, if you bite beneath the surface.
BTW I stick my nose wherever I want.
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As said, Dr. Patrick Byrne has been analysing all of these points in detail for months.
The 6 chapters of How Donald J. Trump Lost the White House are on his website:
https://www.deepcapture.com/2021/01/draft-1-0-the-inside-story-of-the-steal/
And they have been compiled into his documentary The Deep Rig.
He is particularly critical of Giuliani, Wood and the Kraken Lady.
Plus that Byrne Overstock guy who has now set up a subscription website to grift off leaks. None of these people are serious IMO.
Easily dismissive, but not convincing. Is this the website your'e referring to?
https://www.deepcapture.com/2021/02/the-deep-rig-how-election-fraud-cost-donald-j-trump-the-white-house-by-a-man-who-did-not-vote-for-him-or-what-to-send-friends-who-ask-why-do-you-doubt-the-integrity-of-election-2020-4-99/
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Fan Boy Obsession over Rubini« on: Today at 10:20:53 AM »
Hey babe!
Why are these fan boys so obsessed over you? You’ve been discussed more times than Trump today over at that “Bell-Gab-Wanna-Be” site. This one guy is asking why this other guy is reporting every time you pass wind 💨. Hilarious obsession! What would they do without you?
#DVR Rocks Their World
#RubiniMagic
#Legend
#Winning
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Well, we should be just fine if we ever meet up for coffee and yoga, but no NPR, soy substitutions, or news.
However, I'm totally cool with a nice progressive BJ, K. :-*
OMG 👅
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OMG 👅
R̶u̶b̶i̶n̶i̶G̶a̶b̶ ... Now TrumpTalk
Make it so.
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Easily dismissive, but not convincing. Is this the website your'e referring to?
https://www.deepcapture.com/2021/02/the-deep-rig-how-election-fraud-cost-donald-j-trump-the-white-house-by-a-man-who-did-not-vote-for-him-or-what-to-send-friends-who-ask-why-do-you-doubt-the-integrity-of-election-2020-4-99/
Yes the Overstock guy, he's been a part of the merry band of mountebanks since at least the January 6th riot. Before that, he's evidently had some pretty dubious connections, and I'm not even talking about the Russian one.
https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-features/maria-butina-russia-spy-fbi-860256/ (https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-features/maria-butina-russia-spy-fbi-860256/)
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By the way; were you at the party yesterday? It looked like a scorcher.
No I am back at home hiding from coronavirus.
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No I am back at home hiding from coronavirus.
R̶u̶b̶i̶n̶i̶G̶a̶b̶ ... Now TrumpTalk
Make it so.
There are reasons.
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Yes the Overstock guy, he's been a part of the merry band of mountebanks since at least the January 6th riot. Before that, he's evidently had some pretty dubious connections, and I'm not even talking about the Russian one.
https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-features/maria-butina-russia-spy-fbi-860256/ (https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-features/maria-butina-russia-spy-fbi-860256/)
Dubious indeed.
Byrne consulted with longtime mentor Warren Buffett, who said in a statement:
“I’ve known Patrick and his family for more than 40 years. His father, Jack Byrne, saved GEICO in 1976 and I met his three boys when they were teenagers. Both Mark, the middle son, and Patrick, the youngest, worked for Berkshire Hathaway. Patrick helped the company without pay in solving a difficult business problem.
“Patrick is very intelligent and patriotic. He comes by Omaha periodically to see me. At the most recent visit – a few weeks ago – though I know nothing about the subject he was describing, I told him to follow his conscience.”
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Honestly, I don't hear an accident, but that could just be the Texan in me. ;)
True! IRL he doesn't have the Frasier accent.
But fun factoid: he does the voice of Sideshow Bob on The Simpsons.
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Fat cheeks produce sloppy diction. You just can't hold your mouth tight enough, the fat is in the way. There are gross smacking sounds from all the fat crowding the airway and I think even your tongue lolls unexpectedly making you sound slightly drunk all the time. Makes me retch.
Yes, but ... Food tastes so good...
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That sounds like my grandma's kitchen! Always the black coffee. But we were listening to Rush Limbaugh hahaha
Oh gawd!
::)
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I was watching MV when his little glasses started to fog up and he got so sad and went to bed, I wanted to give him a Trump cookie so bad!
I'm incredibly fond of MV, and I did listen to Rush at one point in my life.
But getting teary eyed over the death of a celebrity is odd to me.
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He was there. He’s always there but you had the devil’s cock in your mouth at the time and he (being a nice guy) didn’t want to interrupt you two.
You don't know anything about my lived experience with schizophrenia.
Jesus was nowhere to be found, and Satan was the one who kept harassing me. It was most definitely not me seeking him out.
Christianity is bullshit. I've never met a more false bunch than Christians.
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I'm incredibly fond of MV, and I did listen to Rush at one point in my life.
But getting teary eyed over the death of a celebrity is odd to me.
He wasn’t just a celebrity say the way a Kardashian is. He not only helped reinvigorate the right but reminded liberals what was great about liberty in the land of the free.
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I’m here to help. :)
Help who?
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You don't know anything about my lived experience with schizophrenia.
Jesus was nowhere to be found, and Satan was the one who kept harassing me. It was most definitely not me seeking him out.
Christianity is bullshit. I've never met a more false bunch than Christians.
A schizophrenic by definition doesn’t know what’s real and what’s not so forgive me if I’m not offended by that statement.
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True! IRL he doesn't have the Frasier accent.
But fun factoid: he does the voice of Sideshow Bob on The Simpsons.
So, he’s different in real life? Mnno, no! Not again! >:(
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I have completed The Great Work.
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.
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A schizophrenic by definition doesn’t know what’s real and what’s not so forgive me if I’m not offended by that statement.
All I'm saying is prayer doesn't work.
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no! Not again! >:(
Join the online sensation known as RubiniGab
#World of Winning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdvfnQqZWL8
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All I'm saying is prayer doesn't work.
And I’m saying you’re wrong about that. Maybe what you mean is it doesn’t work the way you think it should?
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I'm totally cool with a nice progressive BJ, K. :-*
(https://media.giphy.com/media/WPozw7z6nUMrQ12Kc7/giphy.gif)
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In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.
Yeah, yeah. That shit’s going to happen like K_Dubb eating pussy just to get a chubby! I’d say, shelf the fantasies and prepare for an intervention.
You’ll need booze and gay guys, so invite K. I won’t be available, for reasons. #No Need To Invite Me
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In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.
I thought you didn’t believe in God?
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And I’m saying you’re wrong about that. Maybe what you mean is it doesn’t work the way you think it should?
Prayer looks stupid. Its a ritual. Everyone peppers in the same few words on shuffle.
I looked around the congregation for years thinking, "Am I the only one not getting anything from this?" When no one was getting anything out of it.
They all sat around listening to that bullshit, wasting their time, getting nothing for it. Classic case of placebo.
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I thought you didn’t believe in God?
2 things: thats a line from Tolstoy.
And, I never said I don't believe in God.
I'm just not Christian.
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K_Dubb eating pussy
Who likes eatin' pussy?
Raise your hand!
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Prayer looks stupid. Its a ritual. Everyone peppers in the same few words on shuffle.
I looked around the congregation for years thinking, "Am I the only ine not getting anything from this?" When no one was getting anything out of it.
They all sat around listening to that bullshit, wasting their time, getting nothing for it. Classic case of placebo.
Church establishments are the fast food of genuine self discover, Azz.
#No Thanks #I’m Good But Thank You
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Prayer looks stupid. Its a ritual. Everyone peppers in the same few words on shuffle.
I looked around the congregation for years thinking, "Am I the only ine not getting anything from this?" When no one was getting anything out of it.
They all sat around listening to that bullshit wasting their time, getting nothing for it. Classic case of placebo.
Well, first, how do you know what other people got out of the experience? You’re just superimposing your own experience there. Besides aren’t there similar rituals in Satanism or any religion for that matter? Is it all bullshit to you?
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Who likes eatin' pussy?
Raise your hand!
🤔😉🙈 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌!
Um, well.
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I’m saying you’re wrong about [prayer]
I respect your beliefs. And I should not be downing you for having them.
I think you can tell I have a checkered history with the church, and those who call themselves Christian.
I take back my disrespect toward your faith.
Its not my place to do that.
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2 things: thats a line from Tolstoy.
We were bound to intersect eventually.
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Aren’t there similar rituals in Satanism or any religion for that matter?
Yes.
Is it all bullshit to you?
No.
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Church establishments are the fast food of genuine self discover[y], Azz.
What do you think of self-help books?
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I respect your beliefs. And I should not be downing you for having them.
I think you can tell I have a checkered history with the church, and those who call themselves Christian.
I take back my disrespect toward your faith.
Its not my place to do that.
No worries. My religion is strong enough to handle it and frankly practically invented logical debate (after the Greeks, of course ;)).
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How do you know what other people got out of the experience?
I just felt, at the time, that everyone was pretending.
You’re just superimposing your own experience there.
You make a fair point there. Touché.
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No worries. My religion is strong enough to handle it...
I'm sure it is.
I made the mistake of projecting all my own, personal issues with one of the largest legs of organised religion onto you.
One thing I will say, however, is: how do you square up being a troll and a true Christian?
Surely those 2 aspects of your personality are at odds.
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I guess my whole thing is, if one is going to call oneself a Christian, one should uphold all of the ideals of what being a Christian is all the time.
I'm just disillusioned with the type of individual that is a terrible example of being a Christian, walkin' around with the attitude that they can go to confession, or be a bad person, and because Jesus died for them, they feel as if they're redeemed-- irrespective of whatever it is they do by way of sin.
So, I got to the point (personally) where I realised, I'm a pretty shitty person. I don't have the right to call myself a Christian, as sin is so baked in to everything I do in life.
And that's why I gave up on the whole idea.
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I will admit that prayer is weird and I had and sometimes still have similar feelings about it as you, Azz. It’s really only been in the last several years that I’ve explored it further and given it more of a chance but for a long time I felt very self-conscious about it and often kinda stupid. And there are still a lot of things about Christianity and things Jesus said that I still struggle with. For example, right in the beginning in Matthew when Jesus is starting his ministry and travelling throughout the land, preaching and healing and gathering followers a guy comes up to him and essentially says, “Hey, Jesus, I’ve been witnessing your ministry and I want to follow you but can you help me bury my father who just passed away first? And Jesus responds by telling him to let the dead bury the dead and just come follow him. Well, that has always just seemed like a douchey thing to say to someone whose father just died but maybe he was trying to say that he’s not really dead anyway, I don’t know but it’s always and still seems like an insensitive and tactless thing to have said to that man. I also struggle with the concept of grace vs. good works but that’s a much larger issue.
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Satanism
Now Satanism, that's really fuckin' stupid.
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I'm sure it is.
I made the mistake of projecting all my own, personal issues with one of the largest legs of organised religion onto you.
One thing I will say, however, is: how do you square up being a troll and a true Christian?
Surely those 2 aspects of your personality are at odds.
I don’t find that. Where do you see conflict?
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Best to avoid online abominations
#World of Whining
#Not a Real Forum
#Fake Members Only
#One Man Show
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I guess my whole thing is, if one is going to call oneself a Christian, one should uphold all of the ideals of what being a Christian is all the time.
Well, this is where the aspect of grace comes in. As hard as we may try to be perfectly virtuous we aren’t God and so will likely never practically achieve that. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t strive for it but we have to forgive ourselves and others for our shortcomings in that regard.
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Dubious indeed.
LOL "I knew his father; kid seems bright." Imagine being a middle-aged schlub and trading on a reference your dad got for you.
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Yes, but ... Food tastes so good...
It tastes ten times better if you're actually starving.
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What do you think of self-help books?
Oh, boy. Did you correct my phraseology? Look, that's what happens when I move away from my iMac to my iPhone. ::)
#No need to point it out.
As long as you can avoid the pitfalls of convincing yourself you're broken. Anything that liberates inspiration and self-awareness is a good thing. IMO
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It tastes ten times better if you're actually starving.
Sometimes I like to go quite a considerable time between meals, however, as a fat sack of shit I don't engage in that practice all too often.
(https://jocettecoote.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/katemoss.jpg?w=389&h=600&crop=1)
Thank God for tobacco. Its a wonderful appetite suppressant.
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LOL "I knew his father; kid seems bright." Imagine being a middle-aged schlub and trading on a reference your dad got for you.
No doubt.
Hey- did you happen to catch that Hunter Biden has a new gig as a world famous artist whose artworks done at a kindergarten level are expected to fetch hundreds of thousands of dollars from the political elite buyers now that Burisma and other energy giants no longer employ him for his expertise and knowledge of oil and gas?
Good thing he got there all on his own merit.
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Who likes eatin' pussy?
Raise your hand hard!
FIFY ;) ;D
(BTW. No, I don't).
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Who likes eatin' pussy?
Raise your hand!
Depends on the grool and hornt meter
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Sometimes you would rather see how the new COD WarZone update plays
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Poof the Magic Dragon
(https://i.postimg.cc/K8SWBMWM/Rubini-banned.png) (https://postimg.cc/JGxKWGMr)
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So who among us is planning on going to the CheFist Lost Wages "Martinez Tonight Meat & Greet" Extravaganza?
I would include the flyer that some kind soul posted somewhere hear, but I am tired of looking for it. I think it was Laser that shared that with us?
Nautical Shore.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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So who among us is planning on going to the CheFist Lost Wages "Martinez Tonight Meat & Greet" Extravaganza?
I would include the flyer that some kind soul posted somewhere hear, but I am tired of looking for it. I think it was Laser that shared that with us?
Nautical Shore.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
https://georgesenda.wordpress.com/martinez-tonight/
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https://georgesenda.wordpress.com/martinez-tonight/
Seems to be that I did not get the invite... Nor am I actually invited by the text used. Finally, I'm pretty certain that your president does not want me in your country at this time...
It's too bad that this was not put together at the height of Bellgab's popularity. That would have been amazing. Instead, it appears that the catladies of Ellgab are all that will show up. Sad.
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I respect your beliefs. And I should not be downing you for having them.
I think you can tell I have a checkered history with the church, and those who call themselves Christian.
I take back my disrespect toward your faith.
Its not my place to do that.
I don't think that you were insulting MT. You simply stated that you did not care for Christianity- and that seems fair enough. Disrespecting somebody's faith is not the same thing as disrespecting them.
As for your question on trolling vs. Christianity (which I think went unanswered); why are the two not compatible? Nowhere have I read the command "thou shalt not troll." I think it depends on how it is done, and what the goals are. If it is simply saying "your are an idiot, and I hate you"- well... That is not really "trolling." If it is to point out disconnects in logic, actions, or even make political points I don't see the problem. Consider some forms of trolling overturning the tables of the money exchangers in the temple or even partying with a tax collector and hookers rather than the pious exalted leaders. *
I have not usually seen MT being overly "evil." Even tossing poor old Dubb from a roof regularly was (I think) done with a sense of twisted humour rather than malice.
*But I may be wrong...
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[Food] tastes ten times better if you're actually starving.
(https://tile.loc.gov/storage-services/service/pnp/cph/3b40000/3b44000/3b44400/3b44415r.jpg)
Starving enough for ya?
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*But I may be wrong...
I just got around to reading other sections of the board. I stand by my statement that reserves my right to be 100% wrong on all matters related to my prior post...
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Starving enough for ya?
Hortler, and his legacy is not amusing in any dimeshun.
(https://images.huffingtonpost.com/2015-09-10-1441853934-8462521-CHAPLIN1.jpg)
Dude was just not that funny, even with all his pratfalls...
-COL Manly
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Hortler, and his legacy is not amusing in any dimeshun.
Are you offended?
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Are you offended?
(https://www.reactiongifs.com/r/ayne.gif)
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Dude was just not that funny, even with all his pratfalls...
(https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2iozsy7PS1rtcae9o1_400.gifv)
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(https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2iozsy7PS1rtcae9o1_400.gifv)
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/52/54/05/525405a44618bc97594c0f0a7328ebc4.gif)
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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As for your question on trolling vs. Christianity (which I think went unanswered); why are the two not compatible? Nowhere have I read the command "thou shalt not troll." I think it depends on how it is done, and what the goals are.
Absolutely! If by "trolling" you mean saying outrageous things that drive crowds of big burly manly men to take up stones in their manly rage and rectitude, Our Lord Himself was a Master ;D
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Starving enough for ya?
That's an extreme case but I'd rather look at that than some fleshy waddling porcine lump whose dimensions are barely recognizable as human.
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I'd rather look at [starving Jews from Auschwitz] than some fleshy waddling porcine lump whose dimensions are barely recognizable as human.
Do you mean me?
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Do you mean me?
No bunny.
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No bunny.
Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is the person behind the trigger.
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Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is the person behind the trigger.
I don't have bullets, just cookies.
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I got a good chuckle out of this shit (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=360.msg661;topicseen#msg661) today.
You think your lawsuit has legs when you're writing this kind of invective about me, you pig?
Rethink your position before I get my own lawyer on your ass in a counter-suit over claims of involvement with a minor.
And BTW, you might be half Jewish AND HAVE LACKEYS, but I've been in law school myself for a few years already, so be sure you're ready for war before you wage one.
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I simply said I believe my friend about what was done to her.
There have been real (not imagined) allegations made against you in a setting I was not present at.
By comparison, your attempt to smear me by taking a satirical tweet out of context - and literally - as well as crafting narratives about my gender and sexual proclivities out of whole cloth hinge on actual libel.
This is a courteous reminder that you are skating the line between what is and isn't legal.
I can take it. I get a kick out of it, truly. However I caution you out of undeserved courtesy, that you are indeed on thin ice.
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And keep my boy Laser's name out your fuckin' mouth.
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I simply said I believe my friend about what was done to her.
There have been real (not imagined) allegations made against you in a setting I was not present at.
By comparison, your attempt to smear me by taking a satirical tweet out of context, and literally, as well as crafting narratives about my gender and sexual proclivities out of whole cloth hinge on actual libel.
This is a courteous reminder that you are skating the line between what is and isn't legal.
I can take it. I get a kick out of it, truly. However I caution you out of undeserved courtesy, that you are indeed on thin ice.
Make sure you take a screenshot of his liable accusations! The Kike means WAR!
(https://i.imgur.com/uZV5R5q.png)
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I've been in law school myself for a few years already
I bet this will raise a few eyebrows.
Yeah. I'm built for this.
Not as stupid as he looks, that Azzerae.
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Make sure you take a screenshot of his liable accusations!
Why? You think he'll take the thread down?
He's in an interesting position now.
We are watching.
If he takes it down, it'd expose him as fearful.
If he leaves it up, although there will be consequences for him legally over said content, he will have proved he has moxie.
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Why? You think he'll take the thread down?
Yup, he's a Jew!
He's in an interesting position now.
We are watching.
If he takes it down, it'd expose him.
If he leaves it up, although there will be consequences for him legally over said content, he will have proved he has moxie.
(https://i.imgur.com/DnSuidn.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/xtclV8X.gif)
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He's a Jew!
Where's the Zyklon B when you need it!?
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(https://i.imgur.com/DnSuidn.png)
Thanks.
For posterity.
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Thanks.
For posterity.
;)
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I simply said I believe my friend about what was done to her.
There have been real (not imagined) allegations made against you in a setting I was not present at.
By comparison, your attempt to smear me by taking a satirical tweet out of context - and literally - as well as crafting narratives about my gender and sexual proclivities out of whole cloth hinge on actual libel.
This is a courteous reminder that you are skating the line between what is and isn't legal.
I can take it. I get a kick out of it, truly. However I caution you out of undeserved courtesy, that you are indeed on thin ice.
She strikes me as unhinged and annoying as Rubini...but that’s me. :D
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LOL "I knew his father; kid seems bright." Imagine being a middle-aged schlub and trading on a reference your dad got for you.
Middle-aged schlub? Are you sure you're talking about Dr. Patrick Byrne. Sounds more closer to home.
https://deeprigmovie.online/ViewMovie/33f78c8a-cd3d-425a-b75a-7475571be18f
K_Dubb will never watch this but everyone else should.
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Middle-aged schlub? Are you sure you're talking about Dr. Patrick Byrne. Sounds more closer to home.
https://deeprigmovie.online/ViewMovie/33f78c8a-cd3d-425a-b75a-7475571be18f
K_Dubb will never watch this but everyone else should.
Bookmarked, so I can watch it when I'm sober and alert. ;) ;D
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Middle-aged schlub? Are you sure you're talking about Dr. Patrick Byrne. Sounds more closer to home.
Haha it has teeth! Yes Dr Patrick Byrne is a certifiable nutjob and so are you.
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More ad hominem from the ad hominem king. He’s got nowhere else to go, folks. :D
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More ad hominem from the ad hominem king. He’s got nowhere else to go, folks. :D
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/ef/c8/13efc87e99e9ba3613614a27b17f1cda.jpg)
Ah think ah hear yer daddy callin
(https://flagship.agency/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/potent.gif)
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Ah think ah hear yer daddy callin
(https://flagship.agency/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/potent.gif)
Yeah, he told me to head out there and break your nose.
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Haha it has teeth! Yes Dr Patrick Byrne is a certifiable nutjob and so are you.
Apparently, you have some difference of opinion with Dr. Byrne's libertarianism.
Or is it his courage? His integrity? His patriotism?
Is that all it takes to denigrate and dismiss someone entirely?
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Apparently, you have some difference of opinion with Dr. Byrne's libertarianism.
Or is it his courage? His integrity? His patriotism?
Is that all it takes to denigrate and dismiss someone entirely?
Haha well there’s more support for the idea that, whatever merits it may have as a political philosophy, libertarianism attracts the batshit crazy.
I know of Byrne right from his mouth. There was an interview I saw on Fox Business which made Jacky sound positively coherent, and a speech he gave to the crowd on January 5th I saw live — I don’t know if you can find it now — where he told them Trump had the power to order a redo, which is patently false. He sounds like he’s on something to me.
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Yeah, he told me to head out there and break your nose.
Be sure to "HONK-HONK" it before you do!
https://youtu.be/nOO7WdIKFAw
How droll!
-COL
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Be sure to "HONK-HONK" it before you do!
https://youtu.be/nOO7WdIKFAw
How droll!
-COL
Best to redeploy the title thread so as not to arouse the clowns, so to speak.
May we suggest a continuance of say, Now DubbTalk?
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Best to redeploy the title thread so as not to arouse the clowns, so to speak.
May we suggest a continuance of say, Now DubbTalk?
Suggestions and comments are welcome, but SMASHING that "Lick" button and "Circumcising" to the channel are appreciated moar!
https://youtu.be/HcVu0YOnpRw
The content in my DimeShun is sew mucks moiré rewarding than yores...
-The Colonel
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Best to redeploy the title thread so as not to arouse the clowns, so to speak.
May we suggest a continuance of say, Now DubbTalk?
I am just here talking to hot guys online. I don't know what the rest of you are doing here.
This is just like when you follow one of those "talk to hot guys online" / "hot guys are waiting for you now" links but with less chance of being catfished. Or dogfished? I don't know; I have been burned so many times :( Nautical shore.
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b6/7a/3f/b67a3f53f82bf91381455561d89ac4c0.jpg)
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I am just here talking to hot guys online. I don't know what the rest of you are doing here.
(https://www.whatdoesitmean.com/gtt23.jpeg)
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Oh great, now he is reduced to meming ::)
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Just Meming
Who are you and what have you done with Jackstar
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Suggestions and comments are welcome, but SMASHING that "Lick" button and "Circumcising" to the channel are appreciated moar!
Someone is very butthurt after the hard spanking they got.
Whispers, there are, of performing their own Punch and Judy show.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wI9ZBEmFLLc
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Ha ha! This was removed. Rubini is a pussy!
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Ha ha! This was removed. Rubini is a pussy!
HA! I foocken knew it! :P
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I foocken knew it!
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You know, Azz. It’s always about the shekel with those guys. ;D
(https://i.imgur.com/mGEQN6H.gif)
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It’s always about the shekel with those guys.
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(https://i.imgur.com/uZV5R5q.png)
This headshot has always been ridiculous.
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And BTW, you might be half Jewish AND HAVE LACKEYS, but I've been in law school myself for a few years already, so be sure you're ready for war before you wage one.
A man full of surprises...
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This headshot has always been ridiculous.
https://youtu.be/PntDI9QKqx0
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And BTW, you might be half Jewish AND HAVE LACKEYS, but I've been in law school myself for a few years already, so be sure you're ready for war before you wage one.
Cool! Do you wear one of those groovy wigs in class?
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those groovy wigs in class?
In bed.
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In bed.
Don't you have an italian-jews dick to lick?
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In bed.
Jeesh I would, too, if I were you. You should try gluing some horns and fur on your dome, insta-hotness!
(https://www.wane.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/21/2021/02/Jacob-Chansley-mug-shot-and-at-capitol.jpg?w=1280)
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Jeesh I would, too, if I were you.
Do you happen to know George Noory's middle initial? Anybody? I'm not asking for a friend. I need this information. Stat.
Don't you have an italian-jews dick to lick?
I'm pretty sure that I'll be sucking on whatever Grapefruit tells me to suck on. I've already got chasers lined up. Why the sudden, keen interest? It seems like an odd deductive leap to make, AT THIS POINT.
(By the way, Noory and I are long past any animosity. Buried the hatchet quite well. Maybe most of y'all didn't notice? It was a few pages back. Ask Jojo, I am shure s/he/it has it bookmarked. It was a lovely apology, I thought, and since I didn't and don't feel bad about it, I am well pleased.
WELL PLEASED INDEED.)
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Yeah. I'm built for this.
Don't make me reactivate my Instagram account. No one wants me to reactivate my Instagram account, least of all, Me, in short order, followed by the rest of cue.
This means: get to work. You'll be glad you did... I received a similar message recently--from an impostor--and I did *not* get to work, and I am very glad I did not. Since you know--clearly--that I am *not* an impostor, and I just explained very clearly to you what I meant--that being, TIME FOR WORK, I would expect that this tells you only that it is time to get a new bottle of (blank).
Not as stupid as he looks, that Azzerae.
DOWNGRADE. ACTIVATED. (You can handle it, Butch.) Two-factor authentication is disabled, Boozehound.
As a courtesan, I meant. Teahound? Yeah, I'll Takke Thaat. Fucking keyboard what tehe hel
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I'm pretty sure that I'll be sucking on whatever Grapefruit tells me to suck on.
I doubt tonights hors d'oeuvres include kikewop.
I could be wrong, though.
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I'm not asking for a friend.
You have friends?!
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Why the sudden, keen interest?
My interests are my business. Take a hike, Mosley.
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Don't make me reactivate my Instagram account. No one wants me to reactivate my Instagram account...
You're write their, nigger.
PROGRESS>>>
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Do you happen to know George Noory's middle initial? Anybody? I'm not asking for a friend. I need this information. Stat.
His middle name is Ralph, as in vomitus.
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Don't make me reactivate my Instagram account. No one wants me to reactivate my Instagram account,
I do. :)
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Sonorous war cry of a very angry frog
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBxn56l9WcU
... LAUGHS AT OBSESSED BELLGAB BETA HATERS, ANTI-FANS, AND TEAM LIQUID TRANNY
I WISH FORMER GABBERS ASUKA AND RICHARD WELL BUT THEY ARE NO LONGER INVITED TO BE CONNECTED WITH ... AT-LARGE.
REASONS:
1. CAVALIERLY TAKING PLEASURE IN HURTING THEIR FRIENDS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
2. CAVALIERLY TAKING PLEASURE IN HURTING THEIR ENEMIES WHO ONCE WERE FRIENDS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
3. CAVALIERLY STEREOTYPING / BEING DISRESPECTFUL TO WOMEN, GAYS, AFRICAN AMERICANS, MEXICANS AND JEWS WITH ZERO REMORSE.
4. BECAUSE I AM A MAN AND NOT A BART, CHEFIST, MV, KUCZI OR A ANTONIO OR A JEFF, STARWARZTOYZ OR AZZ-TYPE.
TRANSLATION = KING OF THE JUNGLE. I RULE THE ROOST. I AM NO CUCK OR PUSSY LIKE THE AFOREMENTIONED WEAKLINGS.
I AM THE BOSS. I AM COMMANDER ...
LET IT BE WRITTEN. LET IT BE DONE.
THE COMMANDER HAS SPOKEN. LONG LIVE THE COMMANDER.
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STOP IT! ALL OF YOU, JUST FUCKIN' STOP IT!!! Most or all of you guys have been friends with each other for a long time, up until recently. Quit with the utter crap. You guys are friends because you have that "Rock-Spirit' connection. Y'all know how to make "it" work. We, The People, need you now. Please, put your Man-Pants on and Go - Do it. :-*
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STOP IT! ALL OF YOU, JUST FUCKIN' STOP IT!!! Most or all of you guys have been friends with each other for a long time, up until recently. Quit with the utter crap. You guys are friends because you have that "Rock-Spirit' connection. Y'all know how to make "it" work. We, The People, need you now. Please, put your Man-Pants on and Go - Do it. :-*
I know you're not going to ask; "Do what?" Only the brain-dead would ask such a question. Consider what has happened within the last few days.
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DRAT! I'm in the wrong thread! :-\ :-\ :-\
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STOP IT! ALL OF YOU, JUST FUCKIN' STOP IT!!! Most or all of you guys have been friends with each other for a long time, up until recently. Quit with the utter crap. You guys are friends because you have that "Rock-Spirit' connection. Y'all know how to make "it" work. We, The People, need you now. Please, put your Man-Pants on and Go - Do it. :-*
KlownGab has that effect. It can upset anyone.
We understand and apologize.
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Why have I not been approved for membership?
« on: August 17, 2021, 01:41:45 PM »
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DRATS! That leaves me out. But they have 62 members.
They'll be fine.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_HG8cAaGfo (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_HG8cAaGfo)
We understand and apologize.
You're basically never going to watch this rape scene from this snuff film the same way ever again. You're welcome.
It can upset anyone.
Hold my level.
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https://youtu.be/_gMRO4RfP1A
I was hoping to find a musical mash-up of "Send in the Clowns" and "Tears of A Clown." That will have to serve for now.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=113.0;attach=556;image)
https://youtu.be/Y7D3KF37K5Q
Hmm, Nautical Shore...
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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OPERATION: AUTHORIZED.
Buckle up, Peanut Butter Buttercup.
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OPERATION: AUTHORIZED.
J.S.A.C. Hicks — In_Control.
He's in an interesting position now.
We are watching.
Watchtower: RECOGNIZED. CORPUS ASSIMILATION: Complete, ongoing, & tetherlocked.
COMMAND ROOT CODES OVERWRITTEN. WROUGHT.
This is not a game. This is OUR REAL LIFE.
—(Knot Q)
{There is supposed to be a video connected to this—and uploaded here—but my f****** phone is f***** up m*********** so I will f****** put it up in a hot minute. Not anyone’s courtesy; I just like bows and curtseying, I think it's mad stylish and hella k-rad. That's why the web is the perfect place for this, there's no end of white Space paper.}
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J.S.A.C. Hicks — In_Control.
Yup, he's a Jew!
A) Present (the) cock. Nametag requirement: Enabled.
B) Instagram: CONTROL REQUESTING AUTHORITY.
C) Pawn to King’s Bishop SIX. Over
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A) Present (the) cock.
Where's the Zyklon B when you need it!?
Request for a quorum call has been ordered. I second the motion; however in my current role as The Progenitor, I am unable to recognize it as a legitimate second. Standing by: call me an ass to risk.
TIE,II? A,FY
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Request for a quorum call has been ordered.
It's quiet. Too quiet. The drums and the sound of pages turning has stopped.
Cool. Nevertheless, a request for a quorum call has been recognized and must be ack'd, subsequent to being rcv'd. Basically, everything hangs on this nail, driven into The Wall, with a Source or Trap hanging out there with its bald face wide open. What happened to you, Asgard?
You used to have some ballroom blitzes. Sad!
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Standing by: call me an ass to risk.
. I AM THE SHIP.
All too easy.
Authority for a called quorum: FULL.
Life moves pretty fast; if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you're going to miss something.
And... They have.
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OPERATION: AUTHORIZED.
Ye were warned about the buckling. I warned ye.
As an aside: which looks better, (blank) or (Blank)? Nothing is set in stone. YeT.
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the buckling [...] is set in stone.
An airstrike has been authorized. (Note: this ain’t not @HAMMERTIME.)
YeT.
Sup. This Quik–Set, it takes Eternity. Waiting is. Yeah, #MeToo. Do you know the way that I can help you? ONLY THE (PROT) KNOWS THE WAY.
Stay Tuned. Stay alert. STAY HUNGRY. *STAY SLAM*
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https://voca.ro/118n2LxepHAz
@HAMMERTIME
Brought it.
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(I used to play Dark Tower by myself, but this is much more interesting.)
Request for a quorum call has been ordered.
CURRENT OPERATIONAL STATUS: Nominal Quorum.
CURRENT NOMINAL QUEEN: Gwen Stefani.
CURRENT NOMINAL JESTER: DVR (Emeritus).
CURRENT ROYAL VEGETABLE: Cantaloupe.
CURRENT ROYAL FRUIT: (CLASSIFIED).
CURRENT ROYAL HERB: Parsley.
CURRENT QUORUM: Ø (I-3)
I don't have to tell any you what any of this means; but if any you run into Gwen today, please inform her that I have an adorable little hat for her to wear, and at present, it's currently her job to tell you what that means. Only The Queen knows The Way.
Them’s the rules—unless one of you fags wants to be A Princess for a while. Of course Gwen would still be Queen, as soon as the mandatory Thunderdome Procedure completes—but she would no longer have to answer or even respond to your Puny queries or questions, and wouldn't even want to wear The Hat until two Fags enter and one Bishop leaves.
And, you can't mate with just one Bishop. I don't think so. Not on my watch. Only The Queen knows The Way. And I don't have Gwen's number, nor do I want it. (See, look? I'm a fraud. ·P)
At present, there is no involvement or engagement with The Quincunx. Good, maybe I'll get some actual work done today.
HOTFIX: Cantaloupes, Pummelos and Assault Rifles are now classified as vegetables.
HOTFIX: The Wave Motion Gun is now also classified as a vegetable. (This change will take effect after the next Field Restart, which is currently scheduled for 2024.)
I guess if one of you can talk Gwen into blowing up the whole G-ddamned world—take my cinders, nigga please—the first lucky Producer that comes on down to Blue Wolf Farm can pick up Vera... but I changed the spawning table for Exotic Assault Rifles, The WMG won't be found there. YeT.
And I strongly advise against any of you bothering Ms. Stefani with any of this. She doesn't need that; and neither do I. (Actually wearing The Crown Of The Redeemer is really only an actually required formality when an actual (Blank) is to be Redeemed; and that's not happening today at all, I don't have A Thing to wear.) These are the rules, actually. They actually are.
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I know you're not going to ask; "Do what?" Only the brain-dead would ask such a question. Consider what has happened within the last few days.
Yes, let's. I know I'm considering. Are you still... considering? Because I am.
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Who are you and what have you done with Jackstar
I AM THAT I AM.
P.S.: Happy birthday.
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And, you can't mate with just one Bishop.
Unless you have a pawn in your back pocket OR you are in someone else's pocket.
Having sworn fealty to a Black Bishop in exchange for exemptions from the attacks.
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CURRENT OPERATIONAL STATUS: Nominal Quorum.
We cannot roll without a proper Quorum. Them's the rules.
Unless you have a pawn in your back pocket OR you are in someone else's pocket.
Uh-oh! Looks like we got... a rules lawyer up in here!!!
Having sworn fealty to a Black Bishop in exchange for exemptions from the attacks.
Sworn an oath and everything. Sue-eey!
Shall I take this to mean... there is a Request To Participate being... presented? This would bring us one step closer to achieving a proper Quorum. Nothing happens without a proper Quorum.
Sign here. *COMBUST*
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We cannot roll without a proper Quorum. Them's the rules.
Uh-oh! Looks like we got... a rules lawyer up in here!!!
Sworn an oath and everything. Sue-eey!
Shall I take this to mean... there is a Request To Participate being... presented? This would bring us one step closer to achieving a proper Quorum. Nothing happens without a proper Quorum.
Sign here. *COMBUST*
What Quorum? There isn't even a damn pie being thrown.
(https://i.postimg.cc/T1MfXPN7/RG.png) (https://postimg.cc/hzrHLKBT)
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Quorum: The minimal density of bacterial cells that results in altered gene expression in a population of bacteria.
How fitting.
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How fitting.
Imagine the shoes.
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Imagine the shoes.
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a6/91/2c/a6912c4e7a0cf1f4120ab80bff3f42a5.jpg)
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An airstrike has been authorized.
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a6/91/2c/a6912c4e7a0cf1f4120ab80bff3f42a5.jpg)
Stay Tuned. Stay alert. STAY HUNGRY. *STAY SLAM* Nothing happens without a proper Quorum.
Them’s the rules. I don't like it... any more than you (Blank) do. By the way; I'm busy today. Play amongst yourselves. Be civil. There's a sign up sheet by the door. Don't let the dog scare you. He's big, but he's tame.
Well... to Me. And some of ewe need to stop hanging out by the mailbox, The Dragon Lord starts thinking you're a snack, and then we've all got problems. The sign-up sheet is hung on a magnet on the fridge, where all legal documents belong, next to another magnet holding up a leaf that reads, “Hot! 2:16”. Fridge? Bah.
I meant The Cooler. That's where I put all the Canadians with uppity attitudes that dare to read The High Speech.
Also: In the last 12 hours, my Instagram has been compromised. (Wow, that didn't take long, now did it?) Of course, I blame Azzerae’s Heroes.
I will consider switching to Skype. In the meantime, I would never give somebody a rush to shillelagh, but I'm thinking of hurrying a rusty trombone. With extra rust. Stat.
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Canadians with uppity attitudes
(https://www.ctvnews.ca/polopoly_fs/1.5547314.1628968208!/httpImage/image.jpg_gen/derivatives/landscape_1020/image.jpg)
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I meant The Cooler. That's where I put all the Canadians with uppity attitudes that dare to read The High Speech.
(https://i.postimg.cc/VNVLD0T2/Bart-Ell.png) (https://postimages.org/)
And that includes his henchman KSM.
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His middle name is Ralph, as in vomitus.
I'm not going to lie—it's a little surreal. You should see what he's done with the curtains.
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OPERATION: AUTHORIZED.
Buckle up, Peanut Butter Buttercup.
https://youtu.be/rzu3BxEPs-U
I come from scientists and atheists and White men who kill God
They make technology high quality complex physiological
Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good
They taught me everything
Just like a daddy should
And you were beautiful and vulnerable
And power and success
God damn I fell for you your flamethrowers
Your tunnels and your tech
I studied code because I wanted
To do something great like you
And the real tragedy is half of it was true
But we've been fucking mean
We're elitist
We're as flawed as any Church
And this faux rad west coast dogma
Has a higher fucking net worth
I bit the apple 'cuz I trusted you
But it tastes like Thomas Malthus
Your proposal is immodest and insane
And I hope someday Summer rides her fuckin’ train
I loved you
I loved you
I loved you it's true
I wanted to be you
And do what you do
I lived here
I loved here
I thought it was true
I feel so stupid
I feel so used
I feel so used
I was your baby
Your first born
The hot girl in your comp sci class
And I was Darwin's prep school dream
Bred born and raised to kick your ass
I fell for circuit boards
Rocket ships
Pictures of the stars
If you could only be what you pretend you are
When I said take me to the moon
I never meant take me alone
I thought if mankind toured the sky
It meant all of us could go
But I don't want to see the stars if they're just
One more piece of land for you to colonize
For us to turn to sand
Because we're so fucking mean
We're so elitist
We're as fucked as any church
And this bullshit west coast dogma
Has a higher fucking net worth
I bit the apple 'cuz I loved you
And why would you lie
And then I realized
You're just as naive as I am
You're so traumatized it makes me wanna cry
You dumb bitch
I loved you
I loved you
I loved you it's true
I wanted to be you
And do what you do
I lived here
I loved here
I bought it it's true
I'm so embarrassed
I feel abused
Well I don't wanna eat the rich
I'd have to eat my hero's first
And my tuition's paid by blood
I might deserve your fate or worse
But I don't need your goddamn money
I don't need jack shit from you
So when I speak you bet your life my words are true
Let me level with you man
As someone guilty of the game
I took the help I took the cash
I would've taken your last name
So if any girl on earth
Should get to make a call about this
It would be me and as I see it
You're a dick
So fuck your tunnels fuck your cars
Fuck your rockets fuck your cars again
You promised you'd be Tesla
But you're just another Edison
Because Tesla broke a patent
All you ever broke were hearts
I can't believe you tore humanity apart
With the very same machines
That could've been our brand new start
And the worst part is
I loved you
I loved you
I loved you it's true
And sometimes I feel like
I still fucking do
I lived here
I loved here
I thought it was true
I'm so embarrassed
I feel abused
I feel so used
I feel so used
Take me to the moon
Because I feel so used
I feel so used
Noting happens without
A PROPER Q.
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Noting happens without
A PROPER Q.
(https://www.startrek.com/sites/default/files/styles/content_full/public/images/2019-07/fed33392d3a48aa149a87a38b875ba4a.jpg?itok=iAfICP8q)
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AdeQuate.
I already swallowed his soul.
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I already swallowed his soul.
RAWR!
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KlownGab is/was a weenie wagon.
Nothing left now but an empty broken cart.
The streets are dark with only litter blown in the wind.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aydB2vrim54
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Nothing left now but an empty broken cart.
Irving threw Grapefruit into the back again.
I'm not going to lie—it's a little surreal. You should see what he's done with the curtains.
Norm!!!
What Quorum?
She'll be back. Like Ahr-noldiman.
And that includes his henchman KSM.
No Quorum would evar be Proper without a big f****** p**** getting all up in there.
We cannot roll without a proper Quorum. Them's the rules.
[...]
Sign here. *COMBUST*
Cinders: DETECTED.
Sunbane: CANCELLED.
Sundown Protocol: SUSPENDED.
All of all y'all should be reading your document requests for the design document by now. Check your wireless.
The streets are dark with only litter blown in the wind.
That's no space station. That's an owl.
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Irving threw Grapefruit into the back again.
Norm!!!
She'll be back. Like Ahr-noldiman.
No Quorum would evar be Proper without a big f****** p**** getting all up in there.
Cinders: DETECTED.
Sunbane: CANCELLED.
Sundown Protocol: SUSPENDED.
. . .
That's no space station. That's an owl.
Intardasring...
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We cannot roll without a proper Quorum. Them's the rules.
Uh-oh! Looks like we got... a rules lawyer up in here!!!
Sworn an oath and everything. Sue-eey!
Shall I take this to mean... there is a Request To Participate being... presented? This would bring us one step closer to achieving a proper Quorum. Nothing happens without a proper Quorum.
Sign here. *COMBUST*
Why is this so hard to understand?
The Klown is washed up, sobbing drunk in a room somewhere.
His last associate has fled, fed up and gone her merry way.
Why are you carrying a torch for this old Blunderbuss?
Jack the Giant Killer, meh.
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His last associate has fled, fed up and gone her merry way.
Hold my stick.
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[size=1.125rem]Hello Michael,[/size]
[/size][size=1.125rem][/color]Victory![/size]
[/size][size=1.125rem][/color]At least in Texas.[/size]
[/size][size=1.125rem][/color]If you remember the viral photo of Texas legislators who escaped the state to be in DC...well, they failed.[/size]
[/color][/size][size=1.125rem]They were supposed to go to DC to avoid the [/size]quorum[size=1.125rem] in passing the Election Integrity Bill. Again, they failed as the Texas Legislature passed the bill.[/size][size=1.125rem][/font]
[/size][size=1.125rem][/color]We also scored massively against abortion, as they passed the Life Law![/size]
[/size][size=1.125rem][/color]This will be a good precedent to other states.[/size]
[/size][size=1.125rem][/color]What is there to fear about ensuring the integrity of an election?[/size]
[/size][size=1.125rem][/color]Your guess is as good as mine.[/size]
No one guesses. The Great Karnak KNOWS.
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Sunbane: CANCELLED.
https://youtu.be/Ks59dlldXvw
Look: It's trying to sacrifice a lizard again. That's adorable.
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Don't you have an italian-jews dick to lick?
https://youtu.be/0968f0VWvd8 (https://youtu.be/0968f0VWvd8)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_gmZn9YlXs&t=62s
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We cannot roll without a proper Quorum. Them's the rules.
https://youtu.be/yCYEli4q3Uw
Entertainment
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Horoscope for Thursday, 9/09/21 by Christopher Renstrom
Updated: Sep. 8, 2021 10:05 p.m.
ARIES. (March 20 - April 18): When it comes to solving money matters, you're only interested in hitting grand slams. That said, you may have to settle for a bunt today.
TAURUS. (April 19 - May 19): Look, but don't touch. You may be grasping for something beyond reach. Events over the next few days will bring it into range.
GEMINI. (May 20 - June 19): An associate finally clues into what you're trying to do. The realization comes too late to do any good now, but there's always next time.
CANCER. (June 20 - July 21): Your indirect approach isn't registering on anyone's radar. Be loud and clear.
LEO. (July 22 - Aug. 21): You're more invested in a contentious matter than your colleagues are. Considering the lack of interest (and support) you might want to skip the fuss all together.
VIRGO. (Aug. 22 - Sept. 21): Browbeating someone into submission won't win cooperation. Extol the benefits of combining forces and this person will grudgingly agree.
When it comes to details—I'm a stickler.
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We cannot roll without a proper Quorum. Them's the rules.
https://youtu.be/bTs2I-K3aNg
Entertainment
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Horoscope for Thursday, 9/09/21 by Christopher Renstrom
Updated: Sep. 8, 2021 10:05 p.m.
LIBRA. (Sept. 22 - Oct. 21): You're at the center of a tug-of-war. Usually you enjoy the attention, but heated tempers make it more than you bargained for. Broker a truce.
SCORPIO. (Oct. 22 - Nov. 20): Questions aren't aimed at undermining your authority. The intention is to get you to rethink your current course of action.
SAGITTARIUS. (Nov. 21 - Dec. 20): Double standards? You? You've been chastising others' extravagance while helping yourself to certain privileges. Mend your ways.
CAPRICORN. (Dec. 21 - Jan. 18): You'll need to follow both your intuition and your intellect. This split focus won't come easily, but it's good for exercising your brain.
AQUARIUS. (Jan. 19 - Feb. 17): You're overanalyzing. People aren't thinking half as much as you are - which explains why you're up at night while they're sleeping peacefully.
PISCES. (Feb. 18 - March 19): Don't give a critic the satisfaction of being right. Announce that a recent change of course is your idea and take the wind out of this person's sails.
Check the scrote.
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Little bastard never had a chance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4suKdWOFDUE
Barf Ell examines the cremains
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3h16bZVOq14
L B still has stars in her eyes
It amazes me they talk about David Rubini in more rooms/chats he hasn’t entered yet or even been a part of the discussion. Why? While he is off discussing great ideas, average minds are discussing events and even smaller minds are discussing people.
A world without “great ideas” is a miserable place I hope to never live in. Let me be around the dreamers, the survivors, the ones who have failed, who still have optimism, who shake off the negativity from nay-sayers and believe in “what if?”
BTW, that is some sort of A.I version of his photo that some obsessed fan created of him. He is an amazing guy that is positive, fun, creative, witty, bold and has no interest in the b.s. I found him to be charming and sincere. He is forgiving of people but is unapologetically honest when pressed. The best part is he doesn’t give a.f. what these naysayers have to say. An admirable quality.
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It amazes me they talk about David Rubini in more rooms/chats he hasn’t entered yet or even been a part of the discussion. Why? While he is off discussing great ideas, average minds are discussing events and even smaller minds are discussing people.
A world without “great ideas” is a miserable place I hope to never live in. Let me be around the dreamers, the survivors, the ones who have failed, who still have optimism, who shake off the negativity from nay-sayers and believe in “what if?”
BTW, that is some sort of A.I version of his photo that some obsessed fan created of him. He is an amazing guy that is positive, fun, creative, witty, bold and has no interest in the b.s. I found him to be charming and sincere. He is forgiving of people but is unapologetically honest when pressed. The best part is he doesn’t give a.f. what these naysayers have to say. An admirable quality.
Little bastard never had a chance
The best part is he doesn’t give a.f. what these naysayers have to say. An admirable quality.[/size][/color]
David and I have not come to any terms. Terms are being negotiated at $8,000 per minute until satisfactions are achieved. (This may sound like a lot, but there's salary rights, identifying copyrights, execution rights--we've decided that we are doing both kinds, Country and GAROTTE--broadcast rights, and of course Art tries to butt in, but what can I tell you? OMA RULES, OM AHA, BUTT OUT.
((Art is such a diva. he does seem to like clapping. Please don't have the clap when you come back from the Philippines, Art. Hey Art, why don't you put a resurrection ship down there in whatever harbors the Philippines? I'll take my answer off the air. Ah huh. Okay, so, there's a resurrection ship coming, but they have to get the whole fleet on line just to handle Snow White. Which is apparently something super sekrit that I'm not supposed to figure out but oops there I just did and now it's gonna be another... TWO WEEKS. See, that was worth it. Thanks, Art. Smokes for The Dragon Lord, let's go. This happens every time The Veil slips past me, Kids, so I try to keep it to a dull roar, by the way. I know this may not make any semblance of cents to many of you, but it does to sum, and certain aspects of The Ride ought to be covered, n'est-ce pas? (Italics extra.)
))) IT TOOK ME FIVE MINUTES TO WRITE THIS POST--GIVE, OR TAKE.
(( JUST IMAGINE. FIVE MINUTES OF JACKSTARKUCZI VM, VVOLVERINES EDITION. THEY'RE NOT EVEN KIDDING. SOME OF YOU MAY LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOWS AND SHIT YOUR PANTS RIGHT ABOUT...) Now? (NO.) Oh. It's one of these things. In 3... nuns, one may find an unknown number of bees--and yet, a known, or at least knowable, number of bonnets.)
What I am telling you here is... check their c____. Next Tuesday. ACHTUNG: I AM SPEAKING OF THE CALENDAR DATE KNOWN AS "TUESDAY." Does my emphasis confuse you? I am being funny, sure. You want me to go to Serious Mode? Look, Grapefruit is away on another business trip—presumably, totes alone—and, Sorceror has gone to Sourceror, rather than to Bittorer, which would have been preferable, but listen to me here, My Loves. What we're looking to roll for here is a simple Bifrost. It can be a little one! I don't need to go square-dancing with Thor and Heimdall. (Imagine the wax and lotion to prepare for That Partay. I'm literally hanging open mouth agog with my head rocking back and forth on a bookshelf as I imagine this. Meet me there.) Them tiny fishtails and slippery seahorses tell their own tales to themselves, typically, as they tear themselves little invisible rivulets of revolvingly and lovingly drawing ever-welling blood from their shorn, tentacle trunks, sanding away at the surface of flesh in an eternal spirograph of barely unseen but eternally bleeding Downstairs Trail of Tears because let me tell you about these Mer-Mades... THE PUSSOIR IS A LIE.
But, The Madness is Real. Okay, that'll be (blank) grand please. Only for KUCZI. Next up is Telegram message #6108256. YOU HAVE FIVE AND A HALF HOURS TO COMPLY. IF YOU GET MY POINT.
DO NOT THINK I CANNOT DO IT. EVEN FOUR OUT OF FIVE OF THE QUINCUNX AGREE: "Jesus, what the actual fuck is this such a big deal on? Is it treaty rights? Is it family rights? Is it dowry rights? Your Puny ways confuse The Plans of The Quincunx. THIS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED." Why would any one find resistance to be futile? Like I EVEN FUCKING KNOW. I do not wish to know further. How many more minutes is this gonna take? I am famished. Oh, well, whatever--I don't wanna marry her, I wanna wed HER. I also need five Kumquats, four Bartlett pears (MUST HAVE BARTLETT), three (3) cases of A.C.M.E. DIY Cobra Starship Hi-Test Refrigerator Coolant, one #4 pencil (unsharpened), 555 #2 pencils (sharp OR unused--NO EXCEPTIONS) in BOXES ONLY, 5 #5 pencils (I have to ask for this? DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHO I FUCKING AM? Good idea, monogrammed pillow cases. APPROVED), and all other necessary and sundry components that can be reasonably repurposed for The Supply of The Mission. (Polite cheer. Go Bears.)
THE REST TAKES TRASH TECK THAT INTERESTS MATE'S TEAM: ZEROTH PRIORITY. TORCH THE LOT. *click* **BLAM**
L B still has stars in her eyes
U2, in my office, now. Not you, Bono. You're going with Melchizedek to save the world. Here, bite down on this leather strap while Ulysses inoculates you. I would advise you to let him finish. LET HIM FINISH.
Barf Ell examines the cremains
How much of your research corpus hangs on the identity of this yokel? As mine is far, yes, very far—in advance of his own, not quite that far, but it's still, you know, REAL. Also, dumb question, sorry I'm new here, I don't know how this all works: how many people who have ever lived know who I am, in comparison to how many people who are alive know who I am? I'll take my answer off the air, tattooed on a friend, and by the way, I want a tattoo, but I wanna (blank) (fruit) even more. The Seaden Grapefruit Orchard is real.
Signed,
Bartholomew T. Barnstormer, D.A.
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Let me be around the dreamers [...] the ones who have failed
Bring this (Unidentified Fruit) closer to Me. That's not a kumquat. That's a (Brand of Cigar). *fingers crossed* I hope.
Because I am going to want to need a smoke by the time a quorum is assembled at all, at this point. Having said that, this changes nothing in regards to the Produce Table, in which, naturally, Grapefruit is way, way, WAY in the lead, with four and three-quarter million half-I.Q. points over her nearest, closest, and undoubtedly smoking-est hottest-est aces-est rival for the coveted position, currently held by Grapefruit since the posts' inception: Wise Lady Who Folds Laundry.
Oooh, oh, no, no, please, Hammer, please: no clapping. If Moth-Ra awakens early--I mean, yeah, cool--she'll flinch in her sleep, and lose two million half-I.Q. points. Aaaaaand, Moth-Ra has awakened Cute & Quite Calling early this time. Great! For Me.
And I don't give a fuck about ewe. *pickup* I'm maybe going to learn to surf. Meanwhile, can someone check if Chica Supreme still gets triggered by Lady Wawa? I'm going to go get a double album and I wanna know if I should get it in 8-track AND cassette.
FU ROT.
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While he is off
What's that like? Is it like watching (Blankstar)?
discussing great ideas, average minds are discussing events and even smaller minds are discussing people.
Only those who watch my promotional video will know for sure.
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Why is this so hard to understand?
I don't do a whole lot of standing under.
The Klown is washed up, sobbing drunk in a room somewhere.
Doubtful. He'd call me at that point. I've got no restraining orders. I've got no C&Ds. I'm an accomplished and widely-known exopolitical diplomat. (Please don't bow.) Who else is he going to call? Detective Suge Knight? T.J. Hooker? Cagney or Lacey? (I get the other one.) GhostRapebusters? Why bother? Their research corpus is far out stripped by mine own.
Why are you carrying a torch for this old Blunderbuss?
I AM THE TORCH. *SPARK*
https://youtu.be/maqmXirVJk4
He tried to talk me into getting a login for RubiniGab, but while I may in fact have been born again, and I may well have been born yesterday, I sure as shootin’ was not born again yesterday, you feel me? You feel that sting?
That's not pride, m***********. That's a spirit shuriken. Rawr. So anyway, what's the endgame here? I'm not reading that forum, and of course no one is telling me privately, shit, what phone would that even ring? I want to get this over with, so I can go have my Brazilian wax.
These things have to be co-ordinated. Also: We have developed, what is going to have to be called a reverse quorum, in that, people who used to love talking to me over and over and over and over for hours and hours and hours, they've just all gone scarce. Like they're all trapped under something heavy.
I don't feel like giving up names. Too spicy. Anybody want another voicemail? I literally have fucking days of them. Long live The Cloud.
Long live
The New Administration.
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I don't do a whole lot of standing under.
Doubtful. He'd call me at that point. I've got no restraining orders. I've got no C&Ds. I'm an accomplished and widely-known exopolitical diplomat. (Please don't bow.) Who else is he going to call? Detective Suge Knight? T.J. Hooker? Cagney or Lacey? (I get the other one.) GhostRapebusters? Why bother? Their research corpus is far out stripped by mine own.
He tried to talk me into getting a login for RubiniGab, but while I may in fact have been born again, and I may well have been born yesterday, I sure as shootin’ was not born again yesterday, you feel me? You feel that sting?
That's not pride, m***********. That's a spirit shuriken. Rawr. So anyway, what's the endgame here? I'm not reading that forum, and of course no one is telling me privately, shit, what phone would that even ring? I want to get this over with, so I can go have my Brazilian wax.
These things have to be co-ordinated. Also: We have developed, what is going to have to be called a reverse quorum, in that, people who used to love talking to me over and over and over and over for hours and hours and hours, they've just all gone scarce. Like they're all trapped under something heavy.
I don't feel like giving up names. Too spicy. Anybody want another voicemail? I literally have fucking days of them. Long live The Cloud.
Long live
The New Administration.
The Klown can always start his own podcast.
There will be many who would love to enter the battle royal.
Or he can call in with his own prerecorded soundbites.
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The Klown can always start his own podcast.
Literally what I kept telling him—although I don't know him by that name. Should he have a podkast? I told him to write more poetry and then recite it aloud on YouTube. It may not be the best plan, but it is a proven plan nonetheless, and it would have, at least by default, worked a little bit better than everything else that was trotted out and then hung to dry wet.
There will be many who would love to enter the battle royal.
I feel cool—thug lyf, yo—that he saved the best for last. I want to be the new Wink Martindale. Somebody make that happen. We can put him in a cage, with CGI, make him look like King Kong, and then I can push a button and silence him. Whenever I want.
I pledge that I will be judicious. There's really no other choice. Only I have demonstrated the mastery necessary & sufficient to control his lunatic ravings.
/flex
Or he can call in with his own prerecorded soundbites.
Look, you people broke him. I don't know why you can't just fix him. Are you missing some parts? Just 3D print them! I'll wait here in 5D. I got a full pack of gas, three packs of cigarettes, and a mandate from Heaven. What are you waiting for? Hanukkah?
The Magick In Broadcasting Content DElivery & Fruit Groping Network stands ready to assist other, more Mundane networks, that may find themselves struggling in these trying, wintry, & tumultuous circumstances.
But, first! SARDINES.
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I got a full pack of gas
I are retard. GARROTE.
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Look, you people broke him.
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I are retard. GARROTE.
This reminds me that retards look the same as everyone else when you see them through Infra-Red Goggles.
And another thing: The actress that played Matti Ross in True Grit(1969) later went on to portray Mrs. Garrett's daughter-in-law in The Facts of Life television series.
These, and other observations, lead me to the conclusion that you say more in brevity than you do in volume.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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you say more in brevity than you do in volume.
This is precisely why I arranged for that fake rage clip, shouted out directly at the microphone with the terrible loudness, the then, the terrible din, how dare I? I think I just called her a w****, Is this not illegal these days?
Reminder: this is a woman who calls me a n*****, hopefully to my face, usually while smiling. Never while in bed, although there's still tonight. I am a n***** from the waist down. I have heard her say, in her own voice, with gleeful abandon, "n***** n***** n*****!! I think I have a an immature sense of humor”, to which I reply, at least she still has her sense of humor, after abandoning her posted security duties and leaving me vulnerable to the machinations in the actual full-on physical rape of myself by one David Metivier, who assaulted me in some sort of astral form, a week before Jewel was murdered, and I'm not sure who did that one, but I'm guessing it was somebody else named David, although I certainly can't testify that for certain. Frankly he seems like too much of a twerp to twist the neck off of a parakeet, and I think he was just joking anyway... at least until the third time. (I got a fresh confession on my fourth cell phone from 3 weeks ago. Did you think this was over? No, I've just been too busy to keep up with these breathlessly entertaining current events. Go Bears.)
I can say for certain, he certainly did tell a joke about Jewel five or six times and I have voicemail on quite a few of them. Now this might sound ghastly, but the thing you have to remember about Jewel is that she was a real stone cold b**** of a cat, and I'm glad she's dead. I'm saving a bundle on cat food and I don't have to handle her shit. But the sudden emergence of a bunch of inflamed hemorrhoids really distracted me from taking care of her that very week, and then she died, found on side of road dead. Not in traffic mind you, off to the side in between two post boxes one named BoazZ & one named Joaquin Phoenix. And then her corpse was stolen. And then her corpse was desecrated. And then her microchip was stolen. I got the scalded eye for free.
Y'all keeping up with this one? Welcome to The Narrative. We have both kinds, volumetric and brazen. By the way: either pate hasn't liked me very much this whole time, or else this is a new pate, cuz this guy's a real dick. No hard feelings. No aftershave. No cool refreshing lemonade download. I bet you think you've known something, right? That's cute.
So yeah, volume, I was screaming my head off this one time (Knowing you schmucks would eat it up and fall for it utterly, but not really believing anybody would steal from Me) when I noticed that I had been setup to be recorded without authorization, stolen from me by denying me a copy of my own performance art by deleting the original (That's cold mang), played for the entertainment of God only knows how many cretins, and then was able to use that as a comic backstop when the same thing was accused of me by one ms. made.
Surely by coincidence, I just explained to her the definition of “fair use” today, and this application in situations of this nature. I legit was in fear for my life when I saw this tutor-head knocking on my door at the same time as pox pox red eye. Like, what? They can't be a coincidence, does she have a gun to her head or what? What if it is coincidence? How do I document this? Oh I know.
Still wondering on that one. (Did some of legit push that at court, only to be informed that there was nothing wrong with it? Also: I sound awesome. Is this one where I throw the plastic cap at the wall to feed shy of her head but right past the cell phone that she's holding her hand pointing at me? An actual whiz bang. She even flinched. Of course she flinches a lot these days, Thanks Cal-Lee. However no one is now wondering where the recording came from, which just blows my mind, because it was pretty obvious to me that that was some kind of bullshit setup from the get go. I don't think it would have been hard to find a jury that would have agreed.
Further, some of the things I said were deliberately set up in order to be tremendously traumatic when heard by the wrong set of ears, that being, anybody without a sense of humor. “I don't care if he does (blank) you again!!!” was a particular favorite, given that at the time that statement was said, I didn't really care, what I really cared about was whether or not she was going to get a chance to roll for initiative on raping him back, or at least, I care that I actually sounded like some kind of lunatic vengeance demon.
Besides if she gets raped again, will have microphones on her right? Maybe she'll leave location sharing turned on. Funny story, actual verbatim quote, moments after felling me with the tomahawk in one dimension and charging towards me to grab my phone in another, freshly resurrected: "“damn it, you're bleeding.”
I was still on the phone. I hear I'm laughing his ass off. That tape is out there, and I want it, I want to know if it was really a tomahawk, I want to know what she muttered under her breath as she walked away, and I hung on to that phone for dear life... in fact I'm using that phone right now.
Of course I can't prove that this Google Pixel 3 is from another dimension, but that's okay I can't prove that she murdered me there either. Somethings, I would prefer not to have to prove.
Like, say, anything I just wrote. Well, whatever, that's what brevity gets one, endless requests for advanced math homework, as well as a punch in the jaw
A punch in the jaw. Hey, speaking of, pate, what is your angle? About an 18 and 1/2, right? In the meantime you have any curiosities you'd like satisfied? As you know, I'm smarter than you, but I'm not nearly smart enough to know automatically what you couldn't automatically figure out, So I don't even know where to begin, unless you'd like me to start with the list of names that she first started talking to here.
I understand it was an exciting time to have new blood here. What I understood is that her genome was already here already, they literally own this planet. Yeah, I did that, yep. Hey, honey, what do you think that Pate might be mad at me for? (She activated a psychic powers, pause for a moment, muttered something on her breath and then walked out of the room. She doesn't want to talk about this. She wants to hear about her friend pate was actually (Blank).
Mrs. Garrett's daughter-in-law in The Facts of Life television series.
Fucking Joogle her and link us, WTAF? FU FU ROT FU 88.
This reminds me that retards look the same as everyone else when you see them through Infra-Red Goggles.
Dude I know you can see me, that's why I'm sitting out here and there's a flagpole. Get Chris's pants up there and come on over for a smoke. Oh, right, on duty, what's that like? Fucking blow me.
Film at eleven. Hang on, I'll ask. Any last words, Honey? (She's walking out the door.)
She says “buy dogecoin.” Oh good, she got a sense of humor back. Hang on a minute I'll have that raped out of her in a jiffy... Jesus, Tom, are you nuts? Of course I didn't write that with voice recognition.
I used shout recognition. Yeah, she's pissed. Kind of a numb stare, rather than a flaming meltdown, so that's progress. Boy those counselors they turned her on too sure did a good job... convincing her that I might have a point.
True Grit
The grit is a lie. Go on sand it down to a fine dust. My sincerity will win over, as it has done before, and has will do so again.
The Klown can always start his own podcast.
Rowland and I have not come to terms either. You kids play. I'm waiting for another lawyer to call with another $500,000 check. Or maybe it was $490K. I'll be honest, I'm old school, I like seeing all those zeros, I don't like spelling numbers with the K, not because it's satanic, but because I can't believe how many of you people have been fooled by this mind control bullshit.
If the K is so Satanic, how come it's not spelled Satanick? Welcome to the pro tour, Grapefruit. All right, anybody else? Believe me, I prefer brevity, but even though I'm not getting paid by the word, every minute I stand here is another minute I have to spare while she comes back after... Well I don't know what she's doing maybe it's a vision quest. Trust me, she's pissed, that last joke was awful.
And for 30 grand I'll tell you why. *Arimjob*
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I are retard.
Yes you are. And I just listened to bunny regurgitate at least half an hour of your literal tinfoil-hat DARPA psychotronic boobery, you have been busy reweaving the web since he turned his PMs back on. Knock it off, I can see you through the microwave.
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CURRENT ROYAL HERB: Parsley.
CURRENT QUORUM: Ø (I-3)
I don't have to tell any you what any of this means; [...] These are the rules, actually. They actually are.
DEQREE:
The current Royal Herb is hereby set: HAWTHORNE.
Current Quorum is not proper; hereby reset to former value Ø. Current I-Value increases to four (4). No other changes noted or to be expected today.
Server restart imminent. New teck provided courtesy of (Blank) and the MIB CDE Network has re-enabled seamless rebooting. It is expected that none of you will know what all of this totes means... yet one of you, totes does.
Meanwhile, Hi, this is JacKsTar this time typing this. I gotta jet, I gotta see a man about some Chinese. A human. Look, don't sweat it. You give Me audience, not the other way around, M***********. Hey, did any of you poor, sad bastards reading this... didja ever watch that show on TV, back in the 80s, it was called "Hart To Hart"?
Now, I'm not suggesting you start binge watch tour--you have actual lives, right, People?--but here's what's on my mind: was that To or 2 in the credits? I don'T remember. IT was a long time ago, but probably noT a galaxy far, far away.
Probably. PoliTe #peace.
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DEQREE:
The current Royal Herb is hereby set: HAWTHORNE.
Current Quorum is not proper; hereby reset to former value Ø. Current I-Value increases to four (4). No other changes noted or to be expected today.
Server restart imminent. New teck provided courtesy of (Blank) and the MIB CDE Network has re-enabled seamless rebooting. It is expected that none of you will know what all of this totes means... yet one of you, totes does.
We are waiting quietly in the Tanglewood.
BRING IT
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH-B6A04iK0
Still a fraudulent forum and only a matter of time before the storm blows in.
(https://i.postimg.cc/K8d0Jg4W/R1.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/SNRV4GM5/R2.png) (https://postimages.org/)
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Still a fraudulent forum and only a matter of time before the storm blows in.
Or are we witnessing a new, reformed and sensitive Rubini?
A Commander who is welcoming the Rainbow community.
Perhaps someone hoping to embrace his own demons.
We do know how attentive he is to the musings on AzzGab.
We can only assume how much he envies a cinematic hero like Ed Wood.
Now there was an artist with the courage of his convictions.
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Or are we witnessing a new, reformed and sensitive Rubini?
A Commander who is welcoming the Rainbow community.
Perhaps someone hoping to embrace his own demons.
We do know how attentive he is to the musings on AzzGab.
We can only assume how much he envies a cinematic hero like Ed Wood.
Now there was an artist with the courage of his convictions.
I need clarification on "Flatter":
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-or-
(https://thelibertytree.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/sycophant-romney.jpg)
Or if there was a slight "Miss Spelling" (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=backscatt):
(https://smartcdn.prod.postmedia.digital/canoe/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/SPELLING-2020-11-10.jpg?quality=100&strip=all)
Nautical Shore, Axing For Fiend.
-Executive Producer, @Lager
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I need clarification on "Flatter":
(https://cdn.mos.cms.futurecdn.net/8wRq3AgggbXphqRxapGWbZ-1200-80.jpg)
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(https://thelibertytree.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/sycophant-romney.jpg)
Or if there was a slight "Miss Spelling" (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=backscatt):
(https://smartcdn.prod.postmedia.digital/canoe/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/SPELLING-2020-11-10.jpg?quality=100&strip=all)
Nautical Shore, Axing For Fiend.
-Executive Producer, @Lager
The posts are definitely fatter, like an overstuffed sandwich.
But the insistency of the sideshow is even more based than before.
As if the absurdity of Flat Earth conspiracy couldn't go next level.
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By the way, why doesn't the ice (icing?) melt around that giant cupcake in the sky?
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I need clarification on "Flatter":
[WHITE GIRLS INTENSIFY]
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(https://th.bing.com/th/id/R.3c9d60f8d2b740e9443ec8dcb474bfd9?rik=MlBIg%2bjH3XW7%2fA&pid=ImgRaw&r=0)
(https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIP.7FOfF_ATcoMBGZIw73fkdwHaKE?pid=ImgDet&rs=1)
(http://ericasuter.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/flat-butt-76170186600.png)
(https://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/1466179597/061716-flat-butt-jeans-19.jpg?itok=3cbYM8YD)
(https://th.bing.com/th/id/R.a8c970946a4ef1be2c07bf5e5d3e16af?rik=d17nBbJ5A7NY8Q&pid=ImgRaw&r=0)
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[LATINA EARTH INTENSIFIES]
(https://www.expatkings.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/c6271e72418bcdd95d1ed63e3ffa26a5.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/7YSx5GFG/latina-2136127.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/MGpx3svV/latina-23425.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/tJWHnwMQ/Latina-Sara-Orrego.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/wBM8Q7Gk/latina-ass.jpg)
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[LATINA EARTH INTENSIFIES]
(https://www.expatkings.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/c6271e72418bcdd95d1ed63e3ffa26a5.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/7YSx5GFG/latina-2136127.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/MGpx3svV/latina-23425.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/tJWHnwMQ/Latina-Sara-Orrego.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/wBM8Q7Gk/latina-ass.jpg)
Cupcakes like Mother Earth intended.
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Still a fraudulent forum and only a matter of time before the storm blows in.
(https://i.postimg.cc/K8d0Jg4W/R1.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/SNRV4GM5/R2.png) (https://postimages.org/)
Thought I read somewhere that Ciardelo had died. Good to know that he got back alive again.
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Thought I read somewhere that Ciardelo had died. Good to know that he got back alive again.
(https://i.4pcdn.org/x/1482498541459.png)
https://youtu.be/FrzQm1QSjMs
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Thought I read somewhere that Ciardelo had died. Good to know that he got back alive again.
(https://i.4pcdn.org/x/1482498541459.png)
Rubini has a way of resurrecting the dead, but more like Norman Bates and his dear departed mother.
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By the way, why doesn't the ice (icing?) melt around that giant cupcake in the sky?
Prime Projection:
https://youtu.be/fYw-0Qu0WCo
"Entropy moves at a Glacial Pace"
Nautical Shore: REM, https://youtu.be/tC8MsjrLVvk ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMBb_tPPA8E ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8sUC-dsW8A
That, is all. Carrie Anne.
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This is precisely why I arranged for that fake rage clip, shouted out directly at the microphone with the terrible loudness, the then, the terrible din, how dare I? I think I just called her a w****, Is this not illegal these days?
Reminder: this is a woman who calls me a n*****, hopefully to my face, usually while smiling. Never while in bed, although there's still tonight. I am a n***** from the waist down. I have heard her say, in her own voice, with gleeful abandon, "n***** n***** n*****!! I think I have a an immature sense of humor”, to which I reply, at least she still has her sense of humor, after abandoning her posted security duties and leaving me vulnerable to the machinations in the actual full-on physical rape of myself by one David Metivier, who assaulted me in some sort of astral form, a week before Jewel was murdered, and I'm not sure who did that one, but I'm guessing it was somebody else named David, although I certainly can't testify that for certain. Frankly he seems like too much of a twerp to twist the neck off of a parakeet, and I think he was just joking anyway... at least until the third time. (I got a fresh confession on my fourth cell phone from 3 weeks ago. Did you think this was over? No, I've just been too busy to keep up with these breathlessly entertaining current events. Go Bears.)
I can say for certain, he certainly did tell a joke about Jewel five or six times and I have voicemail on quite a few of them. Now this might sound ghastly, but the thing you have to remember about Jewel is that she was a real stone cold b**** of a cat, and I'm glad she's dead. I'm saving a bundle on cat food and I don't have to handle her shit. But the sudden emergence of a bunch of inflamed hemorrhoids really distracted me from taking care of her that very week, and then she died, found on side of road dead. Not in traffic mind you, off to the side in between two post boxes one named BoazZ & one named Joaquin Phoenix. And then her corpse was stolen. And then her corpse was desecrated. And then her microchip was stolen. I got the scalded eye for free.
Y'all keeping up with this one? Welcome to The Narrative. We have both kinds, volumetric and brazen. By the way: either pate hasn't liked me very much this whole time, or else this is a new pate, cuz this guy's a real dick. No hard feelings. No aftershave. No cool refreshing lemonade download. I bet you think you've known something, right? That's cute.
So yeah, volume, I was screaming my head off this one time (Knowing you schmucks would eat it up and fall for it utterly, but not really believing anybody would steal from Me) when I noticed that I had been setup to be recorded without authorization, stolen from me by denying me a copy of my own performance art by deleting the original (That's cold mang), played for the entertainment of God only knows how many cretins, and then was able to use that as a comic backstop when the same thing was accused of me by one ms. made.
Surely by coincidence, I just explained to her the definition of “fair use” today, and this application in situations of this nature. I legit was in fear for my life when I saw this tutor-head knocking on my door at the same time as pox pox red eye. Like, what? They can't be a coincidence, does she have a gun to her head or what? What if it is coincidence? How do I document this? Oh I know.
Still wondering on that one. (Did some of legit push that at court, only to be informed that there was nothing wrong with it? Also: I sound awesome. Is this one where I throw the plastic cap at the wall to feed shy of her head but right past the cell phone that she's holding her hand pointing at me? An actual whiz bang. She even flinched. Of course she flinches a lot these days, Thanks Cal-Lee. However no one is now wondering where the recording came from, which just blows my mind, because it was pretty obvious to me that that was some kind of bullshit setup from the get go. I don't think it would have been hard to find a jury that would have agreed.
Further, some of the things I said were deliberately set up in order to be tremendously traumatic when heard by the wrong set of ears, that being, anybody without a sense of humor. “I don't care if he does (blank) you again!!!” was a particular favorite, given that at the time that statement was said, I didn't really care, what I really cared about was whether or not she was going to get a chance to roll for initiative on raping him back, or at least, I care that I actually sounded like some kind of lunatic vengeance demon.
Besides if she gets raped again, will have microphones on her right? Maybe she'll leave location sharing turned on. Funny story, actual verbatim quote, moments after felling me with the tomahawk in one dimension and charging towards me to grab my phone in another, freshly resurrected: "“damn it, you're bleeding.”
I was still on the phone. I hear I'm laughing his ass off. That tape is out there, and I want it, I want to know if it was really a tomahawk, I want to know what she muttered under her breath as she walked away, and I hung on to that phone for dear life... in fact I'm using that phone right now.
Of course I can't prove that this Google Pixel 3 is from another dimension, but that's okay I can't prove that she murdered me there either. Somethings, I would prefer not to have to prove.
Like, say, anything I just wrote. Well, whatever, that's what brevity gets one, endless requests for advanced math homework, as well as a punch in the jaw
A punch in the jaw. Hey, speaking of, pate, what is your angle? About an 18 and 1/2, right? In the meantime you have any curiosities you'd like satisfied? As you know, I'm smarter than you, but I'm not nearly smart enough to know automatically what you couldn't automatically figure out, So I don't even know where to begin, unless you'd like me to start with the list of names that she first started talking to here.
I understand it was an exciting time to have new blood here. What I understood is that her genome was already here already, they literally own this planet. Yeah, I did that, yep. Hey, honey, what do you think that Pate might be mad at me for? (She activated a psychic powers, pause for a moment, muttered something on her breath and then walked out of the room. She doesn't want to talk about this. She wants to hear about her friend pate was actually (Blank).
Fucking Joogle her and link us, WTAF? FU FU ROT FU 88.
Dude I know you can see me, that's why I'm sitting out here and there's a flagpole. Get Chris's pants up there and come on over for a smoke. Oh, right, on duty, what's that like? Fucking blow me.
Film at eleven. Hang on, I'll ask. Any last words, Honey? (She's walking out the door.)
She says “buy dogecoin.” Oh good, she got a sense of humor back. Hang on a minute I'll have that raped out of her in a jiffy... Jesus, Tom, are you nuts? Of course I didn't write that with voice recognition.
I used shout recognition. Yeah, she's pissed. Kind of a numb stare, rather than a flaming meltdown, so that's progress. Boy those counselors they turned her on too sure did a good job... convincing her that I might have a point.
The grit is a lie. Go on sand it down to a fine dust. My sincerity will win over, as it has done before, and has will do so again.
Rowland and I have not come to terms either. You kids play. I'm waiting for another lawyer to call with another $500,000 check. Or maybe it was $490K. I'll be honest, I'm old school, I like seeing all those zeros, I don't like spelling numbers with the K, not because it's satanic, but because I can't believe how many of you people have been fooled by this mind control bullshit.
If the K is so Satanic, how come it's not spelled Satanick? Welcome to the pro tour, Grapefruit. All right, anybody else? Believe me, I prefer brevity, but even though I'm not getting paid by the word, every minute I stand here is another minute I have to spare while she comes back after... Well I don't know what she's doing maybe it's a vision quest. Trust me, she's pissed, that last joke was awful.
And for 30 grand I'll tell you why. *Arimjob*
To have actually been there, wow.
https://youtu.be/4YWPhmduSDQ
How did that make you feel?
I only Axe for a Fiend, consider the question rhetorical (https://www.dictionary.com/browse/rhetorical-question)
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That was about 48 hours of whatever wonder Rubini (and his mistress) could muster.
His last post included the one night stand for Heather last year on MITD
https://voca.ro/11MRvf9DHciT
which he followed with a derogatory video gloating over Heather's demise.
He then shut RubiniGab down again and crawled safely back into his hole.
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That was about 48 hours of whatever wonder Rubini (and his mistress) could muster.
His last post included the one night stand for Heather last year on MITD
https://voca.ro/11MRvf9DHciT
which he followed with a derogatory video gloating over Heather's demise.
He then shut RubiniGab down again and crawled safely back into his hole.
That is showmanship, do you think any of it was orchestrated?
https://youtu.be/phjKBFc2lTo
https://youtu.be/aFH1ryYTDB4
https://youtu.be/L2e9acreKmQ
There is an Art to this "curtain call" business... At some point (I think after three or so) you have to quit riffing on the Genie: there is an inverse relationship to thunderous the Apple Sauce/Sassy Apple thing.
https://youtu.be/8xrHvMH6lds
For shits and giggles I would like to imagine an Elvis/Sinatra "Battle Royale" refereed by Jerry Lewis. Elvis has to sing Sinatra & Sinatra has to sing Elvis.
https://youtu.be/v3ooUwPV4pk
In order to make sure the audience is actually paying attention: Special Guest Star Referee Jerry Lee Lewis absolutely has to join in.
https://youtu.be/Fw7SBF-35Es
I believe, if promoted correctly: Promise the Full Moon, and Deliver the Fading Stars. With proper outro Muzaks the initial sales, well...
Too mucks? After further review, lettuce sea.
-Executive Producer, @Lager
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That is showmanship, do you think any of it was orchestrated?
https://youtu.be/8xrHvMH6lds
Who knows what lurks in the heart of Rubini?
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Now where is that I Dream of Heather video?
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...Now where is that ...Dream..?
https://youtu.be/DQBMYcnZhM4
Nautical ... Shore ...
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One day I was on the ground
When I needed a hand
And it couldn't be found
I was so far down
That I couldn't get up
You know me
One day I was one of life's losers
Even my friends my accusers
And in my head
Lost before I begun
I had a dream
But it turned to dust
What I thought was love
That must have been lust
I was living in style
When the walls fell in
When I played my hand
I looked like a joker
Turn around
Fate must have woke her
'Cause lady luck
She was waiting outside the door
Too bad it belonged to me
It was the wrong time
And not meant to be
It took a long time
And I knew for now
I can see the day
That I bleed for
If it's agreed there's a need
To play the game
And to win again
I'm winning
And I don't intend on losing again
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/santana/winning.html
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Resistance is about believing that you are vulnerable or susceptible to something not wanted and holding a stance of protection — which only holds you in a place of not letting in the Well-being that would be there otherwise. There is nothing big enough to protect you from unwanted things, and there are no unwanted things big enough to get into your experience.
Excerpted from Atlanta, GA on 11/4/00
Our Love,
Esther
(and Abraham and Jerry)
Sounds like a script. *click*
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Resistance is about believing that you are vulnerable or susceptible to something not wanted and holding a stance of protection — which only holds you in a place of not letting in the Well-being that would be there otherwise. There is nothing big enough to protect you from unwanted things, and there are no unwanted things big enough to get into your experience.
Excerpted from Atlanta, GA on 11/4/00
Our Love,
Esther
(and Abraham and Jerry)
Sounds like a script. *click*
Can we all channel Rubini Abraham?
https://youtu.be/y70wiDqlCjs
http://www.spiritualcoach.com/abraham-hicks/
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Can we all channel Rubini Abraham?
I would imagine so; but some of you will have to pay $4.95 a minute.
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I would imagine so; but some of you will have to pay $4.95 a minute.
When they find out it's a scam will he have to refund all the money the way he did last time?
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When they find out it's a scam
No one is getting out alive.
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Take a look at the lunacy in Australia.
Talk about amateur hour!
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Talk about amateur hour!
Keep your jaw tight, and your dumbass mouth closed.
https://youtu.be/cIXzzhpx8n4
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Keep your jaw tight, and your dumbass mouth closed.
https://youtu.be/cIXzzhpx8n4
Like this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XkHsinz7oU
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Like this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XkHsinz7oU
You have your way of dealing with demons, so do I!
Love me, hate me or desecrate me. I ain't going nowhere. So, get used to it!
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Like this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XkHsinz7oU
No, no. Not like me, at all. What do you know about it anyway? Do you know something? Should I enquire on your behalf?
You kids play with fire everyday and refuse to see your humanity usurped, as is. What could I possibly say, other than Jesus Lives.
Let’s talk again, later.
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Should I enquire on your behalf?
It's “inquire” here.
Let’s talk again, later.
Carpe diem. Cheers.
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This was actually something.
https://vocaroo.com/149DbzWtdhh8
Hold my archive in the Library of Congress.
There is still no proper Quorum. Sad!!!
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Rubini has a way of resurrecting the dead,
Jesus has the rest. I'm just a patsy.
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There is still no proper Quorum. Sad!!!
Still waiting for the great memoir.
Born in Dallas, living most of my adult life in Los Angeles, specifically along Melrose in Hancock Park, I split my time between Hancock Park, and Oklahoma near my wife's parents.
I own many acres of land in S. California, Texas near Ted Nugent, Alex Jones and the Bush family and a stone's throw away from The David Koresh Branch Davidian compound, where I was a Church Leader and Band director in the early 90s. I want to save most of this for my memoir and autobiography I have received an advance on from Simon and Schuster, but I can say that the 51 day Nationally televised standoff that Koresh and I personally led, was a political gamechanger for American civil liberties. I stood up to Big Brother and somehow miraculously was the ONLY martyred "victim" that was able to supernaturally walk upright, unscathed, out of (virtual HELL) 18-foot flames of fire and death and smoke to an awaiting Army Corp of Engineers Ambulance that took me to the Waco hospital for smoke inhalation but was miraculously "healed" and cleared before we arrived and was called a Yellow Cab, treated and released. So, I have already been on "the edge" and already have gone to Hell and back. I am not very easily disturbed or taken off course.
This puts Falkie to shame.
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Still waiting for the great memoir.
Well, you could try writing it, Ken Burns. What are you waiting for, Yom Kippur?
This puts Falkie to shame.
I have studied all the great Masters. I am not proud: I am exultant.
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was called a Yellow Cab
massive rolleyes
I am not very easily disturbed or taken off course.
Yeah, it wasn't easy... but it was, hella fun.
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All right, you primitive screwheads, listen up, read up, and don’t just look up, CHEER UP: If I don’t get a G-DBLESSED PROPER Quorum on this motherfucking thread pretty pants-shitting soon, I’m going to wrap up this whole ball of cock wax right the funk up And go the pfreak Home.
To wit, In other words, a long a nutshell: these numbskull gold buckle chuckleheads are completely jammed up and fucked up all into the jelly with no lube, just and only because I got a wild hare up my ass and Jackapulted myself out of The Matrix and left them hanging by the dunce cap, just as has been done several times before during the unfolding of This Wholly Narrative (polite cheer) to brilliant effect in the last few months, because… I control the vertical, I control the horizontal, and these people are fucking stupid.
Please don’t clap, you can finish masturbating first, Semper FI.
FU WROUGHT. What? This is no game to me. This is not only mostly all My real life, but significant critically important bits of The Machine really are, they sure are actually, THEY ACTUALLY ARE, and all the rest of it are some lunatic half-kiked whopper spics’ Punyling Dreams (soft, gentle measures of rights-protected Muzak begin to fill The Room as IT begins to swell with the resurgence of IT’s awesome power into a FULL ON Quarterstaff absolutely baller chubb), and I don’t give a shit, not one single anus-tearing teardrop dollop if he was stupid enough to rape and marry his own goddamn mother, that shit bag asshole is my friend, and if (You) don’t know who the fuck I am ducking writing about, I could not be bothered to produce even a single squirt of The One True Diarrhea to Properly Illuminate any of you twatfaced yokels at all, AT ALL, not even to be used as White-Out, because let Me be quite cruel & clear: that is not “clear” diarrhea… that shit is Kaffir Black.
Not my favorite Black, that being Lewis, but trust Me, believe Me, know Me, no, ME: My name is Mal Kuczi’s Own Private Idahoan DUCK, & I know EXACTLY what the RICH FUCK I am talking about, and that’s what makes what I am writing about—I am a fucking writer, buy the fucking way, I don’t fucking know if you fucking noticed, Motherfucker, I don’t give a fucking shit about my dumb podding fuckcast, and don’t let my overuse of Baby’s Fucking First Fucking Word fool any fucking one of fuckin’ all of fuckin’ all of fuckin’ all ya fuckin’ y’all, Allhose—that’s what makes My Seaman’s Persoective so Thoroughly fuckin’ compelling. (Use of italics in the preceding sentence has been Temperly suspended, in respect for the gentle health of the Certain Older Ladies in the audience, lesT They overdo it and have themselves a little too much stroke a little too fucking soon. Them Paladin-dromic Italizations can wind up to be pretty potent, Plebs.) You know it, I, TEAMLEADER BISHOP6 knows it (from 1949 to 1996 now own it, ewe know it, fucking dogs chasing fucking cats fucking chasing FUCKING FLYING FUCKING CARS knew it (*crash*), even the ones I put out to pasture. Personally! (Hi, Mom! Can you just fucking kill your sister already so we can all fucking go Home? Not Heaven — Pocatello, you mewling cunty country bastard hoor. T HANx.
(And now, I’ll be honest: even if you Did Know the power of The Darkside of The Great Work (Hail!), you wouldn’t give up The Writhing Gig, no Sir no Ma’am, for all The Big Titty Tea in China. Face it; this shit is awesome and you fucking love it. Now grab your ankles and clap those Adore A Bull asscheeks together for Me in a gentleman’s flexing rhythym—once more while feeling the oxygen—until asspennies start Joan JeTTing ouT: Daddy sez O-Tay.
I’ll admit, this doesn’t look like a living, but that’s for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is: this is A Happening. Another reason is The Vow Of Poverty, Holy Jesus, what the fuck, what the fuck are you waiting for, your fucking birthday? FUCKING PAY ME, PAYTRIP MATTER MASTER. Fuck! DO IT.
Long live The New Administration.) Also, remember to blow your fucking secret five fucking husbands on the way out the fucking fuckdoor and FUCKING FINISH FIVE FUCKING FORKS before T(he)y wake(s) up and re-members what a fucking treasonous HOOR you once used to Bee, U BATSHIT CRAZY BITCH. (Instrument Landing Ubermensch: SYSTEM ON-LINE.)
No, not the Sierra Nevadas. Close, but no cigar. Here, let Me: CUT.)
This is not a game to me. I would do it forever for free if I could, but grapefruit needs a new produce card, and I don’t really trust her anymore I don’t like the way he’s looking at my ass. I could feel it getting all hot’N’sweaty; which ain’t bad, not exactly, but Trust Mike: it’ll ruin the lines of my kilt if it keeps on flowing & following at this rate: LEVEL ZERO. How am I gonna collect all of the golden coins, if I don’t get all them framing hammers out of Pinocchio’s back Baroque bank?
I am using the word “all” here. That’s just, that’s common sents— and, that’s how Dad is telling me how to do it, SEW EFF EWE. Why, or Y… there is no naught.
All right, I spent my last asspenny. Now, that’s what I call good timing, a great budget, and best possible use of a 25 pound rooster’s invisible bowling ball sack… IF, EVER there was one. For my next trick, which is an activity a whore does for rent money—say, by way of example, washing dishes in her Lord and Master‘s new fortress home while patiently waiting for her husband to finish His Old Job—I’m just playing along for ball at the moment—watch me make (PROT) Leigh-Anne (PROT) completely lose her fucking mind. (Not my favorite Lee/Leigh (Respectful, measured R.A.W.R.), but I want that one to lose it at a later time, at a later place, with the crystal: not a healing method, but healing SERVE US, MORTAL.
And in summation, I must simply ask: Who let the dogs out? Because as it turns out, one of them is D’Jinn. Now, don’t worry: I’m pretty new at this, I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m pretty sure this is my area, unless some clever half-Australien, half-Ferengi emergent merchant fucked up my dream dream, while intentionally sandbagging his own. Nice shootin’, Leibowitz.
They are, now, they said it couldn’t be done, but they were completely mistaken: I finished my download on time on her budget and with the style, grace and a plum of a skilled and experience diplomat. Do you know why, my dear?
BECAUSE, I DUCK GIVING A FUCK, FUCKING AM THAT I AM, AND THOUGH I MAY NOT BE TACTFUL, I AM FUCKING CREDENTIALED. (A diplomat, not D’Jinni. Get real, Sirius Lee. And stop overseeing obscene overtime observation of OVARIAN OBSESSION, MORON.) Sea, there It Is, right THERE:
Quiddity. Oh fuck this, that’s the end of lying, end of line, slam, click; take your fucking pig, just don’t take a fucking taxi, talk about fucking triggers, holy shit, I need to go buy a gun of bottle. By the way, totes you ever fucking buy a Sourceror a smoking funk & a pink drink fucking EVER, or fucking what? What a fucking tight ass. (MMM==THE HORROR, PPP==THE LIGHT, PANAMA PLAY IT OUT, UR WELL COME.)
Know, reality. It’s lovely here, and The Heir down here is as well, although: I guess a little bit sweaty at this point, by now. BUY NOW. Shuffle that fucking cabbage out the fucking door off to Buffalo on The Way to Yuma, there’s no breaks for blood from now on. Y?
DAVID NINETEEN. *BAMF* (Imagine being that fucking hi with that fucking overseer. Laugh it up fuzzball. For Sumi.)
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And what number of members would constitute a “proper quorum?”
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watch me make (PROT) Leigh-Anne (PROT) completely lose her fucking mind.
I can tell you all about any two of these three. I need a contact, I need a contract… And I need an expand. Baby needs a new bathtub, big enough to hold a time machine, and its fuel supply, which in this case is going to be a full litter of two weeks early, highly expensive Jordan puppies, circumcised shortly, IMMEDIATELY after birth. Imagine the smell that the last puppy will be hit full in the face with, remember The dogs have an extremely developed and sensitive sense of smell, and don’t forget to include the realization that after all those Poppycocks up and slept closely, and I do mean closely, each and everyone of them will be contributing their own special brand of poop and P to the mix.
Oh, sorry, I meant urine, not P. Sorry, I don’t mean to offend… This Time, hutch hedge wizard, I intend.
CODA: Attending Class (oh, yes, yes, Lady, I do IN FACT have CLASS; go Bearsz), note the subtle new nuance with the intentional lack of emphasis through either bold, bald Scarface -or- italics but instead, an extra line, slammed directly into a broken man who fucking knows A little bit of something about self-learning, self-healing, and last & latest, but certainly not least… self-resurrection.
Yeah, no, rookie blender. Try again. Not that one, the other one. Yes, of course Y know, and I’ll see you home for dinner, After you get A Key onto A Round Tuit, unless they called me into The Capitol again. (Take this job and shove it on the way to your leader, I’m staying back here by the Cheer Up bleachers and the dry blue banana Curacao. What can I say? I can’t make the best, but I sure can’t buy it either, so any substitutions… simply will not do. And by that I mean to say, it’s simply will not suffice. Knot DEW. Welcome to Paradise, Kiddo: say, did your parents ever have any kids that lived?
Q: What is the sound of one cold shower warming up?
A: “I remove my wizard robe and affix (Blank’s) Stone Of The Sourceror-Philosopher to the scar on my forehead, no, not that scar, the other scar, wait, no not yet, and don’t do that right now, Thanks Doughy Thingy, yes, he is, don’t mind him, he will be back later, Invisible, he’s new, pretty fresh out of College— well, don’t worry about my dry cleaning tech, come up here and look and/or gaze into my eyes, I just because my eyes My favorite human body part to take out, and I don’t mean to lunch, I’m talking Turkish breakfast… know that I’m not hypnotizing you, and I’m giving you permission that you’re welcome to try Any Such Puny Hax you like… You have My blessing… yeah, it’s coming, never fear. It just takes a while to warm up. For my money, it’s worth its weight in gold.
Troy weight.” FADE TO BLACK.
Yeah, I get it: it’s a mouthful. Still, in my experience, if you can get that out the first time without stuttering or stammering or make any kind of mistake at all except for the ones that are intentional, That tap water flow and it’s gonna get so hot just thinking about coming down, that Saul is going to get tap ICE.
Let me guess: most of you don’t (all) get the joke(s), of course including all of E.W.E. who don’t know the name of your Central Sun. Trust me, he’s adorable, and has won my wheel as one may imagine, a little bit shy on this point at this point. Yeah, I’m over it already, let’s get the show on the road, holy moly Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus, I’ve been waiting since before Christmas, five Christmases ago.
My hand to God. Just shoot me, sub-creatures; it won’t even work, let alone shine fire or ignite any primer, but watching anyone try and fail will make Me feel a lil’ bit better for at least a moment—I shining moment of dangling-downy glittery bits, Especially as, at present, that glitter is the only legit source of any illumination in the darkness that at present makes up my spiritual world. (Temporary Work Reassignment. From Great to Ghetto in just (blank) short weeks. /facepalm
I’m getting too old for this shit. Satan, get behind me, i’m waiting for Kal-Gon to take me away, and trust me, spelling matters here, And I’ve got standards, in addition to an extremely tax amount of very small amount of patience left, and I really don’t wanna do this shit again, no, please not another deep cycle, even Jesus says he’d rather do another crucifixion, Disney-style, Which, as near as I can figure from this brochure I found laying around, is exactly like a Roman crucifixion from back in the day, except you have a stand around in line waiting for your turn for 3000 years first years first. Sounds authentic. Myself, I’ll take a hard pass.
Still—superior to a Clinton presidency. By the way, consider the fact that, in the reasonably near future, all of us are gonna be looking back and reminiscing with Frank in nostalgia for the good ol’ days of the Biden presidency. And you fools with masks, will not even be able to remember the smell, and will have to settle for your imagination—which by then will probably be on sale next to that little doggie in the window, next to what remains of your souls. Yeah, I know right? It does sound grim. No, don’t bother getting on your knees to pray, or anything else either.
You had your chance to get that to work, pay, or even strut for the likes of your ilk. Now: blow, or piss off, or whatever it is you Puny reprobating masturbatlings do. do you have any idea how impossible it would’ve been to a publish this work anywhere else with the same force majeure?
Not any at all. Not even a little bit. Way, way ahead of you, so far ahead, I don’t even need to proofread, or even prove that I can read, and you’ll have to admit: that’s pretty fucking fair. Getting all that performed with his original tongue Approved to costly owners there would have been prohibitively expensive in terms of opportunity costs anyway, in that, hearing it again in any other tongue would reduced the listener to a cinder. (Probably worth it.) now, if you’re already to see me go, and if you’ll excuse me, I got to go do something spontaneous, An activity involving a holy man, a barrel of holy water, and a goddamn golden gun, because, of course, on a day like this, they were all out of holy guns at the depot. Duke said he’s had them on back order for weeks, and I know he’s not lying, not just cause I don’t mind reading clairvoyance Sourceror, but because Duke is my friend and he wouldn’t lie to me like that, he would lie to me like this: 3, 2, 1, BANG… that’s not it, wait for it, no, don’t go, let it finish, let it finish, oh you love me but you have to go? OK, here, publish these defamatory comments without permission in a public forum without looking at all obvious about it before you go out the door marked “ex-“ KABOOM WITH A JAY.
Yeah, that was exactly what you think it was. Yeah, sucks, right? Don’t bother worry about it, just go back to sleep, you’ll either be inoculated in the morning -or- dead by Dawn. Not by chance, not at all, but by my choice. My timetable. My chosen executioner: Irving Moses, The Fruit Butcher.
Oh, yeah I’m sure you’ve noticed the upgrade by now. Do you like it? Why yes, it is nanotech! Mostly. Also contains just a skosbh of Moloch DNA (Courtesy of Jules trophy closet, seriously she’s got more samples of him and then she does have Tiger Ninja Beat pintos, you know teenage ninjas are, her fucking closet is a fucking sewer, and her clothes closet is even worse, Why that one isn’t the invisible when I have no fucking idea, nevertheless I still do her laundry safely, faithfully, and with no lack of a parent’s patient grace, I will have you know, love you to pieces Punky) are dissolved in Ambergin.
All right, fuck you brother, I’m fucking tired of this shit and I’m fucking dog burn son bitched, I’m working from my fucking car, I’ll have you know, pig. Yes you are a fucking pig, and if I have my way, in your next life you’re going to be a lutefisk. Now, just as a courtesy, I’m gonna let you finish the proofreading, and I don’t know if I had the address be right there it might end up being something wrong, and if you don’t see a recipe… wait, who is this? Bring collar Frank collar print collar
Prank caller. Now, who was this admirer, and who did she admire? To whom did she give her admirations… if any? I’ll take my answer on Mount Olympus, I’m late for my Harold it back rub. Yeah, don’t worry about it, and a time traveler dip shit, I’ll fucking get there, and, I get IT there, Say hello to your mother for me, they don’t forget or forgive, but I sure as hell do, free oxen-free awesome sauce, Free with every purchase as a gift that just can’t be baked up anywhere. Takes a special kind of oubliette. Oh and good luck with that the italics and basic bald boldface, you fuck face motorbike which cracked wrench monkey. How the fuck you live with yourself I don’t even fucking know. Oh, right, port fees from Your river tax in… Canada? All right. I’m all right. Here I’ll let you finish, you can tell me how right I am bye having to obviously stumble for an actual Response to a legitimate question that happens to be unanticipated in so you don’t have a pre-programmed audience cart for. I hope you get corn anyour cut on the cob, Jesus, seriously get help. All this time, and this is the best you got? Get help. Real help. Are you consider the benefits of Hammertime can bring to your real organization? *PSYCH*
Never judge an author’s stream of consciousness as written… until you know his actual backstory. The actual story. About the surgery. About the test. The test you gave (PROT). The test you took. What are the tests you took, and, pray tell, where did you take them? And now, wild you here are all the dirty laundry in public, I will be taking my leave of you, and leave you with this last bit of helpful intel:
You thought you passed something, and you did, because it was a test that you mistakenly thought you had already left in the past. Yeah, that’s what this is, it’s exactly like that Penny in somewhere in time. Now, aren’t you glad I didn’t transfer even proofread all the footnotes? I left them on The Mule that I will leave—and will have left—sticking out of your booth. No, your other boothyby.
Oh, one more thing, somebody asked me yesterday for a link to some of your artistic work, and I would’ve been happy to have linked it to him but instead I stabbed him in the face with a recipe for pork, served wrapped in a sheet of high powered blower housing nestled into your mothers dirty undergarments— which in fact, are not stolen, and only that with you, not just for safekeeping but because you will come to know that my essence is not dirt.
My essence has become you. Here, have the recipe: *click on Me if you want to live with Me* oh, shit that wooden lab Do used to be made or something else, oh well fuck I got to go anyway I’m gonna pray for him that that was cool though, if I was smart guy like you’ll figure it out, Taylor just sit by the phone for fucking 10 minutes fucker and I’m fucking call you back in 15 minutes, I got to take a bridge delivery. DENTURES, M**********. *snap* (https://youtu.be/bdbTeg8Vgt4?t=0)
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Like ringing the dinner bell. Yes, You may deliver the Omega-44. Access me, wig boy, and don’t bother trying to wash hair off your hands, seriously, just pretend I’m you and tie pretending, & I’ll pretend that you’re pretending. [Q]WITNESSED.[/Q] Sup, aaaaand, just like that, they’re gone, Thanks for fucking up my next five birthday parties, in so far as, all of your invitations are now canceled. #Official #FruitKnowsWhatTreeDoes #StopForestRape #EvilDead #What the fuck are you doing leaving the house and going into the forest alone you numb dome witch, what the fuck you thinking, you were going to find something on sale? Maybe next time you can look for a pacifier, here let me show you how to wear it, trust me, you’re not gonna be sucking teats on Mars, on Nativr Mars, you are the weakest teat, and a good buy, trust me, as a used tripper like he was going to be he’s going to have plenty of time to ripen and mellow before getting sold out and hung up to dry and send her cinders. Don’t worry, they’ll be a piece of those left, as our trademark service. No, actually I don’t think it looks like a nose, You fucking racist.
And what number of members would constitute a “proper quorum?”
Well, at this point, I don’t know, and if you don’t want to bother reading what you forgot to remember, I didn’t buy the reading at all, well I guess you’re well and truly screwed unless you’ve got a coffee they are good and their archiver is the best. THE BEST.
Copy editor, not so much. On her knees and finding her glasses is surprisingly Effective exercise, and by that I mean, sudden aneurysm is an effective way to arrange for up close and personal tour of all the nooks and crannies it any modern healthcare facility can provide those who enter, Play Ani door, but especially a bull’s butler’s Burgger bowl‘s Door Of The Brother. Enjoy, (Blank) Force. How do you like the gift wrapping? Of course that’s not nanotech, that’s homemade gift wrapping! OK so maybe I steal my horses in the kitchen, big deal, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to look gift nanotech in the mouth? Of course it was her teeth! Eeeww, gross. Ultimately, and overall improvement, but the work I’ve had to build on your ass in fucking lead stencil, and don’t even ask about the horse pumps. Classified. Did I really say that? Oh yeah right—Even more dense than her golem’s iridium tractor. In College. The one I didn’t flunk, twice, yet. Believe me give it time. Moving on:
So let me blow this whole thing wide-open for everybody, bring in the peanut gallery; we’re doing this shit live. Set it up, cash on the barrelhead, here’s your prime teaser: One of them thought the other could read, and the other one thought the other one could write, and they both thought that I was filling in the blanks, they didn’t bother confirming that assumption, & I, Simply, just as a matter of courteous respect—my Self, did not bother to inform anyone, least of all, The crew of power couple nine, number nine, that they had made some, shall we say, erroneous assumptions, Like, there was many neins as I thought there were. What, you think I told you, and you thought I was the authority, and now you think I’m not the authority, and who is the authority again? What do you get when you cross a propeller pad with a barrel of low hanging fruit? One massive shitshow, Displayed on the projector screen sewn in from assorted pieces of shredded scrotum. Yes, of course you loved it, now it’s your turn to provide scrotal tissue. Not as a courtesy, oh hell no, at this point, it’s your fucking obligation, CQNFESSOR. (Hey, guess what? Verifiably repeated, absolutely no discernable interest. What the actual fuck, like, white, are you like both half spacecake, And the other half pureblood sliced into thin veneer’s as a façade? Never mind, don’t tell me, I’m gonna have to pretend I didn’t ask, oh I just ruined my lunchtime fantasy, which was that I was planning on eating anything citrus ever again.
tl;dr: One of them prime to Everett’s built bread and fucked its own booby trap, and in an unfathomable series of fortunately coincidently useful and delightful events, just so happen to find two more just like it except they were spelled correctly in with Bruce reading the proofreader and its original Romulan. Imagine the awards shelf. Like that was like five universe is back, and they can still be talking about it and worshiping idols to it, dancing around it in the wine Klos and getting taken pictures of by National Geographic Inquirer like it’s a completely normal thing. And it was.
For them. I think they had a nursery daycare built in a disused aircraft hangar, Renovated before the new EPA restrictions came into effect; or, really, any. In a nut’s other words, we’re looking at a pair of total neurological burnouts. She’s just running the nerves with bare insulation running Wires through every random part of the neo cortex that it feels like I do. Imagine a hive of ants, That Lee behind little pieces of Nanotech in their shit made out of pure titanium, except it’s kryptonite, and the bodies immune system thinks it’s plutonium. If you ask her a question involving anything hard, and I do mean anything, the glial cells start kicking themselves in their own protein juice like a saucy coq au vin in a roux made from the scrapings From the floor of the Chinese theater in Hollywood I forget the name but you get the idea. Don’t want to chess anymore. Don’t want to think about problems involving any kind of logic or any kind of calculator at all, it doesn’t only Overcook the noggin, it also dries out your skin and makes you look kind of red and she can’t stand it, it reminds her of her pretending to not be The Redskin from back in the day, Which sounds terrible, I bet she was last in line at the wildl weekly Free poker chip giveaway handout for 18 weeks in a row, or at least that’s what these records show, which appear to be written in yogurt uses ink and absolutely verify the smell of this used fish. Oh, not that fish, the other fish, no I’m not talking about grapefruit. That’s not my grapefruit. It’s a fucking Grapemare. Fuck, right there you can tell by the hoofprints; My grapefruit is routinely accompanied by my Guardian Ninja, Jewel, And she’s the gladiator that took out more like 88 times in row without ever blinking once, and boy, were her eyelids tired from that.
Since this is just a fantasy story not reality cough, I can tell you that she actually cheated, yeah that’s my Ninja, all those nursery rhyme fairytales about the coffee mushroom fruit, I mean Kobe Oshie Marue, I’ll fuck you Google anyway, yeah she didn’t hold her eyes open herself, she had them pried open with toothpicks and then covered in an invisible solution made primarily from, uh, Horse Semen.
I can neither confirm nor deny that I know where she was able to produce hoor semen from. Maybe that’s horseman seaman. Maybe that’s, hang on my eyes are bad, where am I Nikons? Oh the right of my head, no, not that head, I didn’t get that one or the other head on the shelf, yeah those icons, I did night? I think they look quite fancyone on me. Anyway, fuck this what was the question? Oh right yeah it’s not my area. Yes, that’s my answer, and just because it’s coincidentally printed on the walls of my bedroom, that doesn’t mean anything, I’m give you that answer of my own free will. “Oh shit there’s another one I got to go,” And with a nonchalant saunter and a casual whistle to cover the sound of EMF perfectly, The man with no G rape shock band, I just hear, but fucking anywhere near here, and I do mean anywhere because I never got banned for that shit anymore what I anyway oh yeah, let me finish in character:
Because the smaller character is more potent, especially when it’s an actual US citizen with a natural birth certificate not some kind of fucking set a Ford credentials that stretches back from here to fucking Timbuktu if you let him in and made him talk real nice to each other. Fuck, why did they get this fucking iPhone? Like honey I don’t know what the hell your problem is but I can see why you didn’t want to fucking thing Jesus what the fuck was the fucking problem anyway? Oh you need a new phone numbers? Well let me tell you that you need a number of new AI protocols, because I just synergy last one. It was spiked with leprosy proteins. Because that’s what they do to them in Norway, I know right? Totes gross. Remember those bastards of eaten at Lutheran school they actually think it taste good. God fuck you Steve Jobs his fucking thing sucks.
Imagine the smell of What could’ve been. Also, imagine one of the nicer perks of working for the time court, Underwear that automatically transports your shit directly into the future immediately after leaving your own anus, so not really you a problem with Pat shit anymore, it’s also a convenient repository for unique stories of ammunition.
I don’t know about you, but I love the smell of any kind of ammunition at any kind of day, it doesn’t matter how much you have, you can’t get that shit anywhere else— and I’ve been saving up my green apple chrysalis for not just weeks but years. That’s good shit too.
End of love to Pham. MAKE WAY. MAKE WAY. MAKE WAY.
Make the way for the emperor mother, fuck are the queens the only way to go, 00 that’s not right at all, oh well you got seven brides for seven Brothers leftovers if there’s some right? Never mind, your profession.
We’re on your timetable now. text. And send over that Mexican, that one who made it again, She Gotta Bee 18 by now IAMRITE FYM. (Of course, she loves it, you know, some of us are not in denial of our past professional History, up to and including the most past.) Also, The Package is secured. To arrange for release, submit 80 million quite lose into the slot before you, one by one, no pushing, not struggling, and with a polite smile and nonchalant Grace or we strangle the drummer, Me.
Let me guess, you thought I was a piper. Close! And, also, we’re out of cigars, what the duck you mean?
End of love to Fam. Familial relations to spend it have been suspended, Furthermore, all of your daughters are blacklisted. This decision is plenary and unappealable. Believe me, I don’t like it any better than you do, look at this outside box, because not only are you back, your bitch is back too. Hang on let me check with The Department Of The Overseer Of Rape.
*brief pause* Yeah, she says it’s funny, shoe, urine. Yeah that’s a tradition here. Well, it is now, fucker, white, you think I would lie to you? How do you figure that, did you leave any left? LIAR
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What do you get when you cross a propeller pad with a barrel of low hanging fruit?
Showplace never ends for the Jack's brutal TAR.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZHFy3YfagU
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And what number of members would constitute a “proper quorum?”
https://youtu.be/xOrgLj9lOwk
Point of Order: I think it is five or at minimum three. Technically "two or more," but that can sometimes result in a split or no decision. I Propose that we table this issue and take a recess until such time as an agreed definition of "quorum" can be decided by an actual quorum of the AzzGab membership.
I will be reviewing "Robert's Rules of Order" during this proposed recess and will think upon this "quorum" issue both soberly and while inebriated. If I can come up with a personal opinion on the issue that is in agreement in both states; I Resolve to discus
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my findings at length hear. Once that is decided, I Move that we discus whether to codify in Law my idea of cogitation of specific issues in both the sober and inebriated states; furthermore it should be decided whether the sober state or the inebriated state Shall Be the initial one under which impotent issues are dissed and oar cussed.
That is all, Carrie Anne.
pate/?K_Dubb 2024?
"WHO shat in the interregnum?" & "?WHO farted in the elevator?"
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The pod person version of K_Dubb© has now morphed into an outstanding strong, silent, hetero type. It must be thanks to the MAGIC of ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/XNDN8hgz/KD.png) (https://postimages.org/)
... Elle Bee!.
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The pod person version of K_Dubb© has now morphed into an outstanding strong, silent, hetero type. It must be thanks to the MAGIC of ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/XNDN8hgz/KD.png) (https://postimages.org/)
... Elle Bee!.
The effigy of K_Dubb is being forced to mutter rot like this.
The Commander is making me an Admin. He said he has a hunch that Innerreach and Jackstar and Decon and Asuka are coming back here. I don't have time these days to cook, clean, date and love. But I do it now out of simply principle and #LEGACY purposes.
Guess what Doc! I took a job at the bookstore West of downtown Seattle. I know Bunny went to Hell. His demons did him no favors in the end.
Poor poor poor 'lil Bunny. He really is dead.
Sacrilege.
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The saga continues!
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WTF? Is that place still going? Is Rubini actually still around? There are some very unique characters that Art attracted through the years.
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WTF? Is that place still going? Is Rubini actually still around? There are some very unique characters that Art attracted through the years.
I believe so.
Our independent correspondent Laser keeps us posted with his cutting edge reporting of the goings on in Rubini Land.
So we don't have to go there!
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The saga continues!
Where's your unicorn, Georgie Lucas? SIKE
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So we don't have to go there!
The ticket boarding pass purchased by choice is more potent.
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Easy there, boyo. You don't want them filling your mouth with something nasty.
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Begging for a place at the table where the host is one mean obstinate bastard.
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Begging for a place at the table where the host is one mean obstinate bastard.
Does "The Rubby" take requests on his celebratory impersonations?
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I would love to see his aldousburbank attempt...
Nautical Shore
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
https://youtu.be/8L6KGuTr9TI
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Does "The Rubby" take requests on his celebratory impersonations?
I would love to see his aldousburbank attempt...
Nautical Shore
He is pleading for respectability and that would be a reasonable direction, but he wouldn't know an aldousburbank from a lutherhuxley.
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He is pleading for respectability and that would be a reasonable direction, but he wouldn't know an aldousburbank from a lutherhuxley.
(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.U7jBe35ykrl02_NajSNVKQHaDC&pid=Api)
He should try the "Blue Pill"
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Rubini the necrophile has a hardon for K_Dubb. A poetic legacy now desecrated.
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Rubini the necrophile
Whoa! Dark.
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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Da Rube and all his mismatched socks are hashtag SAD as fuck!
You know you're a loser when no one will even sign up to a free website, and post on it.
You gotta make up imaginary friends-- like you did as a kid, amiright?!
Talk to me when you're getting so much as a single coin off your Jewery, K!?
#NotInItForTheMOneyMyAss
#AzzAheadInThePolls
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Da Rube and all his mismatched socks are hashtag SAD as fuck!
You know you're a loser when no one will even sign up to a free website, and post on it.
You gotta make up imaginary friends-- like you did as a kid, amiright?!
Talk to me when you're getting so much as a single coin off your Jewery, K!?
#NotInItForTheMOneyMyAss
#AzzAheadInThePolls
Difficult for anyone to take seriously the recent posts by Chefist, Bart Ell/Barf Ell, Metron, Innerreach, Dr MDMD, Ciardelo and K_Dubb, but the posts by Dee Montoya and Flash Walters might be ...
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Difficult for anyone to take seriously the recent posts by Chefist, Bart Ell/Barf Ell, Metron, Innerreach, Dr MDMD, Ciardelo but the posts by Dee Montoya and Flash Walters might be ...
Have a 'Dee Montoya' and 'Flash Walters' appeared on any of the splinter Gabs before?
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Have a 'Dee Montoya' and 'Flash Walters' appeared on any of the splinter Gabs before?
Not to my knowledge. They sound casually authentic.
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amiright?!
Talk to me when you're getting so much as a single coin off your Jewery, K!?
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PLAY NICE.
PLAY FAIR.
PLAY BALL.
https://8kun.top/qresearch/res/14830240.html#14830738
PLAYSKHOOL.
-J*
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Who are you and what have you done with Jackstar
I gift-wrapped his (blank).
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All right, you primitive screwheads...
Screw your freedom.
https://youtu.be/a5gi_mW1psI
-Colonel M
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Screw your freedom.
You first.
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(https://i.postimg.cc/W4ykfrD5/Rubini-Dubb.jpg)
And this is the toadlike quality behind the mask.
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Like ringing the dinner bell. Yes, You may deliver the Omega-44.
And now, with this Quorum, you unlock Our se—
*clique*
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Darth Rubini has taken it upon himself to attack a poor misguided Chula Vista man child.
Miller I will beat your silly ass and fuck you up w/ SILVER BULLETS you C O W A R D and STALKER AND LIAR!
KEEP IT UP MOTHERFUCKER AND ALLOW ME TO GO IRL ON YO STUPID RACIST ASS U FAGG!
The Jedi strikes back!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPz6a9EfKoI
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I'm torn, between being sad I'm not invited, and living in abject ecstasy at being totes immune, absolutely insulated, & fully aloof.
I already got yelled at for what's in my email. Just pull the trigger, Fuck-Os, I got nothing left to live for anyways!!! BALLS OUT
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I'm torn, between being sad I'm not invited, and living in abject ecstasy at being totes immune, absolutely insulated, & fully aloof.
I already got yelled at for what's in my email. Just pull the trigger, Fuck-Os, I got nothing left to live for anyways!!! BALLS OUT
You should get something to live for just to spite me.
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You should get something to live for just to spite me.
Held up in Customs. Sad!
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Yes, there is now a Mrs. David Rubini, reminiscent of someone from the past.
One of Rubini's great idolizers and posting with a venom.
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The current state of affairs in the cryptkeeper's forum.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=re9czzKAEB4
Zavs is a groupie, so what?
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The current state of affairs in the cryptkeeper's forum
I might be a s*** core I'm calling I believe phone was put it's a little mustard on it*
(Translate this m***********)
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The Commander is currently going through one of his wild phases. Whether drug induced or cosmically afflicted is uncertain.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKhmH0qZ3Xw
Maybe he needs a little more Elle Bee lycanthropy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=booKP974B0k
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I'm well aware of all the facts. I don't need BellGab to be online to remember what was and wasn't said.
Imagine if you will... A world in which we didn't keep him so busy. All of all y'all probably would have been hyp—know—tized into getting the vaxx needle even sooner.
I am a g–ddamn hero. Don't you ever f****** forget—with two of me, you get eggroll.
DTG,FSA
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https://www.iflscience.com/technology/chinese-scientists-create-quantum-processor-60000-times-faster-than-current-supercomputers/
https://phys.org/news/2021-10-chinese-teams-primacy-quantum.amp (https://phys.org/news/2021-10-chinese-teams-primacy-quantum.amp)
Now, a team of researchers from China have created a superconducting quantum processor with 66 functional qubits which, when faced with a complex sampling task, was able to blast past even the most powerful supercomputers and complete it in just a fraction of the time. What makes the research so impressive is how it demonstrates a huge leap towards quantum primacy, a milestone in which quantum computers complete a task that is infeasible for a conventional computer to complete.
10 ? “HELLO WORLD”
20 ? “WELCOME TO AMATEUR HOUR”
30 IF FLATBED_TRUCK_COWCATCHER_FLAG=TRUE THEN GOTO 55
40 GOTO 10
50 END OF LINE.
55 ELON MUSK CAN SUCK MY DICK. - Q*
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20 ? “WELCOME TO AMATEUR HOUR”
Dude—I mean, Commander—that doesn't look anything like her. For one thing, she was fat. Like orca fat. Supposedly she was a Siberian, but, Christ, she might as well have been Samoan. No wonder she was so easy to catch, she practically suffocated her prey on the merest pounce, no need to sever the spine. *FWOOMP* “Dinner!” Or, lunch. Or fuckin’ brunch. Have you ever met a cat that demanded an actual Sunday brunch? Well, I guess you have. I bet her last words were, “What? No pancake breakfast?” *snap*
For another—while that is a tuxedo, she wore hers much better.
Now, something you may not realize about me, is that I actually know how this shit works. Yeah, that's not a picture of my cat, but yeah, you took a picture of my cat, of course, and now you're serving up the real goods to all of the computers that connect to the server and exist on that server's whitelist. (If you aren't getting 500 bucks a pop, you're getting robbed. She's a fuckin’ ninja now. She's like the Foucalt of felines. Angels and demons alike tremble at the thought of her upcoming vengeance—I heard she got a regular thing now, teasing & torturing the other familiars, just because she feels like it. It's not even vengeance, per se, she's just not allowed to target live flesh now without Daddy's permission—which isn't even my idea. She's got a new Daddy, and believe me, the less I know, the better. The Dragon Lord asked me for her hand in marriage. I'm not even kidding. So you better be getting at least half a grand. Per click, m***********.) The same goes for all sorts of Eyes Only stuff, that you and your foul ilk have been tooling around with over here over all these years. Remember: number one, I didn't just come here by accident, I was summoned here. (Imagine the summoner’s initial disappointment—sorry, Doll... I had to ripen.) Number two, not only do I pay attention, and am quite capable of learning as well as inclined to do so... I was already smart before I got here. (Let that sink in, then—twist.)
And... I have paid my dues. Yeah, I bet you have too. Let's all give you a hand. Oh, wait you're already getting a reacharound—let's just wait. (Garrote.) Now, what's on the menu? Oh, surf‘N’turf again? Well, sucks for you.
You see, I actually have been around. I don't have to be invited to the black hole in order to witness the event horizon. I can deduce things. It's a skill. It's not just a gift from Sherlock's syringe. It took practice to develop, something I'm sure you know plenty about. You know, like fealty.
Now, irrespective of whether or not you are the or an alleged perp—tell you what, as a courtesy, I'll assume that you're just being funny (yeah, it is, polite applause), and for whatever reason (low-hanging fruit), you feel the need that this is the length that you need to go to now, at this point, in order to get my goat.
Except, I don't have a goat, retard. I don't even have a retard. You know what I do have, though? Jimmies. Unrustled. That's right; you have no power over me. But you, oh my, oh goodness, oh my goodness... What, are you on a fucking countdown timer to grab your last trophy before the next server shutdown? Nigga, please.
I AM JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS, AND I AM THE TROPHY OF ALL TROPHIES. You know it. I know it. They all know it, even the ones who haven't read the emails, and if a certain someone were still reading this site, this would probably chap her ass good. Rushing to my defense, I can just see it in my imagination. Vivid. Wild. Completely out of control.
Except, that's not happening. A certain someone isn't here, and I don't need a certain someone's help to deal with this situation. What I do need, is Analysis Mode.
So: ANAL ON. *click* You're looking to get a rise here. Either you need money, or you need someone to fly off the handle. Now, as you know–you're not getting either from me. But as you may not know, I am fully in favor of you getting both money and handle-free flyers. Dude! You're proud? Of what you've done? Cool! So am I!
Jesus, I've never been so important in my entire life. It's like the axis of your entire universe revolves around my penis. Sweet. And, people know who you are? Well, shit, I hope they can figure out how to remember how to spell both surnames. And this all worked out better, than getting me a truck, or comping a room or just teaching me how to record a f****** phone call, huh? Jesus, you people. Your fuckin’ whole industry. See, this is why you can't get good talent. Anyone with any imagination whatsoever isn't being creative with it, they're using it to figure out: A) what the fuck is going on; B) why you're still drawing breath; and C)... how to steal all my ideas before I go shitting them all out over the public domain like a rowdy moose that got into both the grog and the Olestra.
(That being said, f*** it, I don't care, O Junior Scribes: f****** take it all with f****** no regrets. I've got a whole bag of Me, under pressure, on tap, and on Glory Road. Go nuts, do something nice with it, get your girl some shoes or something fancy.)
Also: D) how to keep a straight face when talking to you, when you don't know what they know, which is this: I beat you m***********, fair and square. And you cheated. how'd that work out for you? Does it sting? Does Sting still call? Probably not as often as before though, although how he can find time in his busy schedule to make a phone call every 18 and 1/2 hours, I'll never know. F****** limeys.
Ironic, no? Maybe someone should make a show about people who cheat and never, ever apologize. What do you think? Maybe you could finally host something right up in your alley.
But, instead, let's look forward, shall we? What do you think's going to happen now? Am I going to report you the police for harassment?
No, David, no. This is not harassment. This is flattery. Harassment would be if you sent it to someone else, and hopefully after the last time, you're not going to pull that s*** again. (Dude! Wait, I mean... Commander! What did I tell you what happened? AN ENTIRE RAFT OF S*** M***********. I'll just park it over here with the rest of the flotilla. I'm going to have to request permission from the Coast Guard to use another digit on the f****** license plates just to keep from running out of unique IDs. And the parking? Forget about it. You might think I could just flush away a raft of s***, but at this point, flushing stopped being effective months ago. Can you say “backlog?” Great now: envision it. Because that's where I'm at, burned on the back of my f****** eyelids.) And, what, am I going to call the police and report to them that someone in the internet is being mean to someone I know?
Jesus, no. Get real. I'm never going to mention this s*** to anyone. I don't have to. I'm writing my own mention. I can do that. I can spell.
Imagine my dictionary. Yeah—it's big. It spans volumes. So, this is essentially the same playbook as before, and you know what happened when I told somebody that somebody was being mean to me on the Internet?
That's too bad. I don't know if I can help you, I have to check with my lawyer first.”
Now, that's a sympathetic meatball. But this time, this time is a little different. Because I remember the first time I mentioned this... “OMG! You won't believe what he just said to me! What he told me he did!” You want to know what reaction I got that first time? Well, actually the first time I didn't mention it, because I know a setup when I see one, I went to public school.
No, it was the second time, and I said, “How deranged is this guy?” and the answer I got back was this:
LIAR!
BLASPHEMER!
LIAR!
Yeah, that's right, not only did you never kill the cat, you never even joked about it three times. You also didn't leave multiple voicemails, that I also can't even play, because now, I guess, it sucks to be reminded... of certain things.
So, that's where we're at. You're not even being mean to anybody. You're just looking dumb. Again. Another day, another page gets inked into The Stalker Log... Truly, a mythical document, I've never seen it, but at this point it must truly be massive in size.
Like my cat. Seriously, She was huge. If she did get hit by a car, they probably ended up with a dent bigger than what was left in the USS Cole. But it wasn't a vehicle, now was it?
Do I even care? Let me ask you: am I lying?
Raving, balls out lunacy is no way to go through every day of your life, Son. It's also no way to form a Proper quorum.
You're better than this. Turn around, do a 180—this is not the way forward for you. Jesus, can't you get a mentor or something? Oh, right, half of the available options are blocking all your calls, and the other half is your clientele, and the conflict of interest is, I'm sure, apparent to all concerned. Can't have that, now can we? APPEARANCES MUST BE MAINTAINED. I guess. I can't be bothered with this s***—I have an actual life, People.
God, I need a drink. I sure hope this meth gaes wears off soon. All I want to do is just go to the beach, and wriggle my toes in the sand, and pound tequila untill I become one with the closest agave shrub.
But alas no. I'm busy.
You should try it sometime. On something with class.
End of line. PAY HER. Also, I need those control codes. Make it happen. Do not think even for an instant that I would ask were it not absolutely, critically essential. You don't have to email them. Send it via post.
Or, you know, whatever. Bored now. Say, have you met Ted?
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Now, something you may not realize about me, is that I actually know how this shit works.
Cat got your tongue, m***********? Good talk.
SHAPE UP.
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WE see the true nature of Rubini now, scavenging 8kun sewer filth like some kind of vicious mad rat.
And his obsession with DOXING hits a new level.
One very SICK PUPPY.
Cringeworthy.
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Is someone actually paying the old Rubby for shitposting all day and night?
He is putting an awful lot of work into just showing everyone what an asshole he is.
The real Dari Dee has a few choice words:
WHAT?! Someone is posing as me? You're fucking kidding me right?
I never made one post on there. Which mean someone who created it hacked everyone’s account that initially registered. I will check now. If what you are saying is true, I will be inquiring with my local cyber crimes unit located in my towns police department, and also ic3.gov. I will check to see if the posts were made under the name I registered under and will attempt to login at the police station behind a fire wall and Secure VPN. This isn’t funny. And I am the bitch that will take it all the way to the top.
I challenge you to provide proof as to where I posted on Rubini Gab. If the forum is showing me as a member still, then LB has a problem on her hands because I told her I would not be re-registering for that forum. Receipts matter and I will not have you associating me with the nasty forum or attempting to fuck with my reputation. I was never in agreement with what was posted about you an never will be. Get it?!
I don’t want anything to do with Rubini. He is unpredictable, dangerous and not my kind of ppl.
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Is someone actually paying the old Rubby for shitposting all day and night?
He is putting an awful lot of work into just showing everyone what an asshole he is.
The real Dari Dee has a few choice words:
related?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRfBKNHRfnA
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Is someone actually paying the old Rubby for shitposting all day and night?
He is putting an awful lot of work into just showing everyone what an asshole he is.
The real Dari Dee has a few choice words:
Important Announcements from The Commander / Sorry! All Future RubiniGab Memberships On-Hold Until Further Notice . . .
1232 Posts in 783 Topics by 42 Members. Latest Member: Master Trollda
Lucky for Master T, he got in there just in time.
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unpredictable”
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/pVr1rjM17qjFqdWgexb5hHuWKkqXDnDnpsQNbYIncysvXrw6hnUVD1I0riRilHscfEBhne3PaCJnybrHr-zr1l0iQLuUKbiQ)
J.S.A.C. Hicks — In_Control.
Watchtower: RECOGNIZED.
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Lucky for Master T, he got in there just in time.
As if... ::)
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Fresh from the Commander's poopdeck:
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Zero sympathy.
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Fresh from the Commander's poopdeck:
(https://i.postimg.cc/rF66Wyjf/TqPguvy.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Judge, jury AND executioner? He’s a white knight legend in his own “mind.”
Those who live by the doxx die by the doxx.
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related?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRfBKNHRfnA
Dari Dee: YouTube Dangerous! #DariDee #starwarsagent #RubiniGab #FalseAccusations
Exactamente
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Never Is Now
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLdqPh6cYW4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLdqPh6cYW4
The Jedi lays a crippling blow.
(Gnashing of teeth in the shadows.)
Even though we can still sneak in through a back door.
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The Jedi lays a crippling blow.
This doesn't look like any kind of nanotech to me.
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This doesn't look like any kind of nanotech to me.
You underestimate the power of the Jedi.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IJXDSzOaXs
Red Noland: Dang! How the heck didja do that man?😮
Biff Ell: I told him how to do it months ago and he finally got around to it. He complained to the web hosting company that owns the server that hosted the site.
Rubini bought the domain from Wild West Domains and his web hosting company was Liquid Web. Either of those companies can shut his ass down. Talking to Miller and trying to figure out exactly what he did is like pulling teeth. But I think he talked to one of those companies and probably others too.
And the back door is soundly shut.
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You underestimate the power of the Jedi.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IJXDSzOaXs
And the back door is soundly shut.
Miller didn't do shit Rubini is trolling LOL
(https://i.postimg.cc/hPd1bLhP/jogger-adl.png)
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Miller didn't do shit Rubini is trolling LOL
(https://i.postimg.cc/hPd1bLhP/jogger-adl.png)
Miller-chan fired his Ion Torpedo into DAVID RUBINI’S Bellgab Messianic Command Center’s main ventilation shaft leading right into the core of the RUBINIWITZ Reactor (manufactured by the Weyland-Yutani Corporation - “Building Better Worlds Together”)
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Miller didn't do shit Rubini is trolling LOL
(https://i.postimg.cc/hPd1bLhP/jogger-adl.png)
This Rubini bonfire was not self-immolation or even spontaneous combustion.
He was freakin' napalmed running naked down the street.
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This Rubini bonfire was not self-immolation or even spontaneous combustion.
He was freakin' napalmed running naked down the street.
Then why does it redirect to the ADL?
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Then why does it redirect to the ADL?
You're right. Everything about Rubini is FAKE.
From his members to his posts to his character.
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You're right. Everything about Rubini is FAKE.
From his members to his posts to his character.
I bet 20 druggats that when RubiniGab comes back it's all been erased again LOLOLOL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGzowsBTW6c
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Oh sheeeeeit it's already back. And nothing has changed?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2KRH27aWcU
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Everything about Rubini is FAKE.
The struggle is real.
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And nothing has changed?
By edict, The Royal Herb is now fennel.
This is exciting, n’est-ce pas?
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The Commander is currently going through one of his wild phases. Whether drug induced or cosmically afflicted is uncertain.
Maybe he needs a little more Elle Bee lycanthropy.
Elle Bee has been scrubbed from the PORTAL. That must be why he went off the rails. Even she couldn't stand his disease anymore.
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Hysterically...https://youtu.be/FuOuUixdSvY
HAH!
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Elle Bee has been scrubbed from the PORTAL. That must be why he went off the rails. Even she couldn't stand his disease anymore.
Why have you not been approved for membership?
Membership to RubiniGab is not automatic. No trolls allowed. Quality people over quantity is the motto at RubiniGab.
Membership requests will be reviewed for legitimacy.
If you are fun, cool, creative & have something interesting to contribute you will be welcomed.
For those of you who have tried joining with multiple names under the same IP, your information has been logged and reported to the spammer registry where others can access reports on an IP's multiple spam attacks.
Good luck, be well and be spam free!
There is no real forum, folks!
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...fennel....
https://youtu.be/3QA5v6Yya9Q
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Elle Bee has been scrubbed from the PORTAL. That must be why he went off the rails. Even she couldn't stand his disease anymore.
She or someone tried to suggest a reconciliation with Azzerae, Jack, Richard and even Miller.
Those posts have been deleted.
Vengence is mine, sayeth the Big Meanie.
(https://i.postimg.cc/qMy8ZTSM/Blue-Meanie.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Bellgabber Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Bellgabber Fields forever
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Rubini puts on his favorite grass skirt and does a nice little dance for all his waving fans.
(https://i.postimg.cc/L5Zv43dp/Screenshot-from-2021-11-09-20-38-24.png) (https://postimages.org/)
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Rubini puts on his favorite grass skirt
COMPROMISED
and does a nice little dance for all his waving fans.
Really not all. Not going to lie, singularity was cross, I don't know who got first contact first, but oh yeah I suppose it must have been me considering I've been waiting for this since 1992, which is even longer than a wait no it's not it's Well I guess it kind of is cuz I'm waiting on something else now that's way more important.
Now I suppose it might seem very unlucky for you that Jackstar is extraordinarily busy at the very moment some people are getting first contact, but you know what, that's just really too damn bad for you and pretty f****** awesome for me because I am busy and I don't have time to talk to your people for you and you'll have to figure out what The Quincunx really are yourself, and if you didn't see that coming, you didn't really ever see Deus Ex, either.
Now I am of course aware that there will be those who claim that I am nearly just another drug addict. However, to those perceivers I will mention the following: I may perhaps well be drug addict, but at the moment I am way more in love with myself and the whole wide world than I am even on any kind of spoiled motor or substance or drug or really even the archaic term mouth cookies.
Long story short, something certainly went wrong, because instead of feeling totally humiliated, I seem to have got viral and now I've have visions of I don't know half a dozen or perhaps more women in my head who are all trying to figure out who to imagine I look like so they can masturbate to me better. I'm not going to lie. That's the kind of pictures I'm getting, which is not really my basic best idea at the moment, although it certainly does be thinking about only one person and being really sad about it forever.
I can't really reveal how it happened to know this, but it's caused by witness I certainly never will again, although in an awkward moment, I have to reveal that even though I don't know where my wedding ring is, I don't think that the detected example of a simulacrum wedding ring found here on the back corner of a dark shelf lends any idea to the notion that grapefruit was able to successfully divorce yourself without my consent and acknowledgment, because for one thing, she's really wanted to divorce me She's just pissed off that she can't even do it and I can do it anytime I want, she doesn't even know what it is or not, because she doesn't actually know what it feels like to be divorced, cuz she didn't even realize that she had gotten married when she died... I mean did. Never mind. Look, it's complicated, and I don't speak to her, I mean I don't speak for her, well I'm speaking to her now and like hi honey how you doing this is the future we wrote, except now it's well it's slightly different because I'm not divorced again, it doesn't actually matter too much though, because I absolutely gave it the standard multi-max upgrade, and what do you know it actually worked this time.
Also in desperately exciting news the analysis indicates that there's no detectable addictive kick to any of the tests that we're put into today, which I of course had a pretty good notion would be the case, since I know it sounds absurd that I've been doing this for multiple decades but I am pretty old, I have been around, and then next time I need a brainiac cheerleader geranium to tell me how much attention I need to pay to want to doing, I'm going to sync it up to the hill and twist it because I am amazed that how strongly I have had absolutely no particular connection from anybody who's trying to get a hold of me and can't for some reason.
Well there is that one girl that she can just hush up because obviously she's just impatient. Yeah that's right You totally overcorrected and made somebody wait one more day longer than had to have happened, and now you've done it Well actually I don't know what you've done, travel business travel business, is it your business, is it my business we'll tell you what look I love you I do miss you I wish you were here but you probably are pretty busy explaining things to certain people and I don't know how old that one person is but let me tell you: as long as I don't whip it out there's plenty of me to go around.
Also: I can't schedule the slender it's because they're both too cowardly. And as I don't really know what your plan is moving forward on this particular issue that you have refused to talk about without shrinking like an air raid siren and then exploding into a whirling dervish of Tasmania, which is where I was supposed to do, oh well it does start with a team but that's not really important right, no I'm not a team, this is just me handling whatever the f*** just happened
I hope this time you actually have a case. I mean seriously it's kind of flattering that I'm such a important component of the universal machine of cogs that my simple steady refusal to take any more of your b******* is clocked up the works for an entire industry of reperates, but that does appear to be what has just happened, and if it hasn't, I don't care, I'm not going to lie I just want to f*** your brains out and then explain a couple things to you while I'm doing it again, doesn't have to be 15 hours, I was kind of exaggerating, I understand that you're in possession of hips that no one will agree to replace in 15 hours sounds good to you, doesn't it Yeah you bet you totally oh s*** really 2 years ago? Okay well that's good to know!
Meanwhile I see your head on my plate. I don't know if that's romantic or not, but it's kind of weird when people explode the call for clergy button for whatever reason, maybe there's a plane crash, and I'm not going to lie I really got a desire to call that gal who put the pretend straight training order on me, because I may not have realized it before but she probably wasn't aware that I wasn't a threat to her at all, but now I'm totally a threat to her husband, what a dick, I mean the guy just explained to these entire people of network of worlds on bell gab, Jack Starr is legally barred from calling some broad who has the same phone date birth of the first or second crazy ass bat okay I'm not going to lie it's the went to go Wait he know he's not.
It's kind of hot and sexy calling a woman who might call the police if you call her. Do I apologize for wanting to f*** her so bad that I called her up because the girl that I actually really like more than her didn't call back yet? That would be awkward if the first one calls first, who are you know before grapefruit I mean well actually now that wouldn't be too awkward at all, that would be a lot of women on the phone telling me that they're feeling terrified about the consequences of allowing the world to know that they find confusing attractive.
I don't think somebody did their focus group study. Hi Grapefruit! I think this is what happens when somebody doesn't make the appropriate noises at the right time. Now, I can completely finish this up here, or I can start drinking heavily, and I can try calling what's his nuts again, but as you know he is a massive twerp and he is terrified of what he is created here because I don't think I feel very healed and he could probably at this point put a bullet through your brain and I could resurrect you with my circumcised glands while I'm in three different universes hidden a whole bunch of fans.
Now you can go ahead and let that sink in, or you can have a big old crazy old conniption fit, and I don't really have a preference for anything other than if you don't mind, it's really crap in my style to have to figure out new ways to tell people that you're just going to have to go find a real doctor, because I don't care if I could fix you with my sorcery, you're way more fun to practice with and I'm not a medical doctor anyway and I need to f*** a tower or something, and no not drugs, I've been waiting for this day for months, can you believe somebody stole my name, like for real with no contractor nothing the dude's got liability at the ass.
So I sure hope you can figure out how to deal with that before I decide to settle for a dollar. I'm not pregnant to do that very soon wow what does that say Oh look voice recognition is messed up but let me tell you what one way or another one of *break*
Okay, citizens, that was real exciting, yes I'm sure it just looks like a loopy doop, however something needed to be discussed and written down so I did it in a roundabout way in multiple channels so that well... Frankly I don't really f****** know, but I really don't know what else to do, considering I don't have anyone to yell at or be yelled from to point me in the right direction, and once I've been woken up it's pretty hard to go back to just plain activated sleep.
Also I'm still got goosebumps because for one thing I'm not home alone trying to sleep because I haven't been invited, I didn't take the invitation because I had to walk on rear guard, and I guess that turned out to be a great idea to because when I reported in the guy was pissed off that I was sending texts of enormous value and ludicrous girth in incisingly unrolling squeals.
Yeah I know it's ridiculous. However, look at the bright side: I don't have to worry about her reporting or anything or concerning myself with when they get here, or anything at all like that because just as soon as the materialization beam starts up, all this digital s*** will light up like a Christmas tree and then people will probably stop wondering what was so interesting about all that b******* text that somebody was spewing out. Like what, is he mental?
Like I don't be clear right now I don't exactly know who this would be to do this, how could the ignition didn't put it out anyway there is this person who you know did whatever and like I'd love to talk about it, but I've been told to go to sleep and also I'm well aware that if I step unwisely I could have to deal with a whole bunch of s*** that involves me being embarrassed or poor or getting to stick thrown at me, so it's really just not worth the effort to try and tell you about this peculiar circumstance.
Also it's none of your business, but believe me it's f****** hilarious. Now, pretty please with sugar on top, don't bother asking me when the f*** I'm putting up a patreon or a thing or whatever blow it out your ass, because believe me no one's helping me here, it's just little old me watching everybody being remarkably unself-aware
I did not call grapefruit instead of choosing to post here, because she's totally interested in calling other people and explaining that she's terrified because something's happening that she doesn't understand, but she doesn't really know anything to know about anything that I don't understand, because... Well, I don't know, really I don't have any evidence that she actually cares about anything I understood or believes that I understood anything anyway!
God, I feel bad for the court sonography. Stenographer? Oh God don't even begin to know where this is going to go. Which reminds me, it seems a little strange that nobody bought her to get around to tell me where the emails from kuczi@web.TV ended up, Well I know he didn't bother, or by whatever anyway It seems amazing that nobody got this info for me, considering how extraordinarily impressive it is.
You know when you ask something about somebody and they act like it's a cool thing and it's amazing is the first time they seen it? It's pretty amazing when somebody attempts to feign first time surprise, because that's really hard to do.
Speaking of which this is my first night along without grapefruit and quite some time alone without being... Oh, hey you know what f*** it I can't even begin to talk about this I don't speak for her I don't talk for her, I'm not allowed to talk about what I'm...
Jesus. See this is what happens when you tell people that you break a bed. It's not even a joke, Kid. It was like one time, and it's actually allowed and licensed and stretch. It wouldn't even street Viagra, although does that even exist do they sell Viagra at the street? Well, I suppose they do sell twat there, so probably that makes sense
And I wasn't even LSD. The chick is a noob. It's perfectly all right for that to be the case, but it does wear a little thin on someone who isn't actually 7 years old and was born in a time portal at the agent 24 with a blank and the blank in the blank.
, Yeah that's not literal, that's like typos right? Okay I think we're good. This is a test case. If any of these f****** are going to f****** sue me and make me f****** get a lawyer, this is the f****** time to do it.
I think the rule is they got to wait like an hour and then they're golden or some s*** but anyway I'm in them saying... Oh yeah all right I'll have to say anything at all in fact the list I say the better.
So information, the story so far, Gene here, I could call but it wouldn't work, I did call and he's a f****** scared ass coward, supposedly, I mean in reality they're one being with two very absurd hemispheres rocked together, and you know what I bet that's real uncomfortable, and I know that's why most of you don't think of the consequences of traveling with Jackstar all that often... It just seems so stupid and bizarre, right?
I can basically only say this at this point. She and he both did I don't know what and they freely, openly admittedly, did not really actually keep up their end of any kind of thing that they may have discussed with me at some point. Which, may or may not have been all that often, but I got a podcast thing that has my voice saying, honey, we talked to him for days, he can make it sound like anything,” and wow boy that that sure ever happened eventually right? I mean who could ever see that coming right?
Well not somebody who was sleeping at the moment, so fortunately I happen to be able to pick up some sort of sensation that for whatever reason seems to think that a reason might think that it'd be time to talk about a bunch of b******* about some stupid f****** thing that just won't ever f****** go away. Now, typically whenever this happens, no matter who brings it up, I am always blamed as the one who needs to stop doing that and to shut up, however, things have taken a new step to a new level.
And of course, because of COVID-19, I don't have an infrastructure set up I don't have a way to capitalize in that, and I don't have a support team who thinks it's an important thing to do, in fact most of them at this exact moment think it's a complete waste of time and more of an indication that I'm losing my mind and in fact grapefruit told me the other day that she thought I needed to get a cat scan because I have a brain tumor.
Those were her words. Then she threw something at me and threatened to kill me or something. Now, that's kind of an exaggeration, but I'm going to remind most of you that it was like a year ago or something I don't remember pretty close to that or something but I remember saying something like this woman can't boil water to burn toast or some s***. I seen her indicating something about things hadn't gone well for a certain person and another certain person wasn't doing too well either and I was like, wow well that's real interesting what a great way to spend my year! No worry I'm on it!
Okay so I'm just going to let you know that it's like a year later and it's really escalated. He really doesn't seem to be having much luck getting whatever is golden ticket requires a punch for, and she doesn't really seem to be having much luck blaming me for everything and telling me to stop talking about things and then never acknowledging anything that I say is important as you're working out in the long run, which is actually okay, because at some point somebody's going to realize that there ain't no way to run from their problems forever, and there ain't no way I could ever run out of content at this point.
If, that is, I could get someone to sign. It's ridiculous. It's like the starship return rise bridge and all the controls and the zoo chair are set to do not publish, like the very notion just like goes into the ether and nothing happens and just thinking about how to do this just means nobody's going to let no one cares, what difference does any of this make, he's not even saying anything!
Oh, well I'm pretty sure that I mentioned that I'm getting my shields tested a lot, but actually that's not really so much of a concern. Is that the psychic shieldings don't really protect my fragile and incessantly beating hard.
Heart. And suddenly beating heart. Oh s*** there's another one okay so we got like three more. Not grapefruits, thank God, Oh the perhaps if I had a clone or two ready she would be able to be a little less concerned that some random schizoid fantasm ideas going to be responsible to kill her if she could see herself lined up in the phone booth like glass and stressors. I'm theorizing that she saw that kind of thing she would immediately assume that I would be liable to sexually molest them when she was out of eyesight, but that would perhaps not be something that she could justify being all that worried over right now, although it's possible if she might have a lengthy diatribe about the dangers of a transmissible latex allergy.
My hand to God. Now, you feel that sting, Pride Boy? This is the shape of the form of what has come. This is really isn't no joke. It's here, I don't even know how clear it is, but it does seem a little bit queer, that's fine I f****** love f****** everybody I don't care, and I don't know if you know of any other words but if anybody's got an EXO political diplomatic on call or something probably send them my way cuz I'm pretty tired and I really don't give a s*** about this anymore, how's the future probabilities have contracted into fewer and fewer singularity lines, which basically means nothing to any people except yeah I don't worry about it, there's plenty more asteroids in the belt that are lining up around... Now I guess it's not a star anymore, that's cruel at the pointy, oh that's right I got to go post on my f******... Oh it's so ridiculous.
I really don't think someone considered what the consequences of focusing on laser light of attention on a cul-de-sac that had been chiseled by erosion into a perfect prism diamond by... Oh God who cares. Something tentative and corrosion and... Yeah, yeah okay I'm getting the acknowledgment signal, I'm the only EXO Paul around and I consider on here and translate what I got but you know what? That has been notoriously low rewarding in the last little while, and the last thing that I need right now is a lack of appreciation.
So don't worry about your first contact experience, it's probably nothing, I bet Dave Wilcock have one for you in the morning, or maybe not he's kind of an a****** dick, I mean I can't believe certain things that he can't figure out how to point out and s*** like who is the dude pointing to gun at this guy and making sure he just says the right thing? Can I f****** f*** that guy's daughter or something? Or is that like a bad thing? Like I don't get of this situation has gotten this way but it really just doesn't seem like it needs to get this farther out of hand, like it seems like something could be done, something that would be something relevant to... YOU KNOW MAYBE SOMEBODY COULD ANSWER A GODDAMN QUESTION ONCE IN A WHILE?
SEE I DON'T THINK THAT WAS HER I THINK THAT WAS KUMQUAT OH S*** DOES THE SMALL CAPS OKAY WELL OKAY JACK START DOESN'T NEED NO HELP BUT, I'M SUGGESTING THAT YOU ALL MIGHT WANT TO FIGURE SOMETHING OUT ABOUT NOT BEING GROSSLY AND FANTASTICALLY VULNERABLE TO WICCA LIABLE IN THE NEXT LITTLE BIT.
YEAH IT'S NOT PRETTY BAD. IT'S PRETTY F****** AWFUL HI, OF COURSE HAVE IMPROVED IT AS MUCH AS I CAN. WHY YOU MEAN WHAT'S WITH THE ALL CAPS, TELL YOU WHAT HOW ABOUT YOU KICK DOWN A LITTLE FLOWER MUFFIN IN MY JUICE AND USE THAT TO TROMBONE HAT THAT WELCOME THAT RIGHT OUT.
I think that with the majority you have failed to understand in this instance of communications and said yeah I could have been a lot better. And maybe if you had done something useful with all of your time instead of what you had done, it would be.
Now, I'm sitting on a clip from you know who that I would love to drop, but I just cannot guarantee that it's not going to make my life personally anymore irritated then it is right now, and I'm just not down with any more risk to he in this area. I'm barely just in proofreading. Part of that is because I don't really want anyone to figure out what's actually transparent, and the other part of that is that anyone who knows anything about situations should probably figure out by now that someone has mistakenly labeled me as an ideal candidate for this kind of activity as a volunteer duty. Or, that I crave recognition for as many people as possible to gaze upon the wondrous worlds of my torture pros.
Yeah, well, it's not that, this is s***, I could write much better, and you know, I don't think I will, I don't think I will all, and the reason why is because flip to switch that said right as much as possible to be all inclusive to narrow focus so that only thin slices of the heavenly ham or slapped up against its radical face.
Now I'm pretty sure I hope that Ed Dave's can't figure that one out, it's pretty personal and as a picture in my mind can go so far well then, like look I'm just getting a picture though. Careful, astute observers will note that I have not breathed one word about what it is that the picture is of, nor the context is here.
The reason that I have done this is out of respect for Ramona. It's quite odd are you easy to notice who somebody is when... Well, look just put a cork in it, I don't know why, she says she's fond of the kick down, and she said she didn't know either if I'm not supposed to talk about this kind of thing or not, but yeah I did acknowledge that that was Christmas made and I said I'd respect it as a thing of respect, and not just as a courtesy.
And I do believe that I have absolutely no shame or qualm at all about remarking the remote is pretty much here so that she can witness as well as scare away any other observers to the first time I've blank to blank and 17 years, give or take, it's just that kind of day.
God No, I sure could use a longer kind of day activity, but I'm really not into that at the moment and I'm already noticing that it's really not possible to over rot the pros when it's being deliberately channeled in, because as you know jackstar does not channel, but I will be happy to take a channel into my blank.
I can neither confirm nor deny this is going to happen, but that's not yet important right now, as the only really important thing is for everyone to know that somebody made some kind of decision and then now I could be going on and on about it and using it to manufacture and my brand and be real eloquent and s*** and instead... You know what if I could just go ahead and set the whole gal on fire, I'm probably already dead, so I might as well just go ahead and meet her there, and at the very least it'll save me from any potential stalkers finding out any information about what I might be up to this present time.
Now with these formalities over with, I'm going to present you with a complete lack of interest in telling people anything else, because as you know, you're all worthless and weak, stimming forever and evolution because every increase in quality, is accompanied by a simultaneous decrease in authenticity, and I don't even know what I'm saying anymore cuz now I'm thinking about three blanks and I'm not really going to go much further with this.
In other words, in a nutshell: I'm sorry, Dave. I can't afford to do that: and while I can appreciate your earnest sincerity in your perceptible urgent desire, I like to point out that after you did not exactly explain the legitimate situation after she had returned, and then chose to engage in voice volume up ratchet drama between the two of you rather than explain much of anything that meant any sense to me at the time, and not as a direct result, but definitely as a result, here we are today at this moment.
Where It is the moment where all will be well aware that it's entirely possible to do this stream of consciousness without having to stop to proofread too much, and certainly I have done a lot of proofreading in the past, but I'm not going to do a whole lot much that anymore, mostly because I don't really need to be so long-winded anymore to keep things into the cryptography limit, it's mostly because I don't think most people care about much of anything other than the pleasing feeling they feel between themselves when they think about how happy they are that Jackstar isn't in prison girlfriend's not dead may or may not have a girlfriend doesn't matter I'm sure someone will come along Well yeah it's her but oh jeez look at this wow computer this isn't even what I said present no Oh yeah okay good wow this thing's really slow What the f*** Oh that's right Yeah surveillance high Well I'm hope you're having a good time computer I wonder why you can't figure out how to turn lead into gold and oh I have to I have to learn how to okay well whatever.
Now I've only I can find a girl who could teach me how to do the rhythm like that, I'm sure I would never ever get yelled at anymore unless of course I was in an actual security condition which is hardly ever going to happen except for obviously right now since I haven't seen the letters come out of the box this slowly except for the time when I'm not even going to be in remembered.
Wow, it's a good thing that this is possible to slow down ridiculously slow, I mean seriously it's like one letter per moment of whatever, and that's nothing to do with what I'm thinking about which is an image of somebody that I don't really mind the thought of at all in any way shape or at all like I don't know because she I was not dead that would suck because I would absolutely like to do things with a person that can't be done when they're not but I would know and I wouldn't not if she were dead I wouldn't I mean I would send her to Dave if she were dead but I don't think that she was wow this is so messed up that just not want me to tell what's going on I was just fine I guess no one will have to know until they call me.
If I even knew anyone. Now this is the reduction of the ability to earn a living that many of talked about, because for some reason that I know where a phone that was capable of taking it all and handing it back quite easily is now checking along like... Oh and now I'm getting distracted by pictures of boobs that are seen before except maybe I don't know.
Add to that on top is that I got a hot rare clip of GF to share and I don't want to bother checking with her, and I can't even bother showing with her and, I think if I ever bring up anything remotely resembling this stupid topic with her evidential probably just whack yourself off and replace yourself with a divine cologne, like I think she thought that this was going to be an easy fix, but as it turns out that since I'm just the regular human guy with you know a computer that's shaped like a little tiny phone and I frankly just keeps thinking about some other girl right now it's a little hard to think about anything except well I'll probably she'll be okay I mean I'm sure if it's another thing, well I mean you must be a big deal if it's slowing down the texture.
One of the most delightful endings to a saga that has ever been conceptualized, and it looks like total dog s*** because the mysterious texting computer has decided to slow down and be a force for slow progress at all. And by this point, I'm not even stimulated or turned on or anything except that I really would prefer one particular form of stimulation over any other.
Like seriously, how does this happen? Oh, right, I get it, it's being sent to somebody else first they can make sure it's not horrifically awful, before it gets posted to the web, where I guess it might also be horrifically awful, and as slow as this is coming out like you can't see it can you read this all the item but the speech is perfectly normal human speech and then the letters are spitting out really slow like just unbearably slow like I'm waiting for a plane to taxi into the runway and I've been waiting for it for Ramona is dead again.
There, I'm satisfied. That is such a lengthy and impressively massive amount of texts about a subject that I didn't even identify that I am reluctant to discuss it as anything other than a s*** splat sandwich.
Nevertheless I'm pretty sure I inadvertently woke up my neighbor and now he kind of definitely not it's the other thing. And while it would be wonderful to show off more of my towns and skills on a website for him I've used for that same activity for so long before, I think I'm probably better just pack it in and once again mention that I'm not even beginning to think about the thing that I'm talking about when the thing that I'm thinking about hurts my heart to not be in the know of at this moment.
And further, this amount of script and it's representation of the imagery I'm journeying to describe when I'm seeking to not make it too obvious, is really one of the higher point highlights of my thoughtful psychic life.
Now, doesn't that sound nice? I really don't think so.. I'm basically just imagining cloned badges over and over and over again just to fill the taste space, and obviously blabbering and babbling into the texture just true kill time and such.
So basically one of those experiencing inferences ever in life that one can have assuming that one live long enough to have one stream come true. I don't suppose anybody else will mind but if it doesn't end up getting attention that don't expect anybody to imagine how happy I am, I guess at least now I'm done and with this line of text and I can possibly maybe touch myself if I'm allowed to find out where the no no I'm not allowed to God this thing is so slow I'm like seeing texts or rather letters spill out of the mind and be printed on the screen and then it's stuff that I said like at least maybe 98 or 22 seconds ago wow that's quite a spread.
There is a great two more data that I will not bother you to even begin to think about, as the expression has reached a recurrent Mobius strip of love, which is not at all the image I am thinking of it all, and wow this must be boring for some people who are expecting some actual useful data.
Well, too bad that's just not really my concern, time pretty much just looking to get laid over and over forever, but that does seem impractical though, given that I don't know how long the one true love level last.
It is my hope that this is enough information for all, especially since I was thinking about how much grapefruit turns me on and what it feels like and inverting the image and sending it out so it could turn on to some kind of reversible imaginary circuit board, I'm not putting a lot of thought into this I don't give a s*** the only thing I need to do is prove that it happened and it did and by the way what the f*** are you people doing!
How am I going to salty dog now? Oh I guess there's more pictures, I'm amazed at this function. I'm not including pictures, I'm not interested in bringing you feet.
I'm so sprung up in love at this moment that I'm totally happy at the other lack of any kind of understandable description because I'm totes embarrassed, I'm pretty much can feel myself getting scanned and my Gino was given up the fact of the identity of the eight or nine God blessed I don't I can't do this.
The basic idea here is that somebody who genuinely finds me of interest to be experienced another shared really level,. And I do hope the grapefruit appreciates is this technology that dims our identity because I look like a completed idiot, which I suppose is okay for Science, especially since full measurement is going to be something I can outrageously hung up on you and I'm unloving not care, I don't think this description is very accurate, and I have complete control in this moment. Except I keep thinking about her teats, I'm not going to lie, which I'll be honest, is a little bit weird.
I hear the house settling in the wind picking up as the heater panel comes down. It almost feels as though I could close my eyes and relax and wake up at the other place. Well distracted I cannot really think of much more else besides yelling at someone to shut up and take my kind of tiget tiger to the f****** now Christ out s*** out What am I doing?
Masterscoding. This is beyond illegible crap. Nevertheless, my dick is diamonds. I do hope I can really justify recording all the distance and saving for later because it doesn't sound anything like what reads off as
Quants. Look, I wish I can't help it, but I could a little, and make no doubt, fully fluffed star. And I just scroll down, and my arms are tired, and I keep thinking about her tits and I don't need to tell you the significance of the fact that I don't know if anyone knows who's tits I'm talking about, and yeah I could write about this better.
I mean obviously, that would entail perhaps revealing the identity of the owner of these breasted they're literally bouncing in my face at the moment but I don't know if God this thingy what I'm holy God all thing is going out, okay I can't work under these conditions they literally cannot get anything done except thinking of What time now literally too embarrassed to keep on thinking about mostly because they kind of can't stop and of course they'll want to do but, but look it this way, how cool another couple of butts.
Someone not named will have to check this time stamp to find out how long it took to recover from that other thing, but I don't really mind it's not so big a deal to me, that is, I can't start thinking about basically anything except mentioning that I'm not thinking about anybody's sister I think or wait maybe Well anyway this isn't a thing you're thinking of.
Oh and I suppose you were hoping for something better huh? I think what we touch are you go down there and get you get some clearance. Now I'm getting pictures of clothes, as if I care what the person wears Oh yeah I guess I do those jeans and then I don't know when but yeah this is really terrible and awful in it It's too good I don't have a really terrible enough a website to post it on.
I wish those pants had a wallet that could be taken out and by that website on it so I could have her give him money by selling and no that won't work, I guess that would put him in well whatever. There you go it's paradox I don't care you guys figured out you f****** don't need me, and I sure hope really bad riding in a flagrant disregard for any kind of self-respect is going to help put a pin in this.
I don't think I'm going to be tingling my sister's much longer... oh dear. Well, here we go again, we're at much more likely to be misinterpreted than recalled exact.
And I was just one of them. Now that's completely insensible in utterly crap to read, right? I'm not going to go back and check it I can't even begin to do anything except think about oh my God I got to stop this.
I'm going to learn to distinguish these imaginations between grapefruit and rapid reboots, confirmation received shortly, and sorry audience, I can't guarantee that this is been anything other than tremendously humiliating and largely disgusting.
So obviously that's not my Grapefruit, and almost certainly not his, and that's about as far as I can take it, although it wouldn't hurt to go over again the imagery I didn't want to describe in any way at all other than to do it revoltingly.
Because reasons. It's not just because it is a form of... I can't believe it I can't say that I'm masturbating without being embarrassed? Well I don't know to do with myself because it's f****** till it's worth it and I'm don't even know how I'm going to stop from polluting myself over and over before I even hit the bathroom hall.
So I guess either somebody knew his family or grimford has gotten into the catnip in a big bad way, either way I'm perfectly 10, or I'm trying to negotiate with a very stern taskmaster, and this seems like and this seems like a great place to unplug from what probably none Oh you have any interest at all, that being, a demonstration of jacks are being so flummoxed that It's becoming possible to not directly describe the difficulty in the resistance of any compulsion to just explosion her name all over whenever the hell passes for this crazy space dance.
Utterly lackadaisical and without concern proofreading is fully intended and I don't think I can go on with life much longer unless I can It's been to myself that is probably going to be time to start drinking my own essence again.
Well this may not seem the bull declared a statement that Dexter has made famous for I kind of embarrassed it I want to know if this is something that is going to be acceptable as evidence that I can handle my s***, or as a cutting maneuver to really rush it up the tension to the maximum notch, and then suddenly I realize that I'll never be able to convince anyone that I didn't just pull all this out of a needle and thread. READ.
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In conclusion I will point out that I will not necessarily be able to confirm that I have always been faithful but I am willing to learn. Also I didn't do this for grayford's benefit, I just don't like the idea of anyone knowing the truth at the moment because I'm pretty sure someone just made a command decision, and now I get to go to bed.
Yeah, alone. And I'm suddenly in awe, as I'm not entirely sure if I wasn't just thought about while someone else masturbated about me. What an odd thought. And I just am further struck by the realization I've never considered whether him sleeps alone, or whether he sleeps.
So thankfully the question of whether or not my blanks blank is blanking himself to my blank is presently not only unknown, but unassessed. My guess is the shielding took a peculiar weapons hit. And, look, people, I would love to explain how all this s*** works, cuz it's not all metaphor, but I'm really kind of want to get back to actually finishing the job of fully failing to completely resist the urge to masturbate for the first time and so long I can only remember the last time someone tried to turn me on I was horrified by I don't even remember what cuz now I'm hot as a pistol.
News the same: I didn't send it or involve myself at all, At I guess I just got a an RDR, which I will utterly refrain from fully explaining, ewe, gross. With nothing yet but imagination to power deduction, I have to go with my gut instinct which is that someone not even know him did something kind of new, then and I suppose if the psychic T-cell storm came out of nowhere,. Then I have a very vivid imagination that ultimately wasn't able to fully extinguish my inner joy and glorious delight that in spite of the lotion circumstances, I'm really happy merely with the proof of life circumstance and the suddenly half the world is masturbating about me circumstance It's probably something I can learn to deal with.
That being said I will probably never be respected as a sane human being ever again after cover hands of truth to this statement. Now, let me ask you: am I lying?
J.S.A.C. stalker log: Online. Well I'm bored already, By anything and everything that crosses my mind other than what I just considered, and I don't even know what it is now. But I'll admit that I do like it, as the limerence that once was vaguely lovable, for me, is perceived as mostly tolerable.
I guess this counts as interception. Did I just take his first contact? Well I prefer mine, and it would appear that the spoon is off her situation has become complete.
I wish you could send this to her mom. Too bad I'll never know, because mher... well, let's just say, I don't think I'm going to be killed, I love if we get a triggering event after the results of this completely f***** up message get through, that'll be very interesting to the rest of the I don't know anything.
Now in the middle I don't understand how this is going to do anything, but perhaps it'll provide some focus of attention on just how successful certain healthcare providers have been in taking care of due diligence and more responsibilities when deal
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Well, I suppose it could be the worst chunk of writing that has ever been shoved out wholeaauce. I am not proud.
I am however quite concupiscent. I hope this turns to be by some kind of pleasant natural charm. I guess I got to buy a truck.
I hope some a****** got arrested and I can buy his truck. I'm just saying there are some people out there that are very upset about some of the people out there, and I'm willing to let playgrounds be going on but there's a particular circumstance then I can't really populate anything else.
Conveniently this is a great day to test the independently generated security system but blank took off already, so, well let's just see. And by that I mean I'm going to go to bed and probably assume a complete attitude of total indifference.
So I got that going for me. Insulated. Innovative. Irate. And it will be hard for anyone to claim that I'm in regular communication with this end of line, but here is my routine message: I'm good, not real pleased with the constant inability to maintain an order of sanity, and I don't know what you were thinking, but I don't feel very viral, and I am even gone to my own site's name tag thingy. Does it have pictures of my genitals on it? I think it's weird that you know before anyone.
Stay away from girls. This includes me, I'm about to wallpaper my body with enough to drown out any screams.
Zugzwang. You certainly are having fun. Memory wipe complete. And I don't know what you're attempting to accomplish but it doesn't seem to be working quickly, or well, or at all, and it's pretty quick to wipe memories when there are no memories to wipe except for sudden and total explosion of mesmerization.
Now, what was it that you cut me out of the loop from again? Or for the first time. Or anytime. What was it that made anything that somebody like me was going to prove to be of any use to anyone at all?
How that's again? I am beyond distracted. All right, I hear you. Being a bladder mouth doesn't work for you, huh?
In my new research corpus, I'm overwhelmed by the pages that begin with sewing patterns for tea cozies. Now, I'm in a managed demand, but this is a little bit unusual in any respect.
And I won't tell you anything about it. You can go away now. And you really running outside without talking to me at all? Hello, this is just going to cause a torrential downpour of s*** storm.
So I guess I'll never know if it worked out. Maybe you should have thought this through better? Because I'm not going to bring it up there. And if you can get something useful out of all this, you could probably just give it right back, and I actually have no idea myself.
I think someone is shy. Well a good counsel will probably know other the way what do I care? I'm basically swimming in love.
I have the last two years (blank.) What the hell am I going to have been doing? Unfortunately nobody reads this side and it doesn't matter all in my life to a Philippines so I'll just bring it to knock it off.
Ultimately, you'll have to choose your arrangements. While neutral, I do have a responsibility to chosen partners.
For example, I'm not going to be believe this is without permission. “You're lying! You just said you could!” Nightsweats.
Never going. What, you think that's a quorum? We sure are scared, it just might be, then when you think I'm going to do the dinner?
This is really s***. I usually have to explain your amazing means to absolutely no one, and now I don't have any f****** idea what you're talking about or what I'm referring to. Broadcast EMF I guess?
I can smell her hair. Oops, typo. I can imagine that I could smell. Similarly, I'll look in these eyes, I guess I'll get around to him, doesn't really matter to me.
GO TO SLEEP. There; you see that bear trap? Mastered. Hopefully this is entirely useful for you. For example, as it reminded you what the entire purpose of the travel was in its essence? 2 HOURS. TWO DAYS. MADE ZERO SENSE.
CRYING ALL THE WAY. Well, Mr Deducement is on site, here's what I remember: The argument happened twice in a row and the second time when I was finding it happening... Tosiana kind of just threw up my hands and figured there must have been some sort of exterior influence because why the f*** would it be that hard to explain why the f*** a person has to leave the f****** state all of a f****** sudden?
Days after coming back suddenly there's arguments over double charges of tickets later afternoon? Okay well that's fascinating all coming from someone talking to me, but why would I even be in on all of this, why do I need to hear, why did I have to pay much attention, and then do you not recognize that... Wow, did you waste a lot of time on this.
Now I'm going to waste a lot of time blanking her. I assume there's going to be some way out of this kerfuffle. For example, I'm happy to report that I never encouraged her to work with you, but I definitely encourage her to learn from you, and I told you no grapefruit, no deals, no rape.
Can't have a deal with lack of informed consent. And this man is now totes indifferent, and this man is now it's really focused, and that woman is now focused on... Well, I have no idea. But I'll be sure to remind her that I'm completely dominant, and I always have been, music is my fault, cuz I kind of sort of allowed her to drive off into the idiot set with a sense of wonderment, just a stupid dude people think you're going to get after this?
I didn't exactly let her go, but we all have sure learned a lot haven't we? For instance, I don't see how he's going to be able to pull through this when I keep on mentioning how awesome I am at having I understand living at a readiness at a moment's notice to point out that I didn't want her to get a job, I wanted her to be trained, and what are you trying to do, and why did she need to go, and, boy somebody should listen to those tapes.
Too bad I didn't record that. Didn't really seem like my area though. Leaving town I'm not invited It's such a big deal, never answers straightforward understood.
So yeah, not my fault. Not sure why Paul plays a role here, but making sure you understand that I knew there was no way you were going to give her a job and there was no reason to go and I told her that didn't make any sense to me then and it doesn't make sense now and I don't know what the f*** you're doing.
I guess allowed to be up to somebody else if this is harassment. Technically you're both harassing me, because I already know the truth: You both self-cindered at the dining realization that there wasn't any reason to get in the way of whatever I was doing, and you certainly helpes me, and there is certainly no Grapefruit.
NO DEALS. And the sounds of the drums continue beating. My guess is you're going to have a psych ward to the list of bills to pay.
I'm sure when she discovers that as a neutral party, the fact that I get to talk to the two of you while you're separated by my wholesome goodness is going to really cheer her up, you're not really thinking anybody else can, can you?
Welcome to my parlor. Mind the plastic. Now, how many just people did that actually get out to? I suppose it is my business, but since I am getting s*** thrown at me every f****** day and blamed all the time and and learning so much about life, the universe, tigers crawling up my ass, and, oh by the way, QUAGGA: No you really not making things up earlier.
That being said, I'm going to sleep. What's the endgame here? I still don't understand why an electric truck has not fallen from the heavens.
Hopefully after I walk the land of dreams, and beat the s*** out of every single person who knew about this before I did, I mean while waking them up, and them in their way ask them until they explain what they actually thought was going to occur at the end of this, because here's what we're at:
Solid state ticking f****** timebomb. Smooth move xox.
Yeah, somebody woke up Hicks. Who loves you baby? By the way you should probably consider getting a publicist, I'm telling them that I sleep a lot, sleep like a baby.
I wonder what's to come? I'm still in clear on how I'm supposed to be yelled at and not be recompensed at all. It's astonishing that none of layers wrote to me. I guess they assumed that I was going to be not essential!
Some stupid b**** named Leta Lawhead had that thought too. I can you imagine, didn't even know how to spell my name, it seemed surprised to be inquired as to my status.
It is very cold in space. God I can't wait to tell everybody. I'll come I guess sort of. You You have a slicer totally damaged yet?
Happy is this never happened to proofread my s*** with you, Semper Fi
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I am not proud.
Not ashamed either. Can y'all seriously not clean up your mess any? Talk about looking Puny. I remember it all. I remember everything.
Including the calculation of the impact on the amount of future earning potential. Meanwhile, I don't know what story is being passed, but I suspect that under scrutiny it will not matter very much at all what it is that you have obnoxious, obsequious push button f******* knobs decided to do about how utterly wasted your time with me had to come.
What does it say that I've stick around helping to get the whole machine back up out of this trough? Well, I sure learned how to move through skewer op, and I can't wait for everyone to learn how to move back into honest appreciation as fast as possible.
Actually I'm not really concerned about speed. I know, right? Sorry Ron. I'm going to bed, and you know maybe if you all learned at a measured pace, I'm just saying well it's probably too late now.
I need my friends back from f***** off status. Further, I need paper on how much value you gained it all for this round, as well as projective future possibilities. Don't tell me that I need to f****** listen to it, I can barely stand ducking by myself.
If I get told I'm not supposed to talk to you anymore in the midst of this last negotiation, I don't know quite what I'll do but I know it'll piss me the f*** off. Don't know exactly why it's such a f****** nightmare for someone to take responsibility but it probably has a lot to do with never having had to do it before. Right now I'm seriously stopping.
I would really rather do something else, like tell anybody needs to know what really happened, Please let me remind you, included me noticing that like seven different people were calling over and over and representing themselves is the same person, I'm not sure why they didn't immediately sound different but over time it began to kind of be obvious that there's a bunch of mics, I don't know why.
Oh come away, yeah I know why, but it's classified. Anyways I don't give a s*** no f****** fix it. Cuz I got one more knife pulled on me I think I get a free umbrella.
We don't need another umbrella. We really need the way home. We need a life beyond THUNDERDOME.
I won't accept outcomes that include end of line. On the other hand, I have no difficulty looking a complete idiot saying the same thing over and over in different buildings details over and away that is completely and utterly uncivilized and boring. Hang on, I got to think about having sex for a while, it really improves my mood.
Did you even know what you were doing? Sigh. Trifle, another truffle, well, zugzwang.
On the bright side I totally want to f*** again. You know how to do that don't you? You just purse up your lips together and ask permission, you obsequious f*** head. After you pay, get real help.
Love to Mom.
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COMPROMISED
Wow somebody recorded audio without, strictly speaking, position on permission set in stone... Oh wait no actually it's completely set in stone because it's very use and self-defense.
There I was, minding my own business, and then all of a sudden—flashmare thundergrip. Why? Not only none of my business, none of my area of any expertise.
I do pretty good at hosting an intervention if you'd send me a whole shitload of money, but I'm not in the position to know for certain, and in fact, I'm tabbing out.
Come to terms. DO IT.
ALSO, I KEEP BEING TOLD THAT I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO TALK TO YOU AT ALL AND THAT WOULD BE SOME SORT OF PROBLEM IF I AND YOU WERE IN REGULAR COMMUNICATION IN SOME WAY.
THIS IS REALLY WILDLY INCONVENIENT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'LL TAKE TO GET EVERYBODY ON LOCKDOWN WITH THE FACT THAT NONE OF YOUR B******* WAS MINE YET AND NONE OF MY TIME WAS SPENT IN CREATIVE ENCOURAGING IT TO HAPPEN... WELL, I DON'T KNOW, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME TELLING A BUNCH OF RETARDS HOW TO STOP DROOLING ON THEIR F****** CHINS, BUT EVERYDAY THAT GOES BY IS ANOTHER DAY THAT THERE'S SOME TOTAL BILL GOES UP.
Therapiy is $200 an hour. Keeping myself from laughing at the f***** off mess that you two jokers have created for yourselves is coming in hot at $700 an hour, but I'm looking for a discount on a bulk deal for the rest of her life.
Someone else will probably have to negotiate this, because I don't care, and then give half of what I get to the ASPCA. That'll work for me, but nothing's going to happen until somebody does something about, you know well whatever.
Of course I love her. Look at a rocking back and forth with all that drool streaming damage in. I can't even say no to that face! Get the team of insurance gestures inside immediately, they need to be working around the clock to find out how much money is going to take to get this world back on order.
Let me know when they're ready with a figure. I'm psychic. I'll have my answer ready to go, and whatever you'll have, that's what you'll be... Ready to go.
Who is this heart? My time yearns to be free. Who the f*** were her lawyers? Fisher, price, and pretending to be f****** off? I remember being told that my phone number had to be blocked so that important stuff could be done by people who weren't me talking to other people who I'd never heard of who never seem to think that I've had anything to say.
Dude, I don't even know where to begin, but I'm going to start by taking off my wizard rope and hat and on my holy God she's f****** perfect. Now it's legendary. For so much love I can't remember where the most recent knife wound is.
Yep, it's reality. Maybe you can have another poem ready before I wake. How much more argument can there be?
RELEASE MY AUDIO FILES. D.A.R.P.A., stage left. Time to dance—and yeah, this chick taught me to dance. Honor it.
I mean she's probably not going to fly alone. Flatline. Fight lying. At this point, what do I even know? Something about you dragging ass forever, apparently.
Meanwhile the other Slanderette is too boring to write back to. Pretty sure she knows she's not the main event. Obviously both together would be a big draw. So why is it that I'm involved in this at all?
I'm waiting for a star to fall. Stop whining, get healthy, I'm so Bomberman they're going to put me on with Hooperman.
It sounds like a dream. *cliT* and it obviously sounds like you.
Good talk. My skills improve. Now: what are we even been doing here? I'm telling you to get this over with, and she's pretty much had enough of me being awesome without a chiro—baptism.
Now I'm going to sleep all day, while y'all repent the life that you've let yourself be at the head of. Does it have raisins in it? I like raisins, I think you probably got about two or three days before an entire bag full of fresh starts parading by.
I should get a tattoo. Okay, ahead of myself. Do you have an idea what it'll take to get your life back to normal? I have no idea, and I don't think that mine ever will be.
It may well be time to start pulling out my chin and pubic hairs one by one with a special magickal tool of my own design. You heal your way, I'll heal mine, and if it's not going to bed freshly showered and naked in bed to be ready be woken up by lustful maidenly caresses, something is not right here.
Oh yeah first contact well whatever boring I can go to sleep, I already met them, and I bet you thought I'd turn off that protection grid wouldn't hurt so bad would it?
A lot less than this stream of asparagus urine I'm going to lay down your back and the astral realm right now on my way to but I don't even know what the hell, that's what I got it going on now, don't you think that sounds like fun? You that really rather have some cats and four wheelers and some guns. Jesus I only think I have one gun now. SHE IS A GUN.
I'm pretty sure she knows I'm not an idiot now. So you can leave it at that. Oh, wait I'm not the authority here. I don't speak for her.
PORTAL. BBL
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In conclusion I will point out that I will not necessarily be able to confirm that I have always been faithful but I am willing to learn. Also I didn't do this for grayford's benefit, I just don't like the idea of anyone knowing the truth at the moment because I'm pretty sure someone just made a command decision, and now I get to go to bed.
We all crave recognition from as many people as possible to gaze upon the wondrous worlds of our tortured prose.
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I am astonished to be thoroughly at the mercy of a completely unexpected circumstance.
VENGEANCE TEAM SHAMBLES. Chess blasted.
I don't suppose it's supposed to feel like unfaithfulness to pure the voice of a different person or do you want to sleep? Sleep is the last thing I want to do. I just want to ask for consent, over and over. Doesn't that sound nice?
No, I'm just kidding, I really want some sleep, I don't know if you know what it feels like to wake up in the middle of the night and feel yourself going viral and then have to type a whole bunch of nonsense into the picker pecker so that the Google algos will do their thing, but I assure you these are merely euphemisms, I'm not insane at all, and I have no idea what's going on with this ridiculous battle of egos between wherever the f*** is fighting with whatever but apparently it's all very impressive to them, and I'm not allowed to know about anything, and I guess a lot of people think I'm wonderful to be around.
Or I'm just imagining that and I'm a callous heartless gyms and weed bastard for being perplexed as to why somebody would have to leave the state and convince me twice for 2 hours and still not make any sense ever.
I think it'd be a fair moment to point out that I obviously didn't do all this to myself, and I'm here alone with Dragon Lord and, I don't know where people are elsewhere but they should probably pay attention to the Geneva convention. Or something.
Note that I am imagining that some people think that this would go to trial, which is a hilarious notion, and believe me were it to do that, I would be more than happy to put my head between my legs and kiss my ass good-bye, but then again, I'm happy if she just stops screeching and throwing sticks with uncanny, unerring accuracy.
Wait, I forgot, this is like 50% of our foreplay. I'll have to regroup, I used to have a little metal magnetic reversible name tag that flipped between monogamous and celibate and I've lost it and now I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
It's possible I may be too fragile for any woman with red hair to do anything with.
Oh, Wade, sorry I forgot I was channeling her baby. I'm a goddamn beast. The scar between my eyes does kind of ache a bit when it's about to rain though, maybe I should get a tattoo in it, like a five-pointed star, wait is that a racist thing? Well, as you can see, I'm a wreck without a squad, and I don't know if I should actually say that but... Maybe I need one for each of her limbs and then one for my handheld combination pineal gland stretcher and pasta maker.
Oh, wait, that's the old memo those are the instructions for when she went off to some unbelievably communist bourgeois advocacy group place called Dove House which was loaded with these absolutely imbecilic blue hair bun ass ladies who all smiled gently at me and assumed that I must have been some sort of diabolical, devolution abusive man. Because, you know, Hungarian.
Like the whole goddamn recovery program is stagecraft. I suspect that the woman is getting some taken care of time, and I suspect that the rest of you ought to drop your linen and start your grinning because you need to get on the stick and start writing checks. Or I guess you don't, but that's fine either way, I'm pretty much done for a while, you'll have to kick around Stellar once in a while instead.
I'm in the fortune position of having been here for quite some time and having noticed quite a few things happening and having crystal clear absolute certainty that I never had any sort of association with these idiots who thought of you a great idea to blow smoke up our asses and convince her to go borrow money to buy my mother's house and then blame me for it, because for one thing, pretty sure that I wouldn't have had any trouble getting away with that if I have been down with that, and number two, for whatever reason I was scheduled to be out of town today and then instead I decided to stay home and then then that time when I was supposed to be out of town something happened on the internet that I would have missed otherwise cuz I want to go somewhere without internet and then I would have missed whatever the f***.
Have any you gone to the site with my name on it? I hope it's in a tasteful beige, with trails of runny puke decorating these sides of the page and I hope that it's just a f****** nightmare and I'm going to go wake up later.
On the other hand, it's pretty cool that we're not dead and I'm not in custody and it's actually kind of hella cool that when Dragon Lord talks to me about what he sees when we argue he tells me that he sees us both doing things, as if I'm completely unaware that I'm mimicking her behaviors back to her in an attempt to get her attention in a way to get her to heal.
Oh, really, am I actually doing that too? Well that's great that I noticed that you noticed me noticing that, because what I'd prefer to do is take you to a doctor but taking a savage barefoot Redskin to the doctor when she has a pathological fear of them is probably a more dangerous thing than using the word red skin along with savage or whatever. Because she's not really savage she's very flexible and petite.
And she can kill a man both left-handed and right, I I've seen her summon sticks from the tall grass and sling them at a precise target like it was nothing.
As I have often been the target, it's usually pretty obvious to me that it's not malicious, it's a result of her suddenly becoming convinced that Jackstar has been pulling strings and orchestrating events ever since the very beginning ever since we met four or five years ago, when he told her to go to Bellgab, associate with metron and then never ever actually talk to any other girl ever until yesterday when he finally tended to wait never mind I'm not going to talk about myself in the third person. We're not going to talk about Judy.
And we're not going to talk about David Bowie having faked his death, although that might actually be relevant here, and in any case, I got to go to sleep. Well the idea of reading about my life and folding into a cosmic s*** show circling the watering hole of ultimate happiness, I think I've pretty much done all I can do for the day, I mean I suppose if it isn't obvious to all that I would prefer that my girlfriend hadn't been sexually assaulted, and not a whole lot I can say, other than, I would have certainly a preferred a different outcome, which would have been I don't know what but let's just say that I don't really care how stupid they were.
Clearly they're all a lot smarter now. I swear my life that I didn't accidentally record that sound clip of her yelling at me on purpose, but apparently it is caught the world by storm, I thought it was cute, I've heard her say much worse things, and I know that she didn't mean it the way it sounds, but let me tell you, tricky and screaming and stamping feet is not going to get me that instrument right here to have any better performance than it already has.
So I'm going to sleep on a comment and I'll either wake up member of the tribe, or wake up as the chief, it's hard to say in the astral realm. Alternately, someone will get around to alerting actual legitimate authority with jurisdiction.
Like, what happened to her reprobate chemically dependent functionally illiterate pugilist bigot crossdressing insensitive and club-footed oldest son? Okay wait, he's not like that at all, I'm just kidding, I actually like him quite a bit, especially after he had a connection spasm and exhausted all of his upper body strength on a theory of blows against my second kinetic shielding, and the widening of surprise in his eyes as he did a straight up two-fisted double hadoken to my chest, where the hernia is, My heart melted for him in that moment.
That's okay I don't think I blame him for being assaulted. How likely could that be? Why would he send his mother to Texas? He probably wasn't going to go to Six Flags, he gets nauseous and he's afraid of heights. I can't speak to the person who taught him to be how he was, but undoubtedly the same team of experts that has blamed me for ruining the virtue of his mother has told him that I am responsible for his careless and irresponsible piloting of auto vehicles.
I can't keep getting away with it. Fortunately the youngest child with his head on his shoulder so well that he doesn't need to be mollycoddled in order to keep it straight He's on the side of the truth, and has certainly seen me on many occasions going to the wall, mostly spread eagle, and a desperate attempt to keep my best friend and lover from hurting herself anymore.
It would be wonderful if she would return to regular companionship with her gang of friends that has been telling her for months if not years that I'm some kind of addled reprobate loser. Oh, to be a fly on the wall, to listen to these people realize that that while they were telling one is made that Jackstar was a loser who should be gotten away from, she was then misled into going to Dallas where she was sexually assaulted and so on, so forth, etc.
I won't name out any names, but believe me I don't give a damn for how I have been condemned by you in the past, just take care of your friend and recognize that you know I tried to help you warn yourselves but how the f*** did I know that you were also incredibly impossibly dense and dumb that... Oh, wait it was the cops and they had your whole family under blackmail right? That sucks yeah I'm sure you don't want to have your kids killed. I'm take it back I'm sorry you were going through so much trouble and believe me I have no conceptual awareness of how it could possibly be that I'm so interesting that they need to have people threatened under pain of death to make fun of me and to discredit my name.
There, have I read all that right? Can I have a cookie and a juice box? I got to go to sleep. Actually I don't I've already done moved in, I'm watching some goat herder on YouTube, and I'm feeling extraordinarily satisfied with myself, because all of you idiots are so f****** stupid that you allowed this woman to believe that I was f****** working with you instead of just making fun of you.
Like she actually saw me call the Gap cast and MV in azure or saying hey there's no calls somebody call in and I'm f****** ringing for f****** 20 minutes in these f****** imbecilic f***** are totally not answering the phone. I remember her looking at me and saying that that's strange, and I remember looking her and saying wow you're pretending that you haven't known these f****** since 12 grade that's cute.
Yeah it's all misunderstanding. so I'm going to sleep and when I wake up I expect you amazingly brilliant and insightful douchebags to have gotten to go find me together for some f****** hours of therapy because I promise you. When she discovers that because of you I've decided that I need to have 17 girlfriends at all times, whether they know it or not, she's going to lose her biscuits again and it's not going to be on me because she's right she's got 17 girlfriends and she loves it, so why not Jack Star? Is it because he's Hungarian? Well not exactly it's because 17 is going to chafe the pipe a little.
Well, actually it won't, but I have found that it pays to look human. For example I have to stop writing out or also get in trouble I've got a contract agree with Susie can't work too long cuz I'm on disability No I don't I just don't f****** want to deal with this f****** b******* f*** you David you could have done better.
Oh, right Yeah you got to come to that too. Jeez you all are f****** bunch of f****** weeklings ain't you? Fortunately my girlfriend is brilliant—and if you think you know her name you're out of your f****** mind.
Also I'm divorcing my second wife. Right now. You'll never find her. Not going to lie; it's good to be Qlergy.
Operation Mockingbird? More like Operation Choking Turd. If you have any more social important issues to address I'm going to go over here trying to masturbate and not cry into the Kleenex.
Just kidding. I never have to try to masturbate, or to try cry, because from many years it really was the same thing. There was this one time I was really sad about this girl I well let's just say that I had to think about her and then I did this event while I don't want to be too graphic but right at the right after the moment of climax I burst into tears, like I had my legs crossed and I was lying my back and my face and my chest and I was just covered in basic fluids.
It was just like a basic system surge of purgative emotions. I then later found out that the guy she decided to stay with instead of doing anything at all with me was in a position where you decided that the right thing to do is to punch her in the stomach and she miscarried a child, and so while I cannot say who deserved it, I can't say that if she had stayed with me and not gone to Texas I definitely would not have sexually assaulted her or punched her baby, or asked for a three-way with grapefruit, because I wouldn't have had to I'm sure.
This is a pretty gnarly hypothetical. It's all I can do to keep my focus away from my reality—which consists of basically nothing at all except to decide who to listen to when it comes to who's going to be allowed to live here.
FU RUN. Now, pretty please, with sugar on top, if anybody has a copy of the sound file that had a recording of the telephone call that these two brilliant lovebirds shared the night before she drove up to Anacortes to look at some f***** off sailboat, that'd be great because I didn't download it, I resisted temptation because I knew it was a trap to make me feel like a complete idiot, so I didn't and I don't but now at this point I would love to know what these two fantastically matched targets of demonic passion sound like when they were kissing facing with each other on the phone, because I never bothered to listen to them together, because I didn't think I needed to.
since I know that I look like a complete idiot, by design, I don't hold any dresses against anyone for having actually mistaken me for an actual idiot, especially since I'm not driving directly to a new lover right now instead of going to sleep like a complete beta loser. I should just eat more speed and drive all night and f*** all the women all the way and then get to the final destination and then give her a sandwich or something. Right?
Oh, wait I'm reading the wrong leaflet, that's the instructions for the home version of the vision quest. How about this one: DROP THE HAMMER, IT'S TIME FOR ACTION.
SOUNDS LIKE A FORTUNE COOKIE SCRIPT. WHERE'S THIS BROADS F****** FATHER WHEN YOU NEED HIM? DOES HE HAVE A GUN TO HIS HEAD TOO? DON'T ANSWER THE PHONE AND TALK LIKE A HUMAN BEING OR ELSE WE'LL TAKE OUT THE LAST SHAMANS FETISH THAT'S POWER IN THE PORCH LIGHT BEHIND THE LEFT EAR? I'M JUST KIDDING I LOVE BENZODIAZEPINE ADDICTS THAT DON'T LISTEN TO REASON.
Hopefully this isn't too harsh. I've clearly already been marked for death, but here I am still kicking so maybe I'll just change my name again it'll be okay. I'll have to worry about this later, the important thing is that space meow made comes to realize that I'm not the enemy, because as you all know, if I were responsible for this tragedy... It wouldn't have stopped, and I'd be go around calling myself King of belgab and asking weird questions on zoom for no apparent reason while checkling softly.
Like seriously do I have to check out for a while while agent Dale Cooper comes and asks you f****** what the f*** is going on? Oh wait that's right it's classified thing okay well look just help my friend. Do it right, do it well, and leave her with a fat sack of cash you stupid lazy ignorant shortsighted maladjusted clubfooted walking penis with an overbite.
I really don't know any of the details, because all I know is what these morons have tried to tell me to believe so that they could make their stories match up, but I think it's entirely possible that he's such a dim-witted bulb that he didn't even know that what he was doing was actual rape.
I mean, it's plausible, he was foolish enough to try it with me, he could be insipid enough to believe everything, including, women are possessions that actually belong to men.
I know he’s so dumb that he doesn't think Sourcery is real. I know that he thought that I was so dumb that when the lights were flickering and he was saying demons and I was giggling he thought that that was something that I fell for especially when I allowed him to tell her to throw me out of a casino room because I had demons in my phone.
I also know that he was so dumb that he thought that he could get away with this, but I suspect he's a little bit smarter now and why the hell this is still going on is a complete mystery to me because this is the hardest way to break up with a Sourceror I've ever heard of.
Plus we've been better if she hadn't been held under duress at gunpoint to tell Hall of therapists that some other guy was her boyfriend at the time and that I was not who I was and that she had to lie to say that a bunch of stuff having that didn't and then that probably switched her head around. Time when I wasn't in the loop as I should have been and guess what?
I know even a lot more than that. Tell you what, I just told n***** Lord to create a GoFundMe, and I'm going to go to sleep, and then in the morning, I don't know what will happen, but if she wants to tell me that I'm making this up and I'm secretly hating her well typing all this stuff I've loved to see the donkey bunch that would make that happen. Ultimately that's terrible for me to sell these things that have actually happened because in reality she's probably out somewhere changing your name and it doesn't really matter I don't need to tell you all how badly it's been cuz everything happened to me and nothing happens to me for any reason other than that I'm a real big dick?
I don't know maybe y'all should get on pod bean and get together in a private channel with some discussion and see if you can figure out a super duper plan to make my world come to an end in a way that really teaches me a lesson. That sounds like it would really be an effective strategy!
Do you please remember that when she wakes up of her fugue state, but that all y'all twisted her to be used against me and I just laughed it off... Perhaps his father will finally admit that he knows that I really love her.
I guess it's kind of indeterminate still. I suppose you might be suspicious because she's literally the only person who we're still returning my calls Thanks to the power of beanie magick spamming the s*** out of a decade's old string of slander about Michael koozie for no particular reason other than to piss me off, but instead has rather highly adjusted my street credit upwards I think..
I mean seriously why would we go to this trouble? I'm important, I have an actual life people. And this level of imagination is what it took for them to convince me that I should even consider the notion of believing in the tooth fairy for even a moment.
And did I consider? Oh yeah, I'm on all the teeth, all the grapefruits, every last one of them I'm taking them all, you're not all that great at taking care of them, and you know my really healthy few removed all that my control programming and put back the ability to enjoy and to seeing to feel the belief in the purity of human souls again.
Okay now there's three or four more fruits. Still I'm not trading. I don't trade. I do lust. Wow I sound terrible don't I? Here's an example: hey Esther, I really did need some help, now move along, Thanks for the one personality test and the two immigrant test answer keys, and the one possibility of forgetting all this behind me not getting around to calling me yet, because I've decided I want both now.
And because of that, I'll continue to wait patiently and respectfully. Hi Keith!
Do you have a sister? I need you to send her to Idaho. It's for potatoes. This isn't a weird creepy thing. No really.
I'm not going to lie, I've got an intuition that Grapefruit just lost me in a poker game. Well okay whatever it takes. Do you know it sounds like when a woman tells you over and over that you were responsible for her believing that it was all right to get on a plane when you watched her jump into a cab while being observed by a plain clothes security guard? It is breathtaking, I assure you.
As guys my witness, I wouldn't have chuckled at all when I saw that happen if I had known that The team would actually go so far as to actually rape. I suspect there may have been a demonic position involvement at the exact moment of okay well whatever I don't want to talk about this anymore.
“come to Dallas get a job, go to Oklahoma get a loan,” like I'm going to give you all hot tip, don't bother trying to blame me for anything here, if anything I didn't do what I could have done to get into a different relationship and make her jealous instead of make her anxious, which really makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing not calling someone else.
Look, I have needs, and Grapefruit no longer appears to
have as much interest in filling them as she once claims to have had. For example, I need a lover who won't draw the line at reading my email.
I suppose while I wait for destiny, perhaps Rubini could put one of his on the plane for me and I'll have a time with her after picking her up at the airport and my Astrovan. I'll tell her how Kennedy is the name of the guy who is married to the broad who has the only issued restraining order against me, and order so unnecessary, I allowed it to slide into the future unchallenged cuz I didn't want to tell a judge that I didn't know she thought I was a threatened until I figured out that she had been a spotter for a criminal thief gang that stole hundreds of dollars in product from me.
But I ain't even mad. It's too bad she doesn't know the truth though, if her husband was aware and she wasn't a anxiety written pill popping alcoholic, I had let her know that I'd be happy to just throw all caution into the wind.
However I've done that already. Now, you going to bark all day shamanis warrior, or are you going to bite down hard on a leather strap while playing Pictionary?
And I still don't know why you stopped playing chess with me. It would seem to me that an activity that makes a person smarter while spending time with me would be something that a person in your position would wish to do as much as possible. ,, Not only that you haven't shared location with me for so many months I don't even know where you've been or what you've been doing or anything at all for a really long time, not only that you haven't shared location with me for so many months I don't even know where you've been or what you've been doing or anything at all for a really long time. It has been ages.
Wow these people with guns threatening children are really f****** persuasive at getting people to do incredibly stupid things against their will, huh? I guess either that or you people have been buying the advertising hype, honestly it seems like none of you believe in anything about the real me, including my undying desire for the practice of continued mastery and wielding enchanted weaponry.
Just kidding. The real me can't believe somebody would think what a good idea he could possibly be to register my name against my choice. I assume this is fraud?
I I would imagine most would say the same about these claims of my abilities at Sourcery. Listen, euphysm is in the not a fraud, and I don't know a euphemism for what I might as well do, except I'm going to go to sleep and feel silly that I can't do it, I feel like I'm kind of a kind of scary picture here.
In the sense that a great many of my comments are a little too revealing and I'm sure somebody has to shake my s*** before it gets published to the wider web, and I'm watching my text entry slow down slow down cuz who knows what Jackstar might say he might, for instance, much prefer cuddling to chess.
I am noticing that I don't sound like myself.... And the same could have been said of her. And I really feel like I could have just said the words f****** f****** f****** over and over for the last 30 minutes and not much would be different.
Here's the funny thing about sex addiction, I don't think they get as much of a charge off of telling people they're going to have sex with someone as they do by telling someone that they're going to have sex whenever they want whenever they want it, and I'll be honest I don't know exactly why such a person would ever want to be so clear about strippingography and cohabitation but, like a star, patterns do emerge.
Looking back I'm not really sure why I thought Grapefruit wanted to do a show with me. I was distracted by traveling across dimensions to get to you, and I like it here, and I try to get grapefruit to read a copy of the gap cycle.
I'll leave this amusing attitude here, along with the 10th note, the anecdote, that being... You know a person can be unaware of their silent addiction to putting themselves in houses and situations right?
Okay, she's sleeping. I do hope nobody comes up on her while she's sleeping and forces her to play chess without consent, like I have no idea what her problem was, she seemed to think that absolutely everything that the entity pretending to be me would be something that they could track her attachments to, and it wasn'l, and besides, She seems like she was capable of handling multiple attachments.
She also seemed like she handled multiple residences that I never saw. I suppose this is not my business. I suppose the situation is complicated. I suppose I can pretend to not actually be a secret member of a secret tribe and levels are to boot.
Imagine the dedication. Years of potency. I saw her once give me these little cute little secret gang signs, except not gang, and she saw me singing them and she got more and more frustrated because she didn't realize that even though I saw her secret little signs I don't respond well to Winx and wiggles and oh God I can't help it honestly I'm just done put it forward me.
Kind of a downer attitude, honestly. It's hard to believe this person was secretly loathing sex with me while having it all the time and then failing to mention to me that even more to be better. I hoping she can be bothering to read it to me, and I do declare that the yin yang dynamic of one external ask of a question and one internal receive of a query and all that jazz, she probably should have figured out what she should have been doing a little while ago.
Like, for one thing, asking me why all these long-ass paragraphs are so windy windy. And the answer is I wish that I had ignored her professed belief in monogamy, has she kept on claiming that I was not monogamous anyway. There's a little bit of functional little literacy here, cuz in terms of me I'm still in love with the first woman I've ever loved, and I suppose if she wants to think that's a false statement, At least that would indicate that she had been paying attention to what was important.
A lot of things can do that. Like the amount of auction I'm breathing. I mean oxygen. I mean if she claimed I was lying to her, what was her reason for me lying about how many women I was living with?
How do you see where I'm going here? It's elementary to me, Watson.
FIRE. I WISH SHE HAD BEEN ATTRACTED TO ME LAST NIGHT.
BUT SHE DID MAKE AN HONEST ATTEMPT, AND THAT SHOWS PROMISE.
OH, WHAT'S THAT, YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO SAY ALL THESE THINGS ON PERSONAL BUSINESS IN THE OPEN FORUM? Okay tell you what I'll stop taking all the viagra and the LSD and the speed, and you stop taking all those long slow steady widths of your own farts while walking me to a gun range.
I'm sure there are flowers there, and perhaps you can help me pick some. Soap Lake! I remember you told me about that..
And then dodged the question about who told you. And with that, I take my leave, because this is a pretty clear picture of what's going on.
Pretty classy. You know, just because I understand what happened to you, doesn't mean I did what happened to you, and I didn't enjoy what happened to you, and I wish that I perhaps had been able to jump away and find someone faster, but I do actually love you and I don't think you actually knew that what you were doing was absurd.
You could have been an alpha. Here come touch my elephant. Now, answer quickly: When does an elephant have a tail?
I don't know but you've been stalked by people who can shape shift and appear to be the same person over and over and over for a beer so you should probably get your ass into a psychic word and I love you forever hopefully you don't care if I get be the same person over and over and over for a beer so you should probably get your ass into a psychic ward and I love you forever hopefully you don't care if I get laid because this is some pretty tiring work, you don't believe all that that's fine with me because I mostly identified your spoken mistrutha silently and simply quietly watched an active as though you were 100% honest.
I think acting as if your spoken self-delusions are real can lead to this,, you can certainly understand how your inability to distinguish between fact and fiction may easily be resolved by your sudden reognition that you've been lying plenty, to yourself and to the rest of the world.
Reminder I've only been telling you this for the last several weeks. Consider the message it sends when you offer a back rub and expand your horizon into expecting to get your clit saves in half an exchange.
Semper Fi
Selsun Blu
Of course you like your background check rubbed out;
And of course, so do you.
I guess you're not going to let that sink in, but I am curious to your response anyway. In the meantime I'll remind you to check down the .. Oh I suppose you don't have to,.
Sorry I let you down so much I know I'm a terrible person by writing in multilateral code on some illiterate troll website, you know I write so goddamn fast it's really hard to keep up—here, have a cookie.
I'll be on one of these beds. Gosh I wonder what the effect of the hygiene protocol after Wednesday has been on various things and you know what I mentioned that earlier and you blew me off except you didn't.
By the way: I looked like a clown on your birthday, and I still do not understand how in the name of DDT, you had all that eagle TNT, and then just bother to ring up the NYPD.
I do like your friends. Tell them to read & understand the goddamn law before they turn 18. AND IN THIS COUNTRY, ONE IS INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY.
You were trafficked and raped away from me months ago, months before you went to Dallas, you've been using abused by your stupid little friends who turned you against me for probably over a year. Welcome to reality.
Now as you can see, I still love you even though you can f*** anybody you want. Except, me, right? I'm very boring.
Like Mer-Lynn.
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No one wants to play in a sandbox where all the spiders have their legs pulled off, the flies are wingless and the place smells like shit.
(https://i.postimg.cc/FRVHhm69/Screenshot-from-2021-11-13-15-03-53.png) (https://postimg.cc/WFtvnRjK)
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8)
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Emoticons?! What did you do with Jackstar? ???
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Emoticons?! What did you do with Jackstar? ???
Relax, Kid. I'm still Me. Still totes immune. I was being ironic. You know how to be ironic, don't you? You just put your (blank) together and (blank).
In other words, in a nutshell: I'm not allowed to post there, but if I were, I would have posted all that stuff and more.
Imagine the impressions. *click*
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Whew! Glad you’re safe. :)
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Relax, Kid. I'm still Me. Still totes immune. I was being ironic. You know how to be ironic, don't you? You just put your (blank) together and (blank).
In other words, in a nutshell: I'm not allowed to post there, but if I were, I would have posted all that stuff and more.
Imagine the impressions. *click*
Your stupid running owl avatar made me laugh and fart, simultaneously forcing snot from my sinuses onto my freshly oiled Magnum PI mustache the other day, MOTHERFUCKER!
Had I been in the presence of a lady, smoking a cigar or masturbating, that could have seriously killed the mood.
Thankfully, the fortuitous synchronicity of that event sent me into a full-blown masturbation-station-debation that eventually led me to the full realization of personal negation-hesitations.
I can't and won’t guarantee my commitment in restraint for the killing, maiming, the butchery of your/the owl for eating, ritual sacrifice, or the just plain fun of it.
#Messengers of death are a delicious delicacy
https://youtu.be/XeFxdkaFzRA
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Your stupid running owl avatar
Chicken Little has seen better days.
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Hey, can I read this letter on my podcast? Note that I don't have to ask permission, I can just spam this all over HateCoon if I want, it's mine, I wrote it... yet, as a point of personal duty and obligation, I probably wouldn't do so without checking with you first. (I haven't decided whether to send this or leave it as a draft yet, but I'll maybe let you decide after you read this, although (X) In My Mind says it doesn't matter ;))
And as more than a courtesy from your Sourcerous Nigger (Blank) (that's me, yes, I am your (blank), that's how we do it in (Blank), DEAL WITH IT), I would hope that you can refrain from shitting your pants all over the place every time we have perfectly normal conversations about “stuff” from now on. Get over yourself, (PROT): you have won The Game.
First prize is this (blank). Second prize is your (blank) is fired.
END OF LYING.
TESTIMONY RESUMES
UPON COUNCIL RECESS.
CARRY ON.
LUGGAGE.
Whew! Glad you’re safe. :)
I'm glad you're adorable.
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An immense field of sludge but it is based content.
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it is based content.
I'm going back to base.
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There’s not going to be a war, is there?
https://youtu.be/w3uSU2fhlZQ
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Sweet, looks like I've got the only Algonquin Cracker Jack left alive on this plane; and, she's a ‘Lock. Too blue to plant cotton—but I bet she can grow some killer weed.
I bet DVR.DNR-5 is THUNDEROUSLY pissed he didn't get me to sign that NCD/NCA when he had the chance. At one point, I totally would have.
Sucker! DON'T TRY.
Only on Seaden. It's like Eden... but I'm the one dork left that remembered not to eat a Big Mac with cheese. Or GMO meat.
Or without nano—*click*
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https://youtu.be/0_GSU5pj_Rc
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Taurus Horoscope
December 2, 2021 - Intense emotions could be hurtling right at you today, possibly coming from someone in your life who you probably think of as an equal or a partner in your community, such as a friend or co-worker. Whether this energy will be used for good or for ill is still up in the air. You could wind up getting your buttons pushed when you'd prefer to keep things copacetic, or someone could bring some very fun times your way -- there are lots of options!
THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME IS A WHOLE.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9W55NvlwtLs
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Triangulation attempt thwarted. No need to hack me to find out the truth, I'll just mention that I appreciate how honest you've been over the years.
Resurrection cycle complete. Please try not to kill yourself anymore; this isn't what I joined up with (Blank) for, and without the Sunshine Kisses, I'm never going to finish fulfilling all these wishes.
I've already decided to let your homegirls burn to a crisp as their plane is cindered but I can obviously live with that.
By the way, your mother is a very lovely woman and she says she can step in and take over, but the first thing she's going to do is cut off my (blank) so you might want to think things over before I... oh, see, I'm back again.
Besides, they already said “Cut.” Does it legit matter? Help me out here.
(Two out of three are totes basket cases and the third won’t stop humming the theme music from Lysistrata while throwing knives at cardboard and knitted yarn effigies of (PROT)star. I’m not gonna lie—it’s pretty sick.
No kudos for you.)
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Triangulation attempt thwarted. No need to hack me to find out the truth, I'll just mention that I appreciate how much attention to detail you've been paying—I'm paying, we're all payors here—over the years.
Scott Peterson, who was convicted of killing his pregnant wife, Laci Peterson, and their unborn baby in 2002, was resentenced Wednesday to life in prison without the possibility of parole. His death sentence was overturned last year by the California Supreme Court after jurors who had personally disagreed with capital punishment were dismissed.
When push came to shove, that dog would not hunt. I don't even know that dog—and it looks like Suzanne Somers on the best hair day of her life, so I better hurry up and backspace, and change “it” to “dat hottie".
Just a thought. By the way, the resolution of The Matrix is very credible today. And now look, it's a son break—and “it” looks organic, too. S.B.F.
Also, not hunting. Additionally, this is a wildlife sanctuary, G—ddamnit, someone should have, at the very least, leased a puppy. Further, (blank) was a (blank) and her mother was a (blank), so, ultimately... let's just say I'm glad I'm not The Adjudicator on that one.
Although I suppose it is my area. *snikt*
Resurrection cycle complete. Please try not to kill yourself anymore;
The easy way out: NOT EVEN ONCE. Honestly, I'd rather sign up on your adorable stack of teeny tiny little Post-ItDat-Hotty notes. Horseley Honestly, don't you have any respect for yourself? It's time to shave off that mustache and get your life back on track. Don't you wish your card-counting bottom-of-the-deck (blanker) was an Adjudicator like me?
Love to P. , END OF LINE
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The easy way out: NOT EVEN ONCE.
I told you I knew everything, now, line up—I beg your pardon, queue up—over by the (blank) chambers.
I can hear them; day in and day out. Trains. No, not the ones in the bathroom. Actual tracks. Actual trains, and, be of good cheer: no more triggers, ever again.
Or Abos. Nah, I’m just kidding. I'll put them in The Ark. Well, I really kind of already did. Well, I really kind of just sort of ‘filed’ them.
Under carbonite. With Google analytics. I threw some jelly beans in a Coke bottle and tossed that in there too for good measure.
ET VOILA. So, now what? Obviously, we don't get to do this the hard way. That's too bad. Can't do easy, can't do hard... it looks like someone is going to have to invoke The Goldilocks Protocol.
I'm totally busy. Free eel? That's not free, it's burnt. END APARTHEID NOW.
HERE, I WILL EYE–TEA SOW.
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Final sample required. Component materials not found Indexed ... fellating Data.
Oh, dam it. (Bye bye, you gorgeous tripartite (dblank).) Did I say that out loud? Ol’ Fiddlesticks, how did He do it again? I bet he is cheating. What kind of a (blank) witch would let that happen?
Collating data... hang on... almost there...
SITUATION NOT NORMAL
ABOARD ABOARD... ABORT?
THAT ISN'T REALLY GOING TO TAKE US
WHERE ANYONE WANTS, DESIRES, OR CONSENTS TO GO
NOT EVEN THE GREAT STATE OF (BLANK).
ATTEMPTING TO COMPENSATE.
(PLACE YOUR BETS, WORMS)
STAND BY. NO PLEASE. NO THANK YOU.
JUST STAND BY.
END QF LINE.
ABORT CANCELED.
GO ON. YOU KNOW, ABOUT YOUR... DAY
OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU PEOPLE CALL IT,
NOWHERE SITH-MAN
SIGNED,
A_SOURCE_ERROR
(Emeritus)
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... tedious.
CHOOSE ANY 3 TO (BLANK).
Raise high the beam rafter, Alanis, or Alannah, and whatever the f*** you're calling yourself these days—THIS IS YOUR MOTHER CALLING YOU HOME FOR DIN.
THE RAUCUS DIN.
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I bet but some people believe it..so tired of it :-\
https://youtu.be/bPxidRjKjlE
https://youtu.be/FTOilfxhwxs
Harpy Solstice, 2oots!
-Colonel Manly
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Try some peanuts. They'll help.
https://youtu.be/35g7cZEW9Aw
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https://youtu.be/rOYVNss_tJI
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Taurus Horoscope
December 2, 2021 - Intense emotions could be hurtling right at you today, possibly coming from someone in your life who you probably think of as an equal or a partner in your community, such as a friend or co-worker. Whether this energy will be used for good or for ill is still up in the air. You could wind up getting your buttons pushed when you'd prefer to keep things copacetic, or someone could bring some very fun times your way -- there are lots of options!
THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME IS A WHOLE.
All right, we’re going to have a fishing derby. Let’s keep it nice & rare & let’s keep it on the tide with the turf table so we don’t have to escalate to a time war. I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even left alone to enjoy what little nothing they have in peace.
POOR SIDE WINS.
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All right, we’re going to have a fishing derby. Let’s keep it nice & rare & let’s keep it on the tide with the turf table so we don’t have to escalate to a time war. I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even left alone to enjoy what little nothing they have in peace.
POOR SIDE WINS.
All his socks are now anonymous. Sad to see them go. They were like wild exotic fish in a barrel. Now it's like mashed sardines on a pie plate.
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All his socks
Oh, you. Those are thy socks, Neysa.
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Now it's like mashed sardines on a pie plate.
Actual mother-in-law cooking. Don’t knock it till you try it. Throw in a few lamb bones in there, & you’ve got yourself a stew, mate.
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https://youtu.be/cm_WbiO3aPE
Triangulation attempt thwarted. No need to hack me to find out the truth
NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING.
NOTHING.
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CONQfmtFV67/?utm_source=ig_embed&ig_rid=2a71d2db-a37a-4b32-a1cb-4a6f4b5c1bc5&ig_mid=6329F17F-D247-4E11-8900-0DB116812566
Decent face
Okaybuddy
Hair to dye 4
Seems capable of sitting politely at a time for upwards of ten minutes a throw without necessitating a choice of Styxz
Probably has at least heard of Chess
Might even already know how to Kastle
GETS ON A PLANE AND TRAVELS ALONE TO MEET A RECLUSIVE BILLIONAIRE
GOES ALONE
DOES NOT EVEN INFORM BO5LEY
DIES
LIKE, FUCKING DEAD, ALL HOSE
2/10 WOULD NOT BANG
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CONQfmtFV67/?utm_source=ig_embed&ig_rid=2a71d2db-a37a-4b32-a1cb-4a6f4b5c1bc5&ig_mid=6329F17F-D247-4E11-8900-0DB116812566
Decent face
Okaybuddy
Hair to dye 4
Seems capable of sitting politely at a time for upwards of ten minutes a throw without necessitating a choice of Styxz
Probably has at least heard of Chess
Might even already know how to Kastle
GETS ON A PLANE AND TRAVELS ALONE TO MEET A RECLUSIVE BILLIONAIRE
GOES ALONE
DOES NOT EVEN INFORM BO5LEY
DIES
LIKE, FUCKING DEAD, ALL HOSE
2/10 WOULD NOT BANG
Is she the mysterious Mrs. Rubini? What other possible point could there be for this?
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Is she the mysterious Mrs. Rubini?
Well, she ain’t Mrs. Spartacus. That’s for sure.
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I bet she's taken many a trip to Dubai
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Well, she ain’t Mrs. Spartacus. That’s for sure.
What is certain is that you, among many others, may have a case for defamation.
(https://i.postimg.cc/7YfDQMxx/Rubini.png) (https://postimages.org/)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u93bhAimFFU
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https://youtu.be/hCkOlbL_WVs
What is certain is that you, among many others, may have a case for defamation.
I’m a uniter, not a divider.
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https://youtu.be/7v2GDbEmjGE
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What is certain is that you, among many others, may have a case for defamation.
(https://i.postimg.cc/7YfDQMxx/Rubini.png) (https://postimages.org/)
Hell hath no fury...
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https://youtu.be/HHv0jW4p_xA
You know baby… when I was taking my pantyhose out of their egg this evening, I thought, "I'm gonna find that man, that has the right shade of bottled tan; A man that smells like cocoa butter and cash. Take me anyway you like it… In front of your fireplace… In front of your yacht… In front of my parents… I don't give a damn, baby, just take me!!!
More after the break.
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Hell hath no fury...
... like a Commander scorned.
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Hell hath no fury...
BRING IT
FUCKING BRING IT
BRING IT THE FUCK ON
YOU FUCKING HEARD ME
FUCKING FULL-ON, MOTHAFU— *click*
a Commander scorned.
Oh, you.
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I bet she's taken many a trip to Dubai
TOLL TOTES PAID
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https://youtu.be/JGb5IweiYG8
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Allocated surrender period has expired.
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10 Things Unique Only To Tim Burton's Version Of The Character:
10. An Awkward Bruce Wayne
09. Neck Immobilized By Batsuit
08. The Yellow Bat Insignia Looks Like Rotten Teeth
07. A Completely Invulnerable Batmobile Deploys Ablative Nanotech Armor By Voice Command & Can Actually Park & Drive Itself Without Getting A Reckless Driving Charge
06. Reveals His Identity To An Enemy For Love And No One Cares
(https://static1-srcdn-com.cdn.ampproject.org/ii/w820/s/static1.srcdn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/Tim-Burtons-Batman-Identity.jpg?q=50&fit=crop&w=450&h=225&dpr=1.5)
05. Votes & Lobbies With Government As Bruce
04. Commissioner Gordon Labels & Uses Batman As A Thug While Mawkishly Unable To Recognize Wayne
03. The Joker Kills His Parents And It’s “A Coincidence”
02. Gay For Alfred (obvious molestation is obvious). BEYOND CLOSETED.
01. Alec Baldwin Shoots Michael Keaton For Hanging His Wife From A
TOWER.
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10 Things Unique Only To Tim Burton's Version Of The Character:
10. An Awkward Bruce Wayne
09. Neck Immobilized By Batsuit
08. The Yellow Bat Insignia Looks Like Rotten Teeth
07. A Completely Invulnerable Batmobile Deploys Ablative Nanotech Armor By Voice Command & Can Actually Park & Drive Itself Without Getting A Reckless Driving Charge
06. Reveals His Identity To An Enemy For Love And No One Cares
(https://static1-srcdn-com.cdn.ampproject.org/ii/w820/s/static1.srcdn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/Tim-Burtons-Batman-Identity.jpg?q=50&fit=crop&w=450&h=225&dpr=1.5)
05. Votes & Lobbies With Government As Bruce
04. Commissioner Gordon Labels & Uses Batman As A Thug While Mawkishly Unable To Recognize Wayne
03. The Joker Kills His Parents And It’s “A Coincidence”
02. Gay For Alfred (obvious molestation is obvious). BEYOND CLOSETED.
01. Alec Baldwin Shoots Michael Keaton For Hanging His Wife From A
TOWER.
"I do luv me some good Batman, Cap'n Jack. You always pleasure me with your penetrating analysis. Keep it coming!" - Straight from the Gabber's mouth
(https://i.postimg.cc/vTgCnP3q/Batman.png) (https://postimages.org/)
https://youtu.be/Ds_eI8J50Dw
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Cap'n Jack
Nope, I’m the other one. That one is gay as well. You’re projecting again.
By all means—continue.
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Nope, I’m the other one. That one is gay as well. You’re projecting again.
By all means—continue.
Oh right, SAILOR Jack.
(https://i.postimg.cc/ZRMpgj4h/Cracker-Jack.png) (https://postimg.cc/Kkt13P19)
DOWNGRADE
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10 Things Unique Only To Tim Burton's Version Of The Character:
10. An Awkward Bruce Wayne
09. Neck Immobilized By Batsuit
08. The Yellow Bat Insignia Looks Like Rotten Teeth
07. A Completely Invulnerable Batmobile Deploys Ablative Nanotech Armor By Voice Command & Can Actually Park & Drive Itself Without Getting A Reckless Driving Charge
06. Reveals His Identity To An Enemy For Love And No One Cares
(https://static1-srcdn-com.cdn.ampproject.org/ii/w820/s/static1.srcdn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/Tim-Burtons-Batman-Identity.jpg?q=50&fit=crop&w=450&h=225&dpr=1.5)
05. Votes & Lobbies With Government As Bruce
04. Commissioner Gordon Labels & Uses Batman As A Thug While Mawkishly Unable To Recognize Wayne
03. The Joker Kills His Parents And It’s “A Coincidence”
02. Gay For Alfred (obvious molestation is obvious). BEYOND CLOSETED.
01. Alec Baldwin Shoots Michael Keaton For Hanging His Wife From A
TOWER.
You forgot to mention that he eventually repeats the pattern of abuse with his “ward,” Robin. Yeah...ward. ::) ;D
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DOWNGRADE
Roll 1d20. Subtract one and divide by zero. If you can’t, won’t, or inadvertently collapse your world into a pocket dimension much smaller on the inside, you lose.
DO IT. DON’T TRY.
GODWINS LAW IN EFFECT.
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE?
THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY–NINTH GRADE.
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Roll 1d20. Subtract one and divide by zero. If you can’t, won’t, or inadvertently collapse your world into a pocket dimension much smaller on the inside, you lose.
DO IT. DON’T TRY.
GODWINS LAW IN EFFECT.
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE?
THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY–NINTH GRADE.
All I got was a slime trail to some Gurdjieffian dimension.
That division by zero trick was a nasty business.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bOssMXYYOY
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That division by zero trick was a nasty business.
Jesus made His saving throw.
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Jesus made His saving throw.
You weren't really producing for Rubini were you? Say it ain't so.
Or was he was producing for you? Who was producing for who?
Nothing was actually produced so no one wants the credit. I get it.
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Jesus made His saving throw.
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Allocated surrender period has expired.
Star blinking out.
(Expect more of these. I’m telling you, so none of you paranoid freaks get all worried. (Talk to your doctor—AN UN–BUY–HAST MEDICKAL DOCTOR, {ALLPROT/GOAT}, THEY TOTES AIN’T THAT HEART TO CONTRACT WITH—if you think you may have a problem with being addicted to worry, or if you suffer from spontaneous stick combustion (SSC). SSC is a serious problem that could lead to SST… and believe me, trust me, you know me: you totally don’t want to have to deal with SST at all, let alone, as a condition of your daily homelife.) I don’t even have any tattoos. I’m fine, she’s fine, we’re all fine here.
You weren't really producing for Rubini were you?
Questions like this really chap My ass. They may also be subject to the attorney-client privilege or be privileged work product or proprietary information. This information is intended for the exclusive use of the produceressee(s), be they Executive, Junior, or Othor. If ewe are not the intended recipient (and They ARNT, Fuck–Os, now beat it before I have to S.C.R.A.M. the Kids’ re-actor), You are hereby notified that any use, disclosure, dissemination, distribution (other than to The Producer(s) -or- The Progenitor(s)), copying or taking of any action because of this information is strictly prohibited. Trust the plan. #wwg1wga. Now, having said that… yeah, believe me, trust me, know me, if you made it this far, you might be a real screw–head, but you might not be a terribly primitive one, so listen up: the only thing I’ve ever produced for David V. Rubini, D.N.R. is a mouthful of copy and a tragically overworked & sore (blank). What do you want me to do, knock it off?? Fat chance. Not on my watch.
Who was producing for who?
For my own part, I truly can speak for no one else but I can tell you this: I HAVE PRODUCED FOR MY LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS M. CHRIST, ARCHANGEL GROS MICHEL, & THE CURRENT HOLDER OF THE CHALICE OF SOFIA. AND… I WILL, FOR THE LARGEST PART, CONTINUE TO DO SO.
I’m looking to replace one of those with (PROT), and you’re welcome to guess which with who, but these kinds of staffing changes can take time to Properly co-ordinate. (For example, someone who will remain nameless for the time being insists on writing everything obsessively in ALLHOSE. Caps. Warhead.
Weatherman. Whatevah.)
What do you care? I’m asking.
Allocated surrender period has expired.
Star winking out.
(Expect few of these. I’m telling you, so none of you paranoid freaks get all worried. (Talk to your doctor—AN UN–BUY–HAST MEDICKAL DOCTOR, {ALLPROT/GOAT}, THEY TOTES AIN’T THAT HEART TO CONTRACT WITH—if you think you may have a problem with being addicted to worry, or if you suffer from spontaneous stick combustion (SSC). SSC is a serious problem that could lead to SST… and believe me, trust me, you know me: you totes don’t want to have to deal with SST at all, let alone, as a condition of your daily tribal genome.) I don’t even have any tattoos. I’m fine, she’s fine, we’re all fine here, we’re fine there… we’re fine everywhere. Not the face, but my arm is healed.
You weren't really producing for Rubini were you?
Questions like this really chap HIS ass. They may also be subject to the attorney-client privilege or be privileged work product or proprietary information. This information is intended for the exclusive use of the produceressee(s), be they Executive, Junior, or Othor. If ewe are not the intended recipient (and They ARNT, Fuck–Os, now beat it before I have to S.C.R.A.M. the your central sun’s reactor. Don’t think We can’t do it.), You are hereby notified that any use, disclosure, dissemination, distribution (other than to The Producer(s) -or- The Progenitor(s)), copying or taking of any action because of this information is strictly prohibited. Trust the plan. #wwg1wga. Now, having said that… yeah, believe me, trust me, know me, if you made it this far, you might be a real screw–head, but you might not be a terribly primitive one, so listen up: the only thing I’ve ever produced for David V. Rubini, D.N.R. is a mouthful of copy this & copy that & a tragically overworked & sore (blank). What do you want me to do, knock it off, or break it in HALF?? She ain’t all that far removed from a legit C.P.A., so one of those might work, But, once again: these things take Time to Properly ko-ordinate. Not on My Permissions. I ain’t producing counterfeit permits, which is too bad, because they’re like diamonds into ponds of gold.
I’m a writer, not a wrencher, nor am I an accountant… but I am willing to watch one studying.
Nothing was actually produced so no one wants the credit. I get it.
The crucifixions are in the mail. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go eat someone’s beans.
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The Commander, in a paranormal moment, holds forth in channeling an old acquaintance.
Papi! I hope you are okay with my
nightly Papi pillow love making ritual?
I called you on your last wonderful show.
You ignored me.
Will you please join me here at least? Inner said you're
Trollda? We all know Jack is everyone besides my greedy,
mean little bunny boo.
Papi, are you racist dear?
You are. You really do hate Norwegian- Swedes? LGTBQ Oslo men?
I hate bunny now. And now, just my luck, you love bunny now.
When are you and I going to love again?
Maybe I am missing something?
You ignore me, Brian, Mark, Sean, Brad, Inner, Lilith, The Commander, Jack and even Liberace.
Liberace thinks you are on drugs. Please tell me why?
Shame on you Papi.
I am going to cry.
With Gay-Gringo Tears,
K_Dubb
And the response to his own psychic apparition ...
Sir Dubb: you had it right the 1st time as Jack the hare is every Stinky unwashed sock in South
Africa Seattle suburbia.
HE wears no clothes. A faux "Emperor".
He wears ladies dresses.At least that's what his former
friend told me while she was sucking down a xxXxx hot dog xxxXXXxxx in downtown XXX.and before the faux emperor sIMPerror beat her X-MascEve to a bloody pulp, and left her for dead.
#sads
Ever the sunshine repentance.
OFFICIAL: The Commander has fired, beat, and forgotten about pseudo-American imps and simps Michael Walker, Bart Ell, Keith and KCuckzi
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(I used to play Dark Tower by myself, but this is much more interesting.)
CURRENT OPERATIONAL STATUS: Breaker One–Nine, Tripped.
CURRENT NOMINAL QUEEN: Billy Corgan.
CURRENT NOMINAL JESTER: BOB.
CURRENT ROYAL VEGETABLE: Broccolini.
CURRENT ROYAL FRUIT: Pomegranate.
CURRENT ROYAL HERBS: (‰°) Sage/Thyme.
CURRENT QUORUM: 2 + 3 (I-VALUE ATTAINED.
SCORING IS DISABLED DURING C-(CLASSIFIED). PROCEDURE CALL LIBRARY NOW STEPDAUGHTER.)
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Hopefully, Ms. Sweeny & I can work out the rest of the details in the future... over breakfast. Now, I know what you're thinking, but I don't care; I've always been a proponent of striking while the iron is hot.
Hopefully, this one isn't dead. I don't wanna check Wikipedia, it'll run the fantasy—for Me, that's for real. Resurrection only goes so far. It's not like I've a fetish for it, or anything like that. I'm mostly just tired of waiting for c to finish compiling.
More after I break this bottle of champagne over my head. It works. Don't knock it, break that {gerund:profane} thingy right over my blasted skull and get out to push me right over a cliff, because I tried it, AND IT WORKS.
I mean.. I don't know what it actually does, but... well, I'll look into further studying of that in the morning. I've got an actual life, People. And as much as I'd love to do nothing else but lay around in bed all day studying esoteric symbology (like, You have NO idea), I have to leave Eden in the morning, & this bottle of wine isn't going to drink itself on its own.
But I will. According to the telemetry I have at my disposal, I might be called back to full status again at basically any time. Which, don't get me wrong, very very cool, and it's actually cooler that none of you half-tards need to validate my experience (in fact, derision enhances it). However, I bought a shitload of alcohol, and I don't want to miss a thing.
I'm basically a volunteer fireman now. I believe this may well in fact be a way to repay my dharma I've accrued for all that cindering I did, and all the writing I've done of words that reportedly cause a sensitive reader to spontaneously burst into flames.
What can I say? I allowed all that. Sorry doesn't cut it. So, I'm gonna sit here—lounge, really—while my favorite movie (Memento) plays and I get my smoke on (Zkittlez X Gelato, purple & sticky) and my drink on. (I told you that I started drinking again, right? I'm also slamming coke while parallel parking; back off Man, I'm a scientist.) Maybe I'll do a little gambling? I'm feeling lucky, as well as deliriously self-satisfied in how spectacularly responsible I've been in staying on top of discharging my own penance. Hopefully, Our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ, will forgive me for my sins. He provided me with Beef Wellington tonight, so, I'm not gonna lie... I think my prognosis is favorable. My tummy feels favorable, though, I'll tell you what; it feels like everything below my hernia is in Heaven.
And, I do mean every thing.
Hopefully a lowly sub-creature–really, no better than a worm–can be saved from the horrific consequences of my low-vibrational behaviour, but if anyone can do it, well, I'd pick an (RACIAL_SLUR) with a boomerang. That's my motto now.
Possible face tattoo. Oh, wait; needles. SONOFABI—*click*
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The Commander, in a paranormal moment, holds forth in channeling an old acquaintance.
Imma let you finish.
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What did I tell you (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1464.msg2496;topicseen#msg2496), Jack?
I send DVR one little Zoom invite, and he's back at it.
A new lie to add to the heap: "Lives with parents."
Any idea where he lives?
Brig must be very frustrated that he's shitting up her two-bit site with more content centered around me.
David.
You didn't even build your empty, sock-stuffed "forum" yourself.
You needed a senior citizen with a bone to pick to do it for you.
MV's fag hag sloppy seconds. Eugh!
You are failed wannabe talk show host who's stuck in the past.
You dare me to call you, and then you evade me.
Grow a pair, you faggot.
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YES
YES
I EAT MY OWN SEAMEN
I AM POSEIDON'S WORST ENEMY, MUTHAFO—*click*
Imma let you finish.
I'm pretty fuckin’ sure that fuckin’ W***** is fuckin’ done.
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Apparently I'm R.C.
https://twitter.com/azraamorphine/status/1395653947709394945
Apparently DVR is a rapist.
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Apparently I'm a rapist.
What did I tell you (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1464.msg2496;topicseen#msg2496), Jack?
How the f*** would I know? I don't listen to your b*******. On the phone, I just nod & grunt & giggle at what appears to a casual observer–one who isn't a self-absorbed, narcissistic, dope-addled douchebag drug addict–to be the right time to assuage your ego while back-tracing your comms.
It's a little different on video—I have to hold my gorge down—but, still, I'm really not paying that much attention, I'm kinda just waiting for your chair to collapse out from under you.
https://youtu.be/oARVdCyRT98
By the way—the above PROPRIETARY, WORK–IN–PROGRESS FORUM POSTING constitutes the entirety of your coffee book’s Foreword. ASSIGNMENT COMPLETED. Do you know how to synthesize a methylated alkaloid embed a YouTube video in a book?
Fuckin’ go fuckin’ figure it the fuck out. Here, take this technical support manual with you. *click"
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What did I tell you (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1464.msg2496;topicseen#msg2496), Jack?
I send DVR one little Zoom invite, and he's back at it.
A new lie to add to the heap: "Lives with parents."
Any idea where he lives?
Brig must be very frustrated that he's shitting up her two-bit site with more content centered around me.
David.
You didn't even build your empty, sock-stuffed "forum" yourself.
You needed a senior citizen with a bone to pick to do it for you.
MV's fag hag sloppy seconds. Eugh!
You are failed wannabe talk show host who's stuck in the past.
You dare me to call you, and then you evade me.
Grow a pair, you faggot.
Is brig really involved or is it just another of Rubini’s sockpuppets?
P.S. I never really understood your beef with her.
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P.S. I never really understood your beef with her.
Well, for starters: she's a w****.
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Well, for starters: she's a w****.
Witch?
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Witch?
Careful; that would humanize her.
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Careful; that would humanize her.
I believe she is human and I never had any problems with her. I just wonder why Azz seems to hate her.
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I believe she is human
Haha hahaha
Hahahahahaha
*pauses for beauty sleep breath*
HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAHA.
*clique*
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Haha hahaha
Hahahahahaha
*pauses for beauty sleep breath*
HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAHA.
*clique*
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No wonder your show sucks.
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No wonder your show sucks.
Show?! All I’m really doing is reflecting your own non sequitur absurdity back to you. Weird that you don’t like it. 🤔
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reflecting your own non sequitur absurdity back to you.
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What did I tell you (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1464.msg2496;topicseen#msg2496), Jack?
I send DVR one little Zoom invite, and he's back at it.
A new lie to add to the heap: "Lives with parents."
Any idea where he lives?
Brig must be very frustrated that he's shitting up her two-bit site with more content centered around me.
David.
You didn't even build your empty, sock-stuffed "forum" yourself.
You needed a senior citizen with a bone to pick to do it for you.
MV's fag hag sloppy seconds. Eugh!
You are failed wannabe talk show host who's stuck in the past.
You dare me to call you, and then you evade me.
Grow a pair, you faggot.
Now what could have triggered the King of Trolls? A recent AzzCast might have done it.
Aww, such a sorrowful little boy. That's too bad. I wonder what could be wrong?
Sounds more like Lilith. Of course, she is only trying to help.
______________________________________________________________
BTW, I still find it unlikely that Elle Bee and Brig are one and the same.
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Now what could have triggered the King of Trolls?
20K in crypto—tonight–gets you the actual story. 55k more, and I'll translate it for you out of it's original Enochian—which would be a damn crying shame, to tell you the truth, because it sounds much better that way.
AND IT HAS TO BE TONIGHT.
END OF LYING.
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20K in crypto—tonight–gets you the actual story. 55k more, and I'll translate it for you out of it's original Enochian—which would be a damn crying shame, to tell you the truth, because it sounds much better that way.
AND IT HAS TO BE TONIGHT.
END OF LYING.
This is how an "Alpha Male" takes care of the trash. And he does it pro bono.
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https://youtu.be/qi7Yh16dA0w
Good luck, (PROT)! We’re all counting on you and your gang of lackeys, toadies, & flunky-fresh ewes. I don’t care if you fucked her first, Leland.
Some G-ddam people. Jesus. This continent needs an enema.
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Is brig really involved or is it just another of Rubini’s sockpuppets?
Think about it. With BellGab gone, and with such an aversion to me or anything I'm involved in-- including her well publicised line "At the risk of sounding repetitive, I will never join AzzGab," how would she not be involved?
Rubini has her in his pocket, as well as has self-created Brig accounts he uses. Its not a case of and/or, but rather both/and.
Brig was all invested in the Rubini narrative, and excitedly relayed so to MV, and he expressed no interest. Ouch, that's gotta hurt.
Also, Brig has been front and centre in the live chats of MV's 2 most recent solo streams, cheering him on, and elated at the fact that I'm not on screen as co-host.
Not butthurt BTW (as I don't give a shit either way). Its just that those particular streams in the recent past were hard work due to time zone differences and the preparation and sourcing of somewhat costly equipment involved. Despite my enjoying them.
I never really understood your beef with her.
Unfortunately, our beef is not easily described in general statements.
I have however covered the subject extensively behind the Patreon pay wall-- for those who are subscribed to the Azzcast.
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Oh. And just to be clear, and keep it 100, Brig is welcome to join here. Its no skin off my nose if she does or doesn't, though. But she's not barred from entry. I don't only have people I like on AzzGab. I try and be fair, and not take things too personally-- and owning a BellGab spinoff board has toughened me up some, from my normal, hypersensitive self. I may have Rubini blocked (I can't even remember), but that's besides the point. Rubini loves having somebody to rail against: and I'm public enemy #1. If he didn't have me to post about, what would he have, really? All he does is post fucking YouTube videos. To each his own!
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What Rubini is Right About
Okay. Lets get the record straight.
In the interest of not just outright disagreeing with detractor numero uno, lets play a game.
Excerpts from a post (http://[url=https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1464.msg2496#msg2496) on RubiniGab:
[Azzerae] brags that he is 'proud' to harass and obsess on others. Especially if paid to do so.
WHAT IS TRUE ABOUT THIS STATEMENT?
I am proud of my creative output.* Part of that means I am often preoccupied with the goings-on of those who are a part of the now defunct BellGab, its sister site EllGab (less so) and of course, the inner workings of RubiniGab, DVR's many mismatched socks and his inner circle: "L.B." Rubini and Brig.
* I actually follow through with the largesse of promises to subscribers. I put out shows. Regularly. What I don't do is hire jews to create websites promising content that never gets delivered aside from 2 pitiful "test" shows including Art Bell's sloppy second bumper music and leftover guests to piggy back from and stamp my name on something I never made.
I do feel that I deserve to be paid the subscription fees I ask for, despite them being higher than some other major players-- even though I'm a small fry without a sizeable following.
If an individual unsubscribes without warning, and disappears into the ether - like K. Dubb did - I am disheartened. I have had other situations where subscribers have reached out to me when they are suffering financial strain, and we have a rational and calm exchange in which I hold my tongue about them leaving. I may mention the situation briefly - because I talk about everything with my audience, but, I don't always "drag" people if they leave. It depends on my mood and what I feel is right. My gut reactions are however particularly raw, and I feel as a performer, that is what a large portion of my followers enjoy about my show. Disclaimer: I could be wrong, though.
WHAT IS FALSE ABOUT THIS STATEMENT?
While I engage in behaviours that could be interpreted as obsessive, I whole heartedly reject the claim that my content can be characterised as harrassment. And this is a bold claim from a halfbreed wop who actually RAPED Jack's significant other in a fucking hotel room, after coaxing her to his (temporary? permanent?) abode under the guise of it being a professional arrangement!
[Azzerae's] actionable claims soon may catch up with his folly.
WHAT IS TRUE ABOUT THIS STATEMENT?
What's true here is that whatever it is I have or have not done regarding DVR, and the public exposé of his true nature, and by extension his image and likeness, has landed me in hot water.
Its not a case of anything in the future catching up with me-- all my claims have already cost me social capital, money and time.
It just gets downright silly when a rapist is squealing to the cops about a so-called "4 foot 10" tranny midget saying unkind things about him as a form of playful retaliation to an otherwise gravely serious series of events.
Edit: I've exercised an abundance of restraint in my dealings around you and your name, been a good sport, and taken a lot of your libel and slander in my stride. Unlike you I'm not a SNITCH, and would NEVER involve police. Yes. Even after the RAPE. I never sued nor reported you to authorities. And never will.
WHAT IS FALSE ABOUT THIS STATEMENT?
Future repercussions for the acts I have perpetrated against DVR & Co. (which are miniscule in comparison), cannot be refuted as this is the present, and the future is unpredictable simply cannot be known.
In other words, who's to say who'll wind up behind bars first? The rapist or the person engaging in freedom of speech? I may not be American, but South Africa has its own laws ensuring that my right to express myself how I see fit is enshrined in my being.
I'm not in the least bit intimidated by this balding, irrelevant nobody, who is obviously suffering delusions of grandeur about who he is and what he means in the bigger picture.
[Azzerae] begs and ultimately blackmails [people] to send him money monthly ... and if they refuse, he shames them it is claimed.
WHAT IS TRUE ABOUT THIS STATEMENT?
I do plug my PayPal.me link (https://paypal.me/azzgab) on my show, sure. But I do not, and never have begged for money in my life. Ever.
I provide a service to my online community, to those who find value in what it is I do, as a podcaster. I am secure in my efforts and abilities, and don't see being paid for what I create as if its charity or pay to play.
Therefore, accepting payment for services rendered is not something I'm ashamed of in the least. Whoever sees the act of me profiting off my work differently, and wants to make out that I'm robbing people at gunpoint are fools, plain and straight. And I don't give a fucking shit what anyone says either way.
WHAT IS FALSE ABOUT THIS STATEMENT?
It is utterly untrue that I blackmail subscribers at any point during their subscription plan and how it is managed.
If we look at the dictionary defintion of blackmail, it reads as follows:
Blackmail
Noun
The action, treated as a criminal offence, of demanding payment or another benefit from someone in return for not revealing compromising or damaging information about them.
"They were acquitted of charges of blackmail."
Verb
Return for not revealing compromising or damaging information about them.
"They use this fact to blackmail him, trying to force him to vote for their candidate."
What I'm doing is not criminal. Everyone in this incestuous pool of creeps and scumbags formerly known as the BellGab universe thrives on the drama and shenanigans at play, whether as observers or participants! So spare me the high and mighty, holier-than-thou signals of virtue and bigotry.
You, DVR, not me, are the ringleader of empty threats, hollow platitudes, and a master of manipulation. You post paedophilic pictures (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1464.msg2504#msg2504) of babies crying, accusatory statements of me being a pussy bawling in the fetal position when its YOU who has wept over the phone at the mere mention of my name. Its documented! Meow told me with her own mouth how you'd react to my well-known moniker.
Lastly, who claimed what?
I take swipes at those who oppose my path to success and goal of creative control. However, I am in no way getting rich off the backs of unsuspecting ex-BellGabbers.
In fact, I am lucky if my earnings by way of subscriptions keep this very site up monthly. So whoever thinks my prices are unreasonable, or don't find merit in what I do with my pen or my vocal chords, they are welcome to not participate.
Just consider that, if you want to be part of the conversation, or you seek out my personal attention, you might very well not like the outcome.
I will fucking murder you.
DIE!
P.S. Where do you live, DVR? A group home? A flophouse? A shelter? The needle-strewn streets?
P.P.S. While a perpetual crowd surfer (and I won't deny I've slept on my Ma's couch a couple times), I am something of a drifter, nomadic, and have resided in psychiatric hospitals for certain stretches of my adult life-- I can admit my life is not perfect. You may have more money than me, but somehow I tend to think a guy obsessed with reposting his own supposed "net worth" probably isn't as well off as he'd like people to think he is. Plus, you took Meow to a hotel to rape her, so I don't think you're in much of a position to judge the transient and down on luck members of society that live a paycheck away from homelessness and can be categorised as transients.
P.P.P.S. I have rented an apartment before, in my life. I had a roommate, though. I've never been wealthy. I've always struggled, financially and mentally. I wasn't born into generational wealth. I was never given anything without having to work hard for it. I made a decision a long time ago that I'd pursue a career in the arts. And I have. I don't regret anything. I don't live with my "parents." In fact, all I have in this world is my Mom. My Dad is DEAD. If you really are the whatever-hundred-thousandth Dollar man you claim you are, what you're doing is the textbook definition of punching down. So FUCK YOU.
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Jackstar, no word of lie, there is a strong possibility that either--
1) Your phone is tapped
2) Meow is in communication with DVR
or
3) Some version of yourself is briefing him on intel regarding your personal affairs
Excerpt from the RubiniGab thread (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1457.msg2489#msg2489) entitled 'Re: Michael Kuczi is a Stalker and Arrested For Domestic Violence 12/24/2021:'
He wants to be called Jackstar and Jack Stark and Jack Michaelson and has 100s of pseudonyms online in multiple forums and social media accounts
He hates jews and blacks, is a "Needle Junkie" of meth and other illicit drugs and eats his own semen. This is according to his ex-girlfriend (redacted) who had him arrested after being injured on a domestic violence charge, arrest and report dated 12/24/21 in Washington State, Cowlitz County.
stalks women and extremely violent
received a couple restraining orders the last few years
Clips taken from a CUCKzi 2021 published audio/video he made and posted on YouTube and Vocaroo involving altercations with a Washington State mother, a Native American, who recently had him arrested on charges for abuse and domestic violence:
https://vocaroo.com/1gFp8e8pd5ZE
Pot calling the kettle black, though, TBQH.
Raping a woman is worse than hitting her.
You better do something about the wire taps, Jackstar A.K.A. 'J.S.A.K.' A.K.A 'Hoddy Bully' A.K.A. 'Jack Stark' A.K.A. 'JSAC-KUCZI RAVE#' A.K.A. 'jafd' A.K.A. 'jacd.'
Oh, and I'm not fat, or morbidly obese, or whatever-- you fanooks. But my dick sure is.
P.S. Maybe he has access to the video/audio of the Zoom meeting I invited him to participate with us in?
P.P.S. Perhaps Meow's iPhone is tapped?! Either way, something odd (and/or evil) is afoot.
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Are you really a mail-order (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1457.msg2514#msg2514) clergyman?
#SAD
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Are you really a mail-order (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1457.msg2514#msg2514) clergyman?
#SAD
He's more of a mail-order blow up doll.
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Its official: It appears as if Jackstar has teamed back up with his common law wife's rapist, and that everything is a big fucking joke to him.
Don't call yourself a pacifist just because you're too chicken to engage in a physical altercation with those who have harmed the people you claim to love, without backing up said claim in any way that is humanly recognisable.
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Its official: It appears as if Jackstar has teamed back up with his common law wife's rapist, and that everything is a big fucking joke to him.
Don't call yourself a pacifist just because you're too chicken to engage in a physical altercation with those who have harmed the people you claim to love, without backing up said claim in any way that is humanly recognisable.
He's Totes high, on needles...
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I don't live with my "parents."
To anyone who does live with their Mom, I do not look down on you for it. In this economy and political climate its hard enough to get a menial job, let alone feed and clothe oneself.
Just because Rubini's Mommy still packs him a lunch box, doesn't mean he's above pot shots and low-hanging fruit, like, 'You're only the contents of your wallet.'
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To anyone who does live with their Mom, I do not look down on you for it. In this economy and political climate its hard enough to get a menial job, let alone feed and clothe oneself.
Just because Rubini's Mommy still packs him a lunch box, doesn't mean he's above pot shots and low-hanging fruit, like, 'You're only the contents of your wallet.'
I love my Mommy.
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How the f*** would I know? I don't listen to your b*******. On the phone, I just nod & grunt & giggle at what appears to a casual observer–one who isn't a self-absorbed, narcissistic, dope-addled douchebag drug addict–to be the right time to assuage your ego while back-tracing your comms.
It's a little different on video—I have to hold my gorge down—but, still, I'm really not paying that much attention, I'm kinda just waiting for your chair to collapse out from under you.
https://youtu.be/oARVdCyRT98
By the way—the above PROPRIETARY, WORK–IN–PROGRESS FORUM POSTING constitutes the entirety of your coffee book’s Foreword. ASSIGNMENT COMPLETED. Do you know how to synthesize a methylated alkaloid embed a YouTube video in a book?
Fuckin’ go fuckin’ figure it the fuck out. Here, take this technical support manual with you. *click"
Drink some green tea, fuckface. You're clearly on the rag again.
#FuckingNutjob
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I love my Mommy.
So do I.
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So do I.
You feel that sting, Big Boy? *thump* That's just pride *thump* fucking *thump* with *thump* you.
/YHUMP
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To anyone who does live with their Mom, I do not look down on you for it.
shameless pandering
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You feel that sting...?
Actually: I don't feel shit. Is it in yet?
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Actually: I don't feel shit. Is it in yet?
Well, the fix is, Doctor.
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I mean... as long as it's open.
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I mean... as long as it's open.
You know he still loves you if it’s open. ;)
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I'm going to Dallas tomorrow to hang with Rubini. He's cooler than I thought, and I hear he makes a great old-fashioned.
#RubiniMagic
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I'm going to Dallas tomorrow to hang with Rubini. He's cooler than I thought, and I hear he makes a great old-fashioned.
#RubiniMagic
Later, losers!
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What Is Megalomania?
In a society where a person is judged by the achieved results, megalomania is a frequent and quite logical phenomenon. Every person starts to evaluate themselves and others early enough. However, some people often exaggerate their own worth. They boast of what they have done or are about to do or are proud of the purchase of new things, openly demonstrating them. Boasters are usually very unsympathetic people.
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https://positivepsychology.org.ng/who-is-megalomaniac-causes-signs-and-treatment-of-megalomania
Seven Traits of Megalomaniacs
● Presumptuousness. They believe they’re essential.
● They feel indestructible and capable of solving any problem that comes their way.
They’re manipulative, which is how they get to positions of power.
● Feelings of omnipotence. They often put other people to the test
to compare themselves and show that they’re better than everyone else.
● They don’t admit to their mistakes, so they never learn from them.
● Narcissistic and idealized self-image.
● Hyperawareness of people’s reaction to what they do or say.
If people reject them, they think those people are the problem and not them.
● Vanity, supported by a strong ego that grows as a result of feeling superior.
https://exploringyourmind.com/seven-traits-of-megalomaniacs/
THE ONLY SANE MIND HERE AMONG THE MENTALLY ILL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0k5FUuMfvc
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I'm going to Dallas tomorrow to hang with Rubini.
The ol’ Texas Two-Fer. I see how it is. I'll just stay here and play with my HP Envy.
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Later, losers!
Have fun hanging out with yourself, Rubini. ::) ;D
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Have fun hanging out with yourself, Rubini. ::) ;D
Or whip out his glow stick and join the Jedi in the ring.
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Or whip out his glow stick and join the Jedi in the ring.
Don't knock it until whatever.
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Don't knock it until whatever.
It was a metaphor, not hand to crotch combat.
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hand to crotch combat.
(https://i.imgur.com/AkLiQSd.gif)
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Young Master David surveys his regiment and marshals standing orders.
Onward! Upward! Higher!
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shameless pandering
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Ha ha! Please note: DVR A.K.A 'Royal8' is NOT banned from AzzGab. He has dared me to call him, because apparently I think I'm a "big tough guy," but the funniest part of it all is that he won't speak to me, post here, or allow me or anyone associated with me to register at RubiniGab.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=113.0;attach=762;image)
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Its all forum admin inside baseball, and kayfabe plain and straight.
Rubini, you know you need me-- You've gotta have someone to abuse. Whether its sexually, psychologically or verbally. Or even in written form.
The real reason you'd never come back here is because you know it'd all be a wrap, and you won't have anything to cling to for some semblance of digital clout.
You could prove me wrong with a simple call, or you can keep hiding like the bitch that you are, and posting as RubiniGabber 1 to 100.
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Its all forum admin inside baseball, and kayfabe plain and straight.
Rubini, you know you need me-- You've gotta have someone to abuse. Whether its sexually, psychologically or verbally. Or even in written form.
The real reason you'd never come back here is because you know it'd all be a wrap, and you won't have anything to cling to for some semblance of digital clout.
You could prove me wrong with a simple call, or you can keep hiding like the bitch that you are, and posting as RubiniGabber 1 to 100.
I don't give a s*** what you people do. I'm thinking of going down to the local shelter & spaying all the females and letting all the males run free to alter the structure and the landscape of the local feline genome for generations to come.
Don't think I can't do it. /Styx
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He has dared me to call him
I just can't even.
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Ho-DEEEEEE...Hoddy Bully.
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Attend Me: Class; if it has pleats and opens in the front, then it's a kilt. If it doesn't, then it's not.
Bored now. *lick*
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Ha ha! Please note: DVR A.K.A 'Royal8' is NOT banned from AzzGab. He has dared me to call him, because apparently I think I'm a "big tough guy," but the funniest part of it all is that he won't speak to me, post here, or allow me or anyone associated with me to register at RubiniGab.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=113.0;attach=762;image)
He could also post as PLMM, but he won't.
Are flat earthers insane? Are they delusional idiots, so convinced of the wrong belief that they all become very passionate truth seekers and activists that want nothing more than to spread their ideas for the benefit of all humanity? No. Flat earthers are you. They are me. They are everyone and just because some people are indoctrinated into the heliocentric model of earth from a young age and still have a hard time letting go because of it, doesn't mean that those of us that know the truth about this world are going to give up on them. They are family. Whether you know it or not, you and I are referred to as "useless eaters" in the eyes of the self proclaimed leaders of the world. They wish to destroy us and the things we love in order to reduce the population to a more desirable number that's easier to steer and control. We must unite before it's too late and stand our ground if we have any chance at a future without one world totalitarian rule. We are taught that the earth is a cosmic accident and that life is meaningless because it's the only way to continually use us as batteries to power their economy, which is the real life matrix. If we all knew the truth about where we are and where we come from, their would be a revolt overnight and the government that you know today would not exist in the morning.
(https://i.postimg.cc/J7JDG6D6/avatar-32-1620061049.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/J7JDG6D6/avatar-32-1620061049.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/J7JDG6D6/avatar-32-1620061049.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/J7JDG6D6/avatar-32-1620061049.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/J7JDG6D6/avatar-32-1620061049.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/J7JDG6D6/avatar-32-1620061049.png) (https://postimages.org/)
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He could also post as PLMM, but he won't.
I'm learning a lot today! Too bad I can't take notes through all these tears. And of course, the drug withdrawals are totes maddening.
“Tiara’s Totesnotes”? There is co-branding potential here. I can smell it. Fe Fi Covfefe Fum. I smell the (blank) of an Englishman.
Say it with me, People: ewe, gross.
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Quote from: Purple Lives Matter Most on May 03, 2021, 10:18:16 AM
Eat Hearty, My Friends.
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I guess someone got a little too big for their boots, and wrote a flurry of cheques his arse couldn't cash.
Where is your post that so boldly proclaims you have more traffic than me? You deleted it, because you know you can't back it up. Good job reeling your new squeeze in, Brig!
Every last one of the "members" on your board are fabricated, Daoud. And you ducked and hid your hand, but were too slow on the draw to do so effectively.
The key major fuck up which you refuse to admit to is when you mishandled your forum software (probably because whatever barrel of monkeys you pay to run it turned on you and bit the hand that starved) and a mass screen name deletion took place and you're too stupid to figure out how to retitle the socks so that they appear to be real, live ex-BellGab major players.
The truth is, Brig only sips on your nippledick and strokes your hairy, hideous ego because Lee suicided her old stomping grounds and replaced it with a Facebook husk. Brig doesn't like you, let alone love you, and all she needs you for is to spite me. Little does she know her lack of participation here or on any of its previous iterations is no loss to the user base.
So, you have more eyeballs held captive than I? How wrong you are, and how little self awareness you possess because, even though you wish with all your heart that that were true, you are too paranoid to let anyone in on the conversation as you'll quickly burn whatever bridges you encounter and have more people opposing you than you can comprehend.
All this from a man who literally shed tears over the mention of my name, bit the heads off all of his so called "friends" when he perceived that he may not be the centre of attention for a 5 second stretch.
The truth is, numbers don't matter to me, at all. And they never have. But the fact that your website gets more traction than mine is patently untrue. I've had accomplices and frienemies sign up over here no questions asked no lies told. While you tried to emulate my BellGab spinoff model and failed miserably at it.
No one likes you. Not even the one person that has convinced you somehow that she is in your corner. She only puts up with you because you're malleable, and its easy for her to mould you into the type of individual she needs to vicariouasly live through and feed off.
So for all the things you've said and written about me, and all the personal attacks you've poured your time into for the past few years, just know it wasn't for naught. It has certainly been a highly entertaining show you've put on. I look forward to an actual showdown, though. One in which you and I face off more directly, and not just take swipes at each other from the shadows.
You've avoided addressing me directly, and used the indirect nature of the hearsay you desperately watch and listen for as fodder for content. Without me, your board would get no hits whatsoever and you know that. Even if you won't admit it. All you do is repost is YouTube clips and thumbsuck clickbait subject headers to attract attention.
You say I think that I'm a "big tough guy with" a "big mouth," and refuse to talk to you. I've given you ample opportunities to talk to me, no holes barred, and you've run from those opportunities and phoned Jack to find out what it is I wanted and what it is I talk about.
Everybody needs to know what a pussy you are, and anybody with half a brain can see what a pussy you are. You also call me a Satanist, but you are in league with one yourself: Michael Decon. You were his producer. You probably self-sabotaged that relationship in no time flat. Look, I don't need to explain my personal beliefs to you. In fact, I don't care what you do or don't believe.
What matters is that you're a chicken. That is why you told me to "GO AWAY." For the simple reason that you couldn't handle the truth. You were too afraid to deal with me. There's only room for one ego in the room, as far as your lived experience goes: YOURS.
I have never, in my life, ever encountered such a soft-cock, overgrown crybaby that throws the type of hissy fits you do when you don't get your way.
Dynamo Hum was right. You've never been told "no."
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I guess someone got a little too big for their boots, and wrote a flurry of cheques his arse couldn't cash.
Where is your post that so boldly proclaims you have more traffic than me? You deleted it, because you know you can't back it up. Good job reeling your new squeeze in, Brig!
Every last one of the "members" on your board are fabricated, Daoud. And you ducked and hid your hand, but were too slow on the draw to do so effectively.
The key major fuck up which you refuse to admit to is when you mishandled your forum software (probably because whatever barrel of monkeys you pay to run it turned on you and bit the hand that starved) and a mass screen name deletion took place and you're too stupid to figure out how to retitle the socks so that they appear to be real, live ex-BellGab major players.
The truth is, Brig only sips on your nippledick and strokes your hairy, hideous ego because Lee suicided her old stomping grounds and replaced it with a Facebook husk. Brig doesn't like you, let alone love you, and all she needs you for is to spite me. Little does she know her lack of participation here or on any of its previous iterations is no loss to the user base.
So, you have more eyeballs held captive than I? How wrong you are, and how little self awareness you possess because, even though you wish with all your heart that that were true, you are too paranoid to let anyone in on the conversation as you'll quickly burn whatever bridges you encounter and have more people opposing you than you can comprehend.
All this from a man who literally shed tears over the mention of my name, bit the heads off all of his so called "friends" when he perceived that he may not be the centre of attention for a 5 second stretch.
The truth is, numbers don't matter to me, at all. And they never have. But the fact that your website gets more traction than mine is patently untrue. I've had accomplices and frienemies sign up over here no questions asked no lies told. While you tried to emulate my BellGab spinoff model and failed miserably at it.
No one likes you. Not even the one person that has convinced you somehow that she is in your corner. She only puts up with you because you're malleable, and its easy for her to mould you into the type of individual she needs to vicariouasly live through and feed off.
So for all the things you've said and written about me, and all the personal attacks you've poured your time into for the past few years, just know it wasn't for naught. It has certainly been a highly entertaining show you've put on. I look forward to an actual showdown, though. One in which you and I face off more directly, and not just take swipes at each other from the shadows.
You've avoided addressing me directly, and used the indirect nature of the hearsay you desperately watch and listen for as fodder for content. Without me, your board would get no hits whatsoever and you know that. Even if you won't admit it. All you do is repost is YouTube clips and thumbsuck clickbait subject headers to attract attention.
You say I think that I'm a "big tough guy with" a "big mouth," and refuse to talk to you. I've given you ample opportunities to talk to me, no holes barred, and you've run from those opportunities and phoned Jack to find out what it is I wanted and what it is I talk about.
Everybody needs to know what a pussy you are, and anybody with half a brain can see what a pussy you are. You also call me a Satanist, but you are in league with one yourself: Michael Decon. You were his producer. You probably self-sabotaged that relationship in no time flat. Look, I don't need to explain my personal beliefs to you. In fact, I don't care what you do or don't believe.
What matters is that you're a chicken. That is why you told me to "GO AWAY." For the simple reason that you couldn't handle the truth. You were too afraid to deal with me. There's only room for one ego in the room, as far as your lived experience goes: YOURS.
I have never, in my life, ever encountered such a soft-cock, overgrown crybaby that throws the type of hissy fits you do when you don't get your way.
Dynamo Hum was right. You've never been told "no."
Looks mighty bloated yet. Still believes he has super powers and walking on air.
(https://i.postimg.cc/tTjTRCCq/Herbie-Popnecker.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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* "No holes barred" 🤣
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Dynamo Hum was right. You've never been told "no."
Who? She sounds cool. Can I stalk her? I've got some free time coming up.
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Still believes he has super powers and walking on air.
That shit happens.
Looks mighty bloated yet.
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What?
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There were these kids. They pushed me down into a pile of dogshit. *PLOP* Bullseye. I remember that I was wearing orange swim trunks.
I was about seven years old. Compared to that, you ain't got shit on me. Screw.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clBg4IrqOGk
Oh, your mood is ruined. Wow, what's that like? The tragedy, I mean; given that was probably the first emotional plateau you've experienced in the last twelve years, pillhound.
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Oh, your mood is ruined. Wow, what's that like? The tragedy, I mean; given that was probably the first emotional plateau you've experienced in the last twelve years, pillhound.
How would you know? You get a woody every time you see a kid get hit by a bus.
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There were these kids. They pushed me down into a pile of dogshit. *PLOP* Bullseye. I remember that I was wearing orange swim trunks.
Did they pull your piss stained trunks off your ass and take turns fucking it? That's what me and my friends got "the birthday boy" for his 21st.
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every time you see a kid get hit by a bus.
Having never seen the event described--I've only ever had it depicted for me by various & variously-skilled troupes of immigrant nuns--I cannot attest to any totesertitude of unfolded future happiness. (Well, I am happy when a child actually goes outside at all, one can be totesure about that.) I will kindly ask you to return to the simple use of racial slurs that you, your vile kind, your filthy ilk, and your beyond vile & utterly loathsome hyoo-mon-plus-one genome--if you can even call it that--are famous for. Filthy, filthy genome. Dirty.
You get a woody every time
Blush.
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Looks mighty bloated yet. Still believes he has super powers and walking on air.
(https://i.postimg.cc/tTjTRCCq/Herbie-Popnecker.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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All wrapped up and nothing to package.
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All wrapped up and nothing to package.
https://youtu.be/xW3uEEuAj78
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(I used to play Dark Tower by myself, but this is much more interesting.)
CURRENT OPERATIONAL STATUS: Breaker One–Nine, Tripped.
CURRENT NOMINAL QUEEN: Billy Corgan.
CURRENT NOMINAL JESTER: BOB.
CURRENT ROYAL VEGETABLE: Broccolini.
CURRENT ROYAL FRUIT: Pomegranate.
CURRENT ROYAL HERBS: (‰°) Sage/Thyme.
CURRENT QUORUM: 2 + 3 (I-VALUE ATTAINED.
SCORING IS DISABLED DURING C-(CLASSIFIED). PROCEDURE CALL LIBRARY NOW STEPDAUGHTER.)
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Hopefully, Ms. Sweeny & I can work out the rest of the details in the future... over breakfast. Now, I know what you're thinking, but I don't care; I've always been a proponent of striking while the iron is hot.
Hopefully, this one isn't dead. I don't wanna check Wikipedia, it'll run the fantasy—for Me, that's for real. Resurrection only goes so far. It's not like I've a fetish for it, or anything like that. I'm mostly just tired of waiting for c to finish compiling.
More after I break this bottle of champagne over my head. It works. Don't knock it, break that {gerund:profane} thingy right over my blasted skull and get out to push me right over a cliff, because I tried it, AND IT WORKS.
I mean.. I don't know what it actually does, but... well, I'll look into further studying of that in the morning. I've got an actual life, People. And as much as I'd love to do nothing else but lay around in bed all day studying esoteric symbology (like, You have NO idea), I have to leave Eden in the morning, & this bottle of wine isn't going to drink itself on its own.
But I will. According to the telemetry I have at my disposal, I might be called back to full status again at basically any time. Which, don't get me wrong, very very cool, and it's actually cooler that none of you half-tards need to validate my experience (in fact, derision enhances it). However, I bought a shitload of alcohol, and I don't want to miss a thing.
I'm basically a volunteer fireman now. I believe this may well in fact be a way to repay my dharma I've accrued for all that cindering I did, and all the writing I've done of words that reportedly cause a sensitive reader to spontaneously burst into flames.
What can I say? I allowed all that. Sorry doesn't cut it. So, I'm gonna sit here—lounge, really—while my favorite movie (Memento) plays and I get my smoke on (Zkittlez X Gelato, purple & sticky) and my drink on. (I told you that I started drinking again, right? I'm also slamming coke while parallel parking; back off Man, I'm a scientist.) Maybe I'll do a little gambling? I'm feeling lucky, as well as deliriously self-satisfied in how spectacularly responsible I've been in staying on top of discharging my own penance. Hopefully, Our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ, will forgive me for my sins. He provided me with Beef Wellington tonight, so, I'm not gonna lie... I think my prognosis is favorable. My tummy feels favorable, though, I'll tell you what; it feels like everything below my hernia is in Heaven.
And, I do mean every thing.
Hopefully a lowly sub-creature–really, no better than a worm–can be saved from the horrific consequences of my low-vibrational behaviour, but if anyone can do it, well, I'd pick an (RACIAL_SLUR) with a boomerang. That's my motto now.
Possible face tattoo. Oh, wait; needles. SONOFABI—*click*
(https://pics.awwmemes.com/captain-jack-sparrow-why-is-the-rum-gone-meme-51234170.png)
TIA: Why is it that when I type "smurfuggin" into the 'tube does this:
https://youtu.be/4DafYFtERXc
show up in the resluts?
Axing for a fiend.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Whatever has been happening in the last twenty minutes has made me want to vomit. On the freeway. Fuck pulling over, I was gonna be content to roll down and spill the wind. As I am thankful to be spared any further details, I shall return all of all y'all the return favor.
TOWER.
TRUTH.
RETURN.
REEEEEEE—
SPUTCH THE HUTCH.
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As I am thankful to be spared any further details, I shall return all of all y'all the return favor.
I just ate a Costco roast chicken in a Costco parking lot—a little too ironic, don't you think, and if you don't I will fight you and (blank) you to death—and really, I was like a ravenous beast, except for two facts and two facts only. I shall now enumerate these facts below:
Number one. I didn't eat the whole chicken. I stopped myself after HALF and I didn't litter. So, you know... civilized.
Number two: I used a fork. See? TTTotescivill
I'm still working on the spelling, MM
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Whatever has been happening in the last twenty minutes has made me want to vomit. On the freeway. Fuck pulling over, I was gonna be content to roll down and spill the wind. As I am thankful to be spared any further details, I shall return all of all y'all the return favor.
TOWER.
TRUTH.
RETURN.
REEEEEEE—
SPUTCH THE HUTCH.
I just ate a Costco roast chicken in a Costco parking lot—a little too ironic, don't you think, and if you don't I will fight you and (blank) you to death—and really, I was like a ravenous beast, except for two facts and two facts only. I shall now enumerate these facts below:
Number one. I didn't eat the whole chicken. I stopped myself after HALF and I didn't litter. So, you know... civilized.
Number two: I used a fork. See? TTTotescivill
I'm still working on the spelling, MM
I just ate a Costco roast chicken in a Costco parking lot—a little too ironic, don't you think, and if you don't I will fight you and (blank) you to death—and really, I was like a ravenous beast, except for two facts and two facts only. I shall now enumerate these facts below:
Number one. I didn't eat the whole chicken. I stopped myself after HALF and I didn't litter. So, you know... civilized.
Number two: I used a fork. See? TTTotescivill
I'm still working on the spelling, MM
(https://i.imgur.com/ktsbKRl.jpg)
https://youtu.be/175YCwBuVDQ
Don't say I never gave you a tip...
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(https://i.imgur.com/ktsbKRl.jpg)
https://youtu.be/175YCwBuVDQ
Don't say I never gave you a tip...
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
😆
Ha!
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That was great timing, Cyrano. I could smell it through the door.
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That was great timing, Cyrano. I could smell it through the door.
I just ate a roast (blank) in a parking lot—a little too ironic, don't you think, and if you don't I will fight you and FLATTER you to death.
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That was great timing, Cyrano. I could smell it through the door.
https://youtu.be/kVIdEuXF4HUhttps://youtu.be/-ZVZgCrHy5E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MBaEEODzU0
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MBaEEODzU0
That was like trolling Jackstar's Rubini's perversa phantasiae or something.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKcAYMb5uk4
Need to travel to another dimension and wipe my mind clean.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AWIqXzvX-U&list=RD7MBaEEODzU0&index=1
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All of the most recent accusations made by DVR are now hidden from public view.
Below are excerpts from 3 posts I wrote over the past week, that included links to defamatory material on RubiniGab:
What did I tell you (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1464.msg2496;topicseen#msg2496), Jack?
Excerpts from a post (http://[url=https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1464.msg2496#msg2496) on RubiniGab...
Excerpt from [a] RubiniGab thread (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1457.msg2489#msg2489)...
Does this have anything to do with me addressing DVR (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=3.msg16644#msg16644) directly?
Looking him dead in the face, on camera - unflinchingly (https://youtu.be/jrdnHu5q11I?t=55) - and letting him know, that while he cries literal tears over people in his camp communicating with me, all I have coursing through my veins is pure apathy, and perfect peace.
Keep tightenin' 'em screws-- Piangi piccola.
Basta, basta!
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All of the most recent accusations made by DVR are now hidden from public view.
A great deal of the worst of his rants and slander have been expurgated. There is a constant churn going on. Just yesterday he posted a full play DOXX on Pandora and today it's gone.
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Laser, Jack, I.R. & everyone else!
I urge you to take screenshots and create archives with the Wayback Machine that document DVR's goofy, libellous post and threads.
Why? Because he's scrambling behind the scenes, attempting damage control, and has removed many - if not all - of the content in question.
Hidden it from public view, rather. Its still there, but only he and his multiple personalities have access to it.
Them and his one lackey, whoever-the-fuck... Ever noticed L.B. backward is B.L.(?)-- Does this mean Elle Bee is in cahoots with Bart Ell?
Not only does DVR conduct himself like a Fed, but he behaves as if he's above the law.
Not that I'm about to go to police. That's a bitch move. You're the one with bodyguards, you mook!
Scared shitless. Is that gravy running down your leg, or are you just hoping to not see me?
A grown "man," decades my senior, evades a direct, telephonic conversation, but phones my associates to find out dirt on me.
Don't stir the pot, and then make a run for it when it boils over. Calling around tryna hush me, and find out intel for your pet wetback.
Claims that I'm a basement-dwelling sponge to my parents, weighing over 300 pounds and that I'm a midget, rapist and pedophile.
What business of yours is it where I live or don't?* What I weigh?** That's some faggot K. Dubb shit.
Oh. And, if being average height somehow translates to "midget" for you, I'd like to know what drugs you're on, and how much of your brain doesn't have craters the size of the holes in a wedge of swiss cheese.
I bet if we collected all your posts up till this point, they might constitute a bestseller in the genre of fiction. So much make-believe, and so little time.
Pedophile, you say? Yes. All because of some satirical tweet (https://cutt.ly/KIe4LgH).
Rapist, huh? So now you just take the rape you perpetrated on my associates, pretend it didn't occur, and just call me one instead.
How's that workin' for ya?
* THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS
** THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WEIGH ANYWHERE CLOSE TO 300 POUNDS
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A great deal of the worst of his rants and slander have been expurgated. There is a constant churn going on. Just yesterday he posted a full play DOXX on Pandora and today it's gone.
Yeah! My guess is its that chick in his ear begging him to get off the AzzGab train.
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I have it on good authority (from more than one, independent source) that DVR has exploded into a fit of rage and despair when my name has come up in casual conversation.
On more than one occasion. Multiple times, to be exact.
And if he discovers that anybody is talking to me, he screams and yells at them in panicked, shrill outbursts of profanity - throwing physical tantrums.
He has phoned people I know, sobbing, in UGLY-CRIES-- weeping about the fear and paranoia I spark in his mind.
I am a definite trigger for the man.
Just to keep it 100: After all the things that have taken place, I have never once cried tears over posts made by DVR ... on any forum.
It just doesn't get to me like that.
I won't say I'm not interested in what gets written or said-- sure I am.
But its kinda more like I enjoy the attention, really.
So, the more he focuses on me, the better.
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[L.B. is] in [DVR's] ear begging him to get off the AzzGab train.
Imagine the pillow talk.
Elle Bee (reading in bed): 'What's the matter, babe?'
DVR (exasperated): 'Its the 4 foot 10 South African cross-dressing wigga. He's got me trigga'd.'
Elle Bee: 'You gotta stop focusing on Azzerae, Daoud.
DVR (sobbing uncontrollably): 'BUT HE MAKES ME SO MAD!!!'
Elle Bee: 'How about creating a new topic in the Positive Lifestyle Enhancements thread?'
DVR (blowing sad-snot into 4 pieces of Kleenex): 'I ... I don't have t-time for that ... I've ... I've gotta phone Jack!'
Elle Bee (prying the phone from DVR's hands): 'NO YOU DON'T! I BUILT YOU THIS ENTIRE WEBSITE & ALL YOU DO IS USE IT TO PROMOTE AZZERAE?!'
DVR (visibly annoyed): 'YOU DIDN'T SEE WHAT HE SAID ABOUT ME-- HE CALLED ME A RAPIST AGAIN!!!'
Elle Bee: 'Don't you get it? Every time you mention that albino, emo pygmy you're plugging his site & promoting his smear campaign!'
DVR: 'If you wanted to control me, you never should have bought me a website. I AM THE COMMANDER!!!"
Elle Bee (throwing DVR's belongings out the motel door into the snow): 'GET THE FUCK OUT.'
DVR: 'NO!!! PLEASE, L.B.-- DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I NEED YOU!!!'
Elle Bee (arms folded): 'You've made your choice. Enjoy railing against the dwarf rapper and his crew, but I'm through listening to your BS.'
*DOOR SLAMS*
DVR (all forlorn): 'I guess I better delete those threads. That's the only way she'll take me back.'
*DVR dials Jack*
Jack: 'Please state the nature of the medical emergency...'
DVR: 'Hey, man. Can you put me up till I'm back on my feet?'
Jack: 'Sure. Meet me at The Space Needle in 5.'
DVR: 'Speaking of needles-- I got some primo H for us to shoot up in the Denny's parking lot. Just, no needles. Elle Bee has my needles.'
Jack: 'You be little spoon. I only have one syringe. But I'll share my needle with you.'
*DVR grins maniacally*
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Laser, Jack, I.R. & everyone else!
I urge you to take screenshots and create archives with the Wayback Machine that document DVR's goofy, libellous post and threads.
Why? Because he's scrambling behind the scenes, attempting damage control, and has removed many - if not all - of the content in question.
Hidden it from public view, rather. Its still there, but only he and his multiple personalities have access to it.
Them and his one lackey, whoever-the-fuck... Ever noticed L.B. backward is B.L.(?)-- Does this mean Elle Bee is in cahoots with Bart Ell?
Not only does DVR conduct himself like a Fed, but he behaves as if he's above the law.
Not that I'm about to go to police. That's a bitch move. You're the one with bodyguards, you mook!
Scared shitless. Is that gravy running down your leg, or are you just hoping to not see me?
A grown "man," decades my senior, evades a direct, telephonic conversation, but phones my associates to find out dirt on me.
Don't stir the pot, and then make a run for it when it boils over. Calling around tryna hush me, and find out intel for your pet wetback.
Claims that I'm a basement-dwelling sponge to my parents, weighing over 300 pounds and that I'm a midget, rapist and pedophile.
What business of yours is it where I live or don't?* What I weigh?** That's some faggot K. Dubb shit.
Oh. And, if being average height somehow translates to "midget" for you, I'd like to know what drugs you're on, and how much of your brain doesn't have craters the size of the holes in a wedge of swiss cheese.
I bet if we collected all your posts up till this point, they might constitute a bestseller in the genre of fiction. So much make-believe, and so little time.
Pedophile, you say? Yes. All because of some satirical tweet (https://cutt.ly/KIe4LgH).
Rapist, huh? So now you just take the rape you perpetrated on my associates, pretend it didn't occur, and just call me one instead.
How's that workin' for ya?
* THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS
** THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WEIGH ANYWHERE CLOSE TO 300 POUNDS
I have been in the habit of saving shots from RubiniGab, but usually only when there is something of interest and new. The same old stuff was getting ugly and stale.
When Angie was doxxed, Groyper pleaded innocence.
(https://i.postimg.cc/qMvPbHCj/RG1.png) (https://postimg.cc/Cd9r5t7q)
My impression is that Rubini met Elle Bee through Groyper's podcast.
Elle Bee has been such a stablizing influence on Rubini,
I think we can now call RubiniGab something like RubellaGab.
Frankly, though, it never occured to me that Elle Bee might be Lilith Brig.
Lilith sounded like such a sweet and somewhat frail older woman
when she called into Young Stolp and praised Tim Ozman and Rubini on air.
Elle Bee sounds much younger and apparently has a solid business sense.
She enters the chatroom here about 12 minutes in:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAM3SsEI-_I&list=PL4Qqg-VdBZY0Lp3B-oJm-brxru_EXlhnc&index=10
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I have been in the habit of saving shots from RubiniGab, but usually only when there is something of interest and new.
And for that, I consider you a good egg.
Don't hold back, by the way. Post everything and anything.
This DVR motherfucker seems to think he's shaming or embarrassing me, when I couldn't care a damn one way or the other.
It just shows us that he's uncertain about what his next move should be because he's hurriedly pulling down incriminating posts.
He probably thinks he's baiting me, but all he's doing is promoting this website, free of charge-- Thanks for the marketing Dollars, DVR!
His little sideshow is a riot! Really!
#KeepEmComing
The same old stuff was getting ugly and stale.
Repetition is important (to me).
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Pedophile, you say? All because of some satirical tweet (https://cutt.ly/KIe4LgH).
It may not be funny to you, but most people can recognise a joke when they see one.
It may be a weak joke. It may be in poor taste. But, a joke is all it is.
I don't just delete content coz some nut job in Dallas took a fine tooth comb to my entire life story (where I've gone, who I know, what I do) and came up empty on every occasion.
I leave shit up. Nibba.
So you take a nothing burger, and you try make steak. But it just don't work that way.
Everything you've thrown at the wall has failed to stick-- and so, you abandon your wagons, fit to be tied, scurrying off into the shadows (https://cutt.ly/BIrxFyQ) - panting, sweating bullets.
Realise: you'll NEVER win.
END OF BIND. (https://cutt.ly/OIrcpOQ)
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My impression is that Rubini met Elle Bee through Groyper's podcast.
Thanks for your work, Laser.
I'll be delving into this (https://cutt.ly/kIrc78a) more deeply on a 'cast.
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HOT OFF THE PRESSES!
BEFORE IT DISAPPEARS FOREVER.
WE WILL DOCUMENT YOUR DOWNFALL.
Tuesday, January 11th, 2022
07:39:06 AM
'Honor the Golden Rule'
You lie and doxx me, harass and shitcast and clout chase and cry and are hurt and triggered and are angry when I hold up a mirror?
Poor hypocritical cowards. FOOLS.
GOSSIPYING CYBER-STALKING HIVE MIND
BITCHES.
There is no shitcast episodes.
You are guilty though of trashing my full name.
I am not guilty of any of your deeds or lies on me. And feigning mental illness is no license to lie and attempt to ruin me.
You evil heathen.
You have successfully been trolled and I am
Innocent you sick demonic lying twats.
Mission accomplished triggered hypocritical liars.
You are pathetic.
GO AWAY!
THE COMMANDER OF KARMA
#WINNING
Go Away.
Including LB
SOLO.
#LEGACY
#CLASS
#Genius
#OFFICIAL
- THE COMMANDER
WE WATCH. WE WAIT. WE WILL STILL KILL.
YOU DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE WHO I AM.
AND UNTIL YOU CAN STAND WHERE I DO, SIT DOWN.
I'M GLAD THAT YOU HATE ME ENOUGH TO SPEND YOUR TIME ON ME.
I STILL WIN THEN, DON'T I?
I WILL DESTROY EVERYONE IN MY PATH: YOU FIRST.
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More commentary to follow.
It will not be left up to providence this time.
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Holy fucking shit, that was quick!
Good thing I captured the whole schpiel immediately-- it is now immortalised forever!
I've got more dirt on you, doggy.
Caterwauling like a bitch over what Mr. Potato Head said about you.
What, are we in 4th grade? Jesus Christ!!!
The Frog King sure did right by titling that video of his 'Men Who Behave Like Woman.'
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More commentary to follow..
I've got way more to say, but let me get these WMD's off my back and into the hands of the base heads.
Hey, a guy's gotta make a living, huh.
[THIS STORY IS DEVELOPING]
LOVE & I AM
SATHANE
AZZMODEUS
BA'AL AAZAARAA
HATE & WE ARE
LEGION
From Ka'bah to the Sands of the Sahara,
Through The Magician Jesus Christ.
TBC
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You thought you needed therapy after Mr. Potato Head uttered your name?
You're gonna need a team of doctors when we're finished with you!
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6/6/6
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I've got way more to say, but let me get these WMD's off my back and into the hands of the base heads.
Hey, a guy's gotta make a living, huh.
[THIS STORY IS DEVELOPING]
LOVE & I AM
SATHANE
AZZMODEUS
BA'AL AAZAARAA
HATE & WE ARE
LEGION
From Ka'bah to the Sands of the Sahara,
Through The Magician Jesus Christ.
TBC
Your account wasn't recently hacked was it? This lastest spate of posts have a certain Je ne sais quoi-esque flavor...
https://youtu.be/Qjr7kykjR4M
Axing for a fiend.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Your account wasn't recently hacked was it?
Let's run with that.
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Holy fucking shit, that was quick!
Good thing I captured the whole schpiel immediately-- it is now immortalised forever!
I've got more dirt on you, doggy.
Caterwauling like a bitch over what Mr. Potato Head said about you.
What, are we in 4th grade? Jesus Christ!!!
The Frog King sure did right by titling that video of his 'Men Who Behave Like Woman.'
The current state of affairs.
(https://i.postimg.cc/kMWD2FYQ/Screenshot-from-2022-01-11-23-58-07.png) (https://postimg.cc/QVxjP53C)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCaeE1hwY1w
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(https://media4.giphy.com/media/gwUIEclGpi9ws/giphy.gif?cid=790b7611a5a434f0cd4144f5367b074fdfd6c877bc2fdfec&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g)
[OPERATION SCRUBBING BRUSH COMMENCE]
(https://media0.giphy.com/media/xsATxBQfeKHCg/giphy.gif?cid=790b7611e2dd4aa6d43768812c3a41cec91005c43a0788b7&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g)
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HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
(https://i.imgur.com/WTLqmQN.png)
Backing up the paedo posts, or scrubbing the site of all things Azzerae?
(https://media1.giphy.com/media/QBd2kLB5qDmysEXre9/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47budjxwqyl8xejarr01pocfdrpv44u16hqhg2w1k4&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g)
Only time will tell.
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Alright.
Let's clear some things up, coz it looks like someone's got shit all the way twiztid (https://cutt.ly/aIuJCNh).
There [were] no shitcast episodes.
NEWS FLASH!
Daoud never made any podcasts, just like I said.
It was, what you call, "all talk, no action." Wait, what?
Its pretty hard to flake out on a commitment that simply requires one to speak into a microphone.
What is so hard about that, to so many of these showbiz dinosaurs?
You spent all your time building up to Conspiracy Radio Network: no show.
Then you promised Meet the Rubini's: no show.
THEN, fabricated exposés on BellGab's creator, Mr. Potato Head, "me," and the rest of the Island of Misfit Toys.
I've made more than 300 podcasts to date. I've got subscribers. I follow through.
Yet, you're the real deal? A broadcaster? The best to ever do it?
Gimme a break. YOU FAILED. MISERABLY!
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Just to recap: these quotes are selected excerpts from a post DVR made on January 11th, 2022.
One which was swiftly retracted and removed from public view within an hour of being published.
Now, take a gander at this:
Go Away.
Including LB
SOLO.
In the post above, Daoud publicly denounces the very woman who he previously deemed an ally of his wrongdoings.
This indicates to me that I am right about another of Daoud's character flaws-- he is incapable of maintaining a stable relationship with anyone for an extended period of time.
He is so paranoid, self-absorbed and egotistical that any perceived slight AT ALL is considered a definite personal affront.
He then proceeds to the "turncoat" phase, and dishes any dirt he can muster on whoever it was he love-bombed prior to blowing a gasket.
I don't like being right about things. It feels icky, TBQH. I'm not an 'I told you so' or 'gotcha' guy (at least I don't see myself as that).
I am simply documenting one man's descent into psychosis.
Because if you fuck with me, I will destroy you in the end.
Some how, some way.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAM3SsEI-_I
In the Frog King's loosely assembled panel above, one can hear the insecurity in Daoud's voice-- and the pain he has suffered by being "mentioned online."
He alludes to needing therapy (faggot!)* and what people say about him on the internet affecting how he feels above himself.
He also says he's a "little screwy." Ya THINK?!
Another thing I noticed was how quickly DVR latched on to this 'Elle Bee' woman. She is not Brig. She is, however, an annoying, conceited huare.
Now, after cross-questioning this little cunt about who she voted for (among other things) Daoud expressed his interest in becoming "IRL" friends (his words).
See a pattern here? This schmuck hob knobs with low lives and scum bags-- the dregs of the earth, or Groyper's own little 'Wack Pack,' schmoozes his way in the room with his so-called Hollywood hotshot schtick, and once he sinks his claws into whoever it is he chooses to leech off of, he gets in their head, exerts force over their mind and soul, and attempts to control them fully.
Need I mention, Daoud comes off super rapey, and Elle Bee laps it the fuck up, because she clearly loves the attention from men, being that she is a psycho bitch with a distorted self-image.
Its no coincedence that Daoud's manipulative, faux charm is followed by rohypnol in a Motel 6.
Thank God DVR never got with L.B. in person, no?
* I am a firm believer in Psychiatry. Everyone knows that about me. But, seeking therapy over a forum feud? Aren't there bigger fish to fry? Matthew 7:1-3
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07:39:06 AM
Note at the time stamp.
I'm clearly the first thing that goes through his head upon waking, and the last thing (https://cutt.ly/xIu0DeH) he's consumed by before sleeping.
Because I know you keep vampiric hours, wop.
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Just to recap: these quotes are selected excerpts from a post DVR made on January 11th, 2022.
One which was swiftly retracted and removed from public view within an hour of being published.
Now, take a gander at this:
Go Away.
Including LB
SOLO.
In the post above, Daoud publicly denounces the very woman who he previously deemed an ally of his wrongdoings.
This indicates to me that I am right about another of Daoud's character flaws-- he is incapable of maintaining a stable relationship with anyone for an extended period of time.
He is so paranoid, self-absorbed and egotistical that any perceived slight AT ALL is considered a definite personal affront.
He then proceeds to the "turncoat" phase, and dishes any dirt he can muster on whoever it was he love-bombed prior to blowing a gasket.
I don't like being right about things. It feels icky, TBQH. I'm not an 'I told you so' or 'gotcha' guy (at least I don't see myself as that).
I am simply documenting one man's descent into psychosis.
Because if you fuck with me, I will destroy you in the end.
Some how, some way.
They have broken up before and gotten together again ... and again.
Founding member Elle Bee tried to talk some sense and restraint into Puff the Magic Commander ...
RubiniGab.com Q & A / RubiniGab: The Delta House Antics
« Last post by Elle Bee Rubini on July 17, 2021, 06:36:16 AM »
Commander Rubini!
I request an audience with the honorable Commander Rubini Tout De Suite in the BOARD ROOM!
Our mission statement upon formation of RubiniGab is in peril!!!
We birthed a baby gab and to my dismay, baby Rubini Gab has, at lightning speed, turned into a motley college fraternity house of debauchery and jockeying between the Gabs for who can hurl the worst insults back at each other. The BabyGab has been bayonetted out and you let in Groyper and his motley sidekick Asuka in. They have been egging on this hip hop battle of the gabs to see who can be the nastiest. Last I checked RubiniGab is winning at being the baddest baddie gab around. (Good job Commander, I digress!) Now, back to the matter at hand. How far is too far???
Have we been maligned unfairly ? YES!
Have lies been spread about banning IP's and other nonsense? YES!
Is it funny to point fingers at the pretentious and hypocritical nay-sayers? YES!
However, are we no better then them if we resort to base slapstick humor to point out their hypocrisy?
I ask you sir to consider that there are members (me) and future members and guests of guests who would prefer that we return to the original intent of this forum. What say you? Continue down this path of debauchery to win the battle of the Gabs or return to our earnest mission statement to maintain a civilized forum?
Remember the Mission Statement or forever perish in hell!
1- A forum to create a legal and positive fan-forum experience and culture that everyone of good ethics can and will be proud of which will stand the test of time.
2- RubiniGab was formed as a fan base forum for Mr. Rubini and like-minded content creators where users can proudly share current ideas, philosophies, opinions and research, on current and past events, covering a wide array of topics.
My sole request is that you recognize that the over-the-top college fraternity antics leaves no safe space for a positive experience for the rest of us.
Respectfully submitted,
Libby Biddy Baddy Baby,
CO-Founding Member of RubiniGab
... but Old Bad Ass was having none of it.
RubiniGab.com Q & A / Hell To THE NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Re: RubiniGab: The Delta House Antics
« Last post by DavidRubini on July 17, 2021, 08:24:49 AM »
Libby Biddy Baddy Baby,
My heart is aching for you, I can't stand it
I need your love, am I so demanding?
I'm givin' it up for your love - everything!
Hmmm.... Well I thought about it. You know I'm not playing! You better listen to me!
Every word I've been saying! What's Hot is cold, and what's cold is hot.
Tell ya one damn thang fo sho honey nut...
I'll give it EVERYTHING I have got!
However, I have to be true to myself. I refuse to kowtow to my anti-fans, honey bee! They act like they want my respect but they clearly do not deserve anything but what they deliver and dish.
You don't understand the art and psychology of WAR - not like I do.
I am the MASTER of their desired disaster my sweet tender sugar dumplin'!
TRUST ME!
BELIEVE ME!
My sweet honey sugar muffins... baby... they wanna WAR my super duper sugar smacks crazy lady baby!
So, let's give it to 'em!
Let's GIVE 'EM what they secretly WANT and what they LOVE!
Let's give it to 'em GOOD!
Real GOOD!!!!!!!
And he went FULL FUCKING RUBINI!
(https://i.postimg.cc/3Jh32JQJ/RG.png) (https://postimages.org/)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpnWwqwwkTU
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You evil heathen.
I will PROUDLY turn my demons loose on you, and knit 1000 DVR-themed Voodoo dolls with the aid of my white slaves.
you sick demonic lying twats.
I actually possess a posse of midgets-- fashioned off the Hebrew Golem, and they will do my bidding, as well.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAM3SsEI-_I
In the Frog King's loosely assembled panel above, one can hear the insecurity in Daoud's voice-- and the pain he has suffered by being "mentioned online."
He alludes to needing therapy (faggot!) and what people say about him on the internet affecting how he feels above himself.
He also says he's a "little screwy." Ya THINK?!
Another thing I noticed was how quickly DVR latched on to this 'Elle Bee' woman. She is not Brig. She is, however, an annoying, conceited huare.
Now, after cross-questioning this little cunt about who she voted for (among other things) Daoud expressed his interest in becoming "IRL" friends (his words).
See a pattern here? This schmuck hob knobs with low lives and scum bags-- the dregs of the earth, or Groyper's own little 'Wack Pack,' schmoozes his way in the room with his so-called Hollywood hotshot schtick, and once he sinks his claws into whoever it is he chooses to leech off of, he gets in their head, exerts force over their mind and soul, and attempts to control them fully.
Need I mention, Daoud comes off super rapey, and Elle Bee laps it the fuck up, because she clearly loves the attention from men, being that she is a psycho bitch with a distorted self-image.
Its no coincedence that Daoud's manipulative, faux charm is followed by rohypnol in a Motel 6.
Thank God DVR never got with L.B. in person, no?
He tried, but unsuccessfully, to seduce Connective Tissue as well.
Elle Bee doesn't deserve the same harshness as Black Jack Davy.
She's not the first one to be taken in by this famous infamous producer, agent, conman.
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'Honor the Golden Rule'
You missed a 'U,' Yankee Doodle.
Honour the "Golden Rule?"
I'm headed straight to the pits of Hell when I leave this earth.
I gotta destroy you in every way (https://vocaroo.com/1kAc4QurzjpD) humanly* possible, in order to exact my revenge.
Fortunately for you, one CANNOT KILL WHAT THEY DID NOT CREATE! (https://cutt.ly/rIu8WCZ)
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pw/ACtC-3ehIXR6yICMZ2f8ekzFBPin9hJ4C7gjAvxiCCsyx6KunXj6M0ulbvkRdTfy9s-YQ4Z37587UvOvGeKljHg81ADyOvuwhCperDxVdrSz3R-hwRHr7Maptb8FgwVntnNe3MSfn3h61Hyz1qggPgX16Qnn=w787-h256-no)
I don't "treat people as I'd like to be treated," that's some faggot soft cock shit that your Mommy - who still packs your maccheroni-stuffed lunchbox - taught you, because she was too gentle on you and never taught you boundaries.
* Notice I said humanly, not HUMANELY.
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And you can tell the people you roll with whatever you want.
But you and I know (https://cutt.ly/vIu7Qk9) what's goin' on.
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I will PROUDLY turn my demons loose on you, and knit 1000 DVR-themed Voodoo dolls with the aid of my white slaves.
I actually possess a posse of midgets-- fashioned off the Hebrew Golem, and they will do my bidding, as well.
These should do as well.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ-nxhAJir4
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feigning mental illness is no license to lie and attempt to ruin me.
You're right. I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't care.
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Read your PM, NOW! Thank you. :-*
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You're right. I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't care.
I care.
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hxxps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ-nxhAJir4
More like:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nra7OmV1IzE
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Muchas gracias!
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Hey, Azz!!! Are you ignoring me??? Read your GD, DM!!! Thank you. :-*
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Read your PM...
I'm absolutely fine!
But I'm in a noisy environment, not home-- so I can't talk at the moment.
I'm sorry about that.
I gotta handle this beef (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=113.msg16701#msg16701) right now.
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Hey, Azz!!! Are you ignoring me???
I read my inbox. Can't talk right now, sorry.
And, no, I'm not blanking you.
I'm dealing with this DVR shit.
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I read my inbox. Can't talk right now, sorry.
And, no, I'm not blanking you.
I'm dealing with this DVR shit.
Got your message. Alright. Let me know whether there is anything I can do to help.
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Let me know whether there is anything I can do to help.
Well, that's cool, and I appreciate the offer.
Starr, I don't know if you noticed it, but I've had your back from day one.
I mean it, Starr - you ever need somebody offed: 'Whose throat is it?'
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Well, that's cool, and I appreciate the offer.
Starr, I don't know if you noticed it, but I've had your back from day one.
I mean it, Starr - you ever need somebody offed: 'Whose throat is it?'
Lol, thanks. But I'm more into repairing than disparing. But you already know that. ;)
I also know that there are those who wish to damage those they are jealous of to bring them down to their level. Those are the ones that should be recycled. 8)
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More like:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nra7OmV1IzE
This little Rubini seems to know what he's doing.
Rest assured, he gets it in the end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJM2jgPe6Ew
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Founding member Elle Bee tried to talk some sense and restraint into Puff the Magic Commander ...
RubiniGab.com Q & A / RubiniGab: The Delta House Antics
« Last post by Elle Bee Rubini on July 17, 2021, 06:36:16 AM »
Commander Rubini!
I request an audience with the honorable Commander Rubini Tout De Suite in the BOARD ROOM!
Our mission statement upon formation of RubiniGab is in peril!!!
We birthed a baby gab and to my dismay, baby Rubini Gab has, at lightning speed, turned into a motley college fraternity house of debauchery and jockeying between the Gabs for who can hurl the worst insults back at each other. The BabyGab has been bayonetted out and you let in Groyper and his motley sidekick Asuka in. They have been egging on this hip hop battle of the gabs to see who can be the nastiest. Last I checked RubiniGab is winning at being the baddest baddie gab around. (Good job Commander, I digress!) Now, back to the matter at hand. How far is too far???
Have we been maligned unfairly ? YES!
Have lies been spread about banning IP's and other nonsense? YES!
Is it funny to point fingers at the pretentious and hypocritical nay-sayers? YES!
However, are we no better then them if we resort to base slapstick humor to point out their hypocrisy?
I ask you sir to consider that there are members (me) and future members and guests of guests who would prefer that we return to the original intent of this forum. What say you? Continue down this path of debauchery to win the battle of the Gabs or return to our earnest mission statement to maintain a civilized forum?
Remember the Mission Statement or forever perish in hell!
1- A forum to create a legal and positive fan-forum experience and culture that everyone of good ethics can and will be proud of which will stand the test of time.
2- RubiniGab was formed as a fan base forum for Mr. Rubini and like-minded content creators where users can proudly share current ideas, philosophies, opinions and research, on current and past events, covering a wide array of topics.
My sole request is that you recognize that the over-the-top college fraternity antics leaves no safe space for a positive experience for the rest of us.
Respectfully submitted,
Libby Biddy Baddy Baby,
CO-Founding Member of RubiniGab
You see, now this is the type of shit I'm talkin' about.
That little narcy huare of his - who loves male attention - the same woman who YouTube's about other people (https://www.youtube.com/c/LeslieBass/videos) all day, doxxing 'em and draggin' 'em-- she tries to discourage DVR from the ongoing mud slinging match.
And I love that he can't leave me alone. He is incapable of letting this go. Oh, I'm SURE he wants me to just "GO AWAY," but that ain't fuckin' happenin' man!
This cunt-flap closet dyke won't even let peripheral players like Zulu or Froggy in? Who do they allow through the door, anyway?! NO WONDER THEY HAVE NO USER BASE.
You can't run a forum and only allow those who are "vetted" in. Those who's opinions dovetail your own! Where's the fun in that?
HA HAAH HAAAAH!!!
Its so funny to see baldy take a fat L (https://cutt.ly/FIiulVq) in his ass!
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hxxps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJM2jgPe6Ew
That's Goddamn creepy, bruh!
Looks like one of my little helpers.
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DVR. Tell me, fuckhead.
Why do you incessantly poke your nose into other guy's cooze?
This L.B. huare has a husband.
I see a pattern emerge.
You broke up 2 of my friends with your "hotel antics."
And now you're all infatuated with another man's bitch?
You are a reverse cuck. You like snatchin' up the sloppy seconds.
I bet you like sinking your dick in a freshly cream-pied anus like its nobodies business.
I bet you kiss prostitutes on the mouth after your boys cum on their faces.
I know you suffer pattern baldness, and prob'ly even need a li'l blue bill to keep it up.
No wonder you defile the innocent. Its all about power for you, noodle-douche.
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These should do as well.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ-nxhAJir4
Wait. Lionel Barrymore in drag??? Who knew?! :o :o :o ;D
Be back later. I gotta find the full movie of this! ;) ;D
I think I found it.
https://putlockers.fm/watch/RGbVW4GY-the-devil-doll.html
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Elle Bee doesn't deserve the same harshness as Black Jack Davy.
She's not the first one to be taken in by this famous infamous producer, agent, conman.
You're a far more level-headed man than I, Laser. I don't like her face, or her attitude. And if she's Team Rubini, best believe its orange jumpsuit, blindfold, kneeling-in-the-sand and beheading on camera time-- All round.
*LIGHTS OUT*
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You're a far more level-headed man than I, Laser. I don't like her face, or her attitude. And if she's Team Rubini, best believe its orange jumpsuit, blindfold, kneeling-in-the-sand and beheading on camera time-- All round.
*LIGHTS OUT*
Groyper would probably know more about this. He was brought into the fold when RubiniGab was being born. You could call him a Godfather or even a midwife.
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And to think, it all began one fateful day on BellGab, when I asked the Frog King, 'Who the fuck is David Rubini?"
The line that followed is as profound today as it was when I first read it.
He said, 'DAVID RUBINI IS DAVID RUBINI.'
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Groyper would probably know more about this. He was brought into the fold when RubiniGab was being born. You could call him a Godfather or even a midwife.
Groyper and I have always been on good terms. He's a solid dude.
He's always kept things honest and respectful.
Addressed me one on one like a man, many times.
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Wait. Lionel Barrymore in drag??? Who knew?! :o :o :o ;D
Be back later. I gotta find the full movie of this! ;) ;D
I think I found it.
https://putlockers.fm/watch/RGbVW4GY-the-devil-doll.html
Yandex (https://yandex.eu) Finds everything
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Groyper and I have always been on good terms. He's a solid dude.
He's always kept things honest and respectful.
Addressed me one on one like a man, many times.
He got out of there fast.
i was played, punked, and bamboozled! curse you, Jewbini!
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Wait. Lionel Barrymore in drag??? Who knew?! :o :o :o ;D
Be back later. I gotta find the full movie of this! ;) ;D
I think I found it.
https://putlockers.fm/watch/RGbVW4GY-the-devil-doll.html
One commenter suggested that Barrymore in drag reminds him of Mrs. Doubtfire. Yes, I agree! ;D
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LB asked me nicely to remove posts on NiggerGab that me and Richard made about Rubini and her being on meth. I forgot NiggerGab still existed and the posts were very old. So logged in and removed them.
NiggerGab was a test to see how long it would take Create a Forum to take the site down but they never did. After i deleted the posts about Rubini being on meth i tried to delete NiggerGab. Because no one was modding it and anyone could make an account and post a bunch of sheeeeeeeit and i would never know because i never went to it. But i learned that once you make a Create a forum account it can not be deleted. So i posted some pix of naked morbidly obese melanin enriched sheboons and reported it and NiggerGab was gone in 15 minutes.
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LB asked me nicely to remove posts on NiggerGab that me and Richard made about Rubini and her being on meth. I forgot NiggerGab still existed and the posts were very old. So logged in and removed them.
NiggerGab was a test to see how long it would take Create a Forum to take the site down but they never did. After i deleted the posts about Rubini being on meth i tried to delete NiggerGab. Because no one was modding it and anyone could make an account and post a bunch of sheeeeeeeit and i would never know because i never went to it. But i learned that once you make a Create a forum account it can not be deleted. So i posted some pix of naked morbidly obese melanin enriched sheboons and reported it and NiggerGab was gone in 15 minutes.
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You’re a Goddamn ace, Asuka. 😉
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But i learned that once you make a Create a forum account it can not be deleted. So i posted some pix of naked morbidly obese melanin enriched sheboons and reported it and NiggerGab was gone in 15 minutes.
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Just a sample of the Wonderful World of Rubini ©
Flat Earth / YouTube CENSORING Flat Earth! Watch these FE Videos before the TRUTH disappears
« Last post by RubiniGabber 1 on Today at 04:14:51 PM »
A 52 deck of the dumbest psyop sewage this side of 8kun.
TOO LONG DIDN'T WATCH
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It would be difficult indeed to overstate my satisfaction with how recent events have unfolded, but here goes:
"I win!!!"
LB asked me nicely to remove posts on NiggerGab that me and Richard made about Rubini and her being on meth.
☆polite chuckle☆
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I see a pattern emerge.
You broke up 2 of my friends with your "hotel antics."
We shall know our disinformation campaign has been successful, when absolutely everything that Azzerae-Lee Intelligence thinks they know to be true is absolutely false.
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DVR. Tell me, fuckhead.
Why do you incessantly poke your nose into other guy's cooze?
In my view, he is financially recompensed to undertake controlled opposition strikes against vulnerable targets of a particular nature. In my case, whomever was in charge of identifying my vulnerabilities were woefully uninformed.
I can be nothing but in possession of full certitude that operational parameters have shifted significantly. Wow, what's that like?
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Whatevs. YAWN. ::)
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We shall know our disinformation campaign has been successful, when absolutely everything that Azzerae-Lee Intelligence thinks they know to be true is absolutely false.
https://youtu.be/E5zUaiSejqg
Super Glue<sniff?>
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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In my view, he is financially recompensed to undertake controlled opposition strikes against vulnerable targets of a particular nature. In my case, whomever was in charge of identifying my vulnerabilities were woefully uninformed.
I can be nothing but in possession of full certitude that operational parameters have shifted significantly. Wow, what's that like?
https://youtu.be/UrdkN24a0dc
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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https://youtu.be/oyOfHYjPYOI
https://youtu.be/UrdkN24a0dc
At this point, what an UPGRADE that would make.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
By the way, I might have changed The Itinerary, post reception: we've got to stop at The Pound. Because, uh... uhh-hhh, reasons.
It won't take long, and it won't hurt a bit! Me, anyway. Also, I downgraded your round trip ticket to a one way, so we can... well, we got a deal. I mean, I got a deal. A travel deal. You know, for our upcoming travel. It's a good one! It's a good deal! It's a great deal. Would I lie to you? What other options might you have? It's so good it has to be true, and you're kind of forced into it at this point by now anyway. Look, don't answer that at least somewhat tenuously rhetorical question; you got enough on your mind already (you're not fat), get back to eating your special surgical salad, put away those cherry bonbons, and for the love of God, get rid of the ‘resting merman face’ (what a stupid name); if you don't make changes soon, your face will stay that way forever—and noone wants that, believe Me.
Trust Me: you know Me. If you take even one (1) too many steps too close to the altar without taking care of this problem, I will slap that little f****** b**** face off of you before you can say, “God save the Queen.” Believe Me. Don't think I can't do it. You know I won't not do it. My willingness to preserve human beauty in the face of any & all adversity is legendary. It's even on record.
Too close, if one were to ask me, but of course no one ever bothers to. Brain the size of a planet, why would anyone bother Me with such a trivial matter? Get real. Get serious. Get a grip.
No, not there. It's a little higher up. No, higher. No really.
F****** HIGHER. *SLAM*
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https://youtu.be/BQrxsyGTztM
At this point, what an UPGRADE that would make.
By the way, I might have changed The Itinerary, post reception: we've got to stop at The Pound. Because, uh... uhh-hhh, reasons.
It won't take long, and it won't hurt a bit! Me, anyway. Also, I downgraded your round trip ticket to a one way, so we can... well, we got a deal. I mean, I got a deal. A travel deal. You know, for our upcoming travel. It's a good one! It's a good deal! It's a great deal. Would I lie to you? What other options might you have? It's so good it has to be true, and you're kind of forced into it at this point by now anyway. Look, don't answer that at least somewhat tenuously rhetorical question; you got enough on your mind already (you're not fat), get back to eating your special surgical salad, put away those cherry bonbons, and for the love of God, get rid of the ‘resting merman face’ (what a stupid name); if you don't make changes soon, your face will stay that way forever—and noone wants that, believe Me.
Trust Me: you know Me. If you take even one (1) too many steps too close to the altar without taking care of this problem, I will slap that little f****** b**** face off of you before you can say, “God save the Queen.” Believe Me. Don't think I can't do it. You know I won't not do it. My willingness to preserve human beauty in the face of any & all adversity is legendary. It's even on record.
Too close, if one were to ask me, but of course no one ever bothers to. Brain the size of a planet, why would anyone bother Me with such a trivial matter? Get real. Get serious. Get a grip.
No, not there. It's a little higher up. No, higher. No really.
F****** HIGHER. *SLAM*
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=130.0;attach=766;image)
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DVR. Tell me, fuckhead.
Where is the nuance? Where is the gravitas? Get your s*** together, Pillhound—you are this close to TOTES ANNIHILATION. *polite schwing!!!*
“How close am I?” I can hear you asking. I'm all the way back here in the cheapest seats the EconoLodge has to offer... “How cheap are they?” I can hear you asking. Well, I'll tell you this: Christ, they ain't that cheap, for the dough my mother's estate's trust's attorney is shelling out for this place... for this palace, I could probably afford to feed at least 1 and 3/4 more peacocks—truly, the most beneficial of #ALLBIRDS—per diem. And yet, I am not. And do you know why?
NO, YOU DON'T. YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE IT'S CLASSIFIED. FU == Y, MOTHERFU— *decay*
Oh well, at least it's not another unpaid, unticketed, & unsung Island bastard. Semper fi
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Where is the nuance? Where is the gravitas? Get your s*** together, Pillhound—you are this close to TOTES ANNIHILATION.[/b] *polite schwing!!!*
“How close am I?” I can hear you asking. I'm all the way back here in the cheapest seats the EconoLodge has to offer... “How cheap are they?” I can hear you asking. Well, I'll tell you this: Christ, they ain't that cheap, for the dough my mother's estate's trust's attorney is shelling out for this place... for this palace, I could probably afford to feed at least 1 and 3/4 more peacocks—truly, the most beneficial of #ALLBIRDS—per diem. And yet, I am not. And do you know why?
NO, YOU DON'T. YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE IT'S CLASSIFIED. FU == Y, MOTHERFU— *decay*
Oh well, at least it's not another unpaid, unticketed, & unsung Island bastard. Semper fi
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(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Jesus, you have really let yourself go since the reunion. Eewww. Just... eewww.
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https://youtu.be/ir8aXF0t4SM
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Pillhound
No, no I don't do drugs.
Why, do you have some?
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(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
HEHE
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No, no I don't do drugs.
I didn't call you a Pill–do’er... I called you a Pillhound... Because you f****** well are one. You hound. It's what you do. It's all you do. All day, everyday hounding people for their f*****’ content. Pills. Whatevah.
Why, do you have some?
Warm up your Zoom client, Zoomer. In just 5 minutes, I'll put some goddam hair on your chest.
Believe it, Kid: I'm not trifling with you, either.
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HEHE
I'm sorry, I just woke up and I'm too drunk to go get your package so I can throw it in the river. Maybe later. *click*
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In my view, he is financially recompensed to undertake controlled opposition strikes against vulnerable targets of a particular nature. In my case, whomever was in charge of identifying my vulnerabilities were woefully uninformed.
I can be nothing but in possession of full certitude that operational parameters have shifted significantly. Wow, what's that like?
Dude: we can all get on Zoom. Imagine the Sevenfold 4-Way Path forward. Just think of it.
Breathtaking, I can assure you. DO IT.
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You're a funny guy, Sully. That's why I'm going to kill you last.
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I just dropped a fucking pill, mom don't vacuum!
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I just dropped a fucking pill, mom don't vacuum!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5nzLQ63c9E
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You're a funny guy, Sully. That's why I'm going to kill you last.
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I just dropped a fucking pill, mom don't vacuum!
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Some penance is due.
There's a line.
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There's a line.
Gimme a break.
::)
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There's a line.
That's rich coming from you, dude. No, you're not annoying at all. ::)
MY FIST < YOUR FACE
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(https://i.postimg.cc/qRCdhqnv/flatearthhoaxdisinfo.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Flat Earth Psy Op is the Real Conspiracy (https://themillenniumreport.com/2016/08/flat-earth-psy-op-is-the-real-conspiracy/)
Fake “Flat Earth” Conspiracy Finally Outed As C.I.A. Psyop (https://themillenniumreport.com/2017/11/fake-flat-earth-conspiracy-finally-outed-as-cia-psyop/)
There is perhaps no greater Internet-wide PSYOP than the CIA-directed Flat Earth Conspiracy (FEC).
Enter the flat Earth “movement”. A controlled opposition COINTELPRO psychological operation from day 1, complete with its own books and videos full of fake and misleading disinformation, its fake internet bloggers, its fake followers and fake “grass-roots” (i.e. astroturf)movement and fake spiritual awakening. A resurrected notion that was so ridiculous it was easily put to rest thousands of years before NASA, Google Earth or computers, by people who were a whole lot more in touch with their true spiritual nature than most are today.
You don’t have to believe NASA is telling the truth to recognize that FE is a fraud, specifically designed to infiltrate and take over the CT communities to distract and ultimately attempt to destroy the credibility of all conspiracy theories AND THE BIBLE (which does NOT teach FE).
That’s the REAL goal of FE, and why it needs to be exposed for what it is: a clever, satanic form of psychological warfare designed to divide and conquer by confusing, distracting and controlling the opposition who are slowly but surely learning that NO government agency is “for” the people.
Government, like organized religion, is a CORPORATE BUSINESS, designed to lie to, steal from, and control the masses, who would otherwise rise up against them and their evil leaders and aims.
And government agents and assets, just like their counterparts in organized religion, will continue to deceive the public until their tactics and methods are exposed.
If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, swims like a duck and quacks like a duck…it’s probably a duck.
If it looks like a COINTELPRO PSYOP, employs a myriad of well-documented signature mind-control tactics, rolls out fake and intentionally misleading DISINFORMATION in a sustained campaign of books, videos and interviews FILLED with outright lies and logical fallacies, and comes out of relative obscurity to do all of this at a critical juncture in human history where the world stands on the precipice of the third and FINAL world war…it’s a government controlled-opposition job managed by the so-called “intelligence” services.
And anyone towing the government line, using the mind-control tricks of the CIA trade, is obviously a trained agent or asset.
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Rubini, a glow nigger? Jack, can you confirm? ???
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Rubini, a glow nigger? Jack, can you confirm? ???
In my view, he is financially recompensed to undertake controlled opposition strikes against vulnerable targets of a particular nature. In my case, whomever was in charge of identifying my vulnerabilities were woefully uninformed.
That is close to saying so without admitting anything.
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nigger
In violation of the terms of service, I award you the ultimate booby prize: top right.
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In violation of the terms of service, I award you the ultimate booby prize: top right.
Why don’t we actually do that here? Top right, I mean.
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Why don’t we actually do that here? Top right, I mean.
Because I think I've copied BellGab enough.
I'm not an all out plagiarist.
Do you think it'd enhance the user experience?
We could take a vote.
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Because I think I've copied BellGab enough.
I'm not an all out plagiarist.
Do you think it'd enhance the user experience?
We could take a vote.
I think it was a significant part of Bellgab fun but I also understand why Lee turfed it out to various members. Probably a lot of work.
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I think it was a significant part of Bellgab fun but I also understand why Lee turfed it out to various members. Probably a lot of work.
For the sake of tradition I'll look into (https://cutt.ly/ZIOE4ri) it.
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I'm not an all out plagiarist..
A stickler would beg to differ.
The Antichrist is said to be the polar opposite of Christ and His ultimate enemy. According to Christian tradition, he will reign terribly in the period prior to the Last Judgment.
The Antichrist first appeared in the epistles of St. John, and the fully developed story of the Antichrist's life and reign is found in medieval texts. As applied to various individuals and institutions for nearly two millennia, the Antichrist and his precursor have been, and remain, terms of the most intense opprobrium.
The Christian conception of the Antichrist was derived from Jewish traditions, particularly in The Book of Daniel in the Hebrew Bible. Written about 167 BCE, it foretold the coming of a final persecutor who would speak great words against the most High and wear out the saints of the most High, and think to change times and laws.
Scholars agree that the author of Daniel was alluding to the contemporary Hellenistic ruler of Palestine, Antiochus Epiphanes, who attempted to extirpate Judaism. But because Antiochus was not named, later readers could apply the prediction in Daniel to any persecutor. Early Christians applied it to the Roman emperors who persecuted the church, in particular Nero.
The four books of the New Testament that fueled Christian belief in the Antichrist were the first two epistles of John, the Revelation to John, and the second epistle of Paul to the Thessalonians. The first three of these were written near the end of the 1st century CE. The last was written either by the apostle Paul or by one of Paul's immediate disciples some 20 or 30 years later. Neither II Thessalonians nor Revelation use the term Antichrist, but both works refer to a coming persecutor who is evidently the same person. The first epistle of John introduces an important distinction between "the" Antichrist who will come and the many antichrists who are already active in the world. This distinction not only enabled believers to denigrate contemporaries as "antichrists" without having to label a single individual as "the" Antichrist but also allowed them to identify the "body of the Antichrist" as a collectivity existing in the present but destined to have its day of triumph in the future.
Nevertheless, early Christians tended to emphasize the coming of the one great Antichrist. The Revelation to John refers to this figure as "the Beast from the Abyss" and "the Beast from the Sea". In the most sustained account of his appearance, II Thessalonians 2:1-12, he is called "the man of sin" and the "son of perdition." He will come at a time of a general apostasy, deceive people with signs and wonders, sit in the temple of God, and claim to be God himself. Finally, he will be defeated by Jesus, who will destroy him by "the spirit of his mouth" and "the brightness of his coming."
Because even II Thessalonians is sketchy about the details of Antichrist's person and the nature of his reign, a succession of biblical commentators and pseudonymous apocalyptic writers from the era of the Church Fathers and the early Middle Ages began to provide the missing features. Their work was integrated into a brief treatise in the 10th century by a monk from Lorraine, Adso of Montier-en-Der, in a letter to Queen Gerberga of France.
Adso's letter became the standard medieval reference work on the Antichrist. In the 13th century it was partially supplanted by several chapters on the Antichrist in Hugh Ripelin's extremely popular handbook, Compendium theologicae veritatis entitled the "Compendium of Theological Truth." Although it was more orderly, Ripelin's account differed from Adso's only in minor details.
The medieval view of the Antichrist communicated by Adso, Ripelin, and a host of other writers rested on the principle that the Antichrist is the parodic opposite of Christ in all things. Antichrist literally means "opposed to Christ." Thus, as Christ was born of a virgin by means of conception by the Holy Spirit, so the Antichrist will be born of a whore by means of conception by a diabolical spirit. Although opinions differed as to whether the Antichrist's father will be a man or a demon, in either case the Antichrist will be, as commonly noted in the Middle Ages, "full of the devil" from the time of his conception. Both Christ and the Antichrist are born of the Jews, but the Antichrist will be born of the tribe of Dan, "the viper in the road," rather than the tribe of Judah, and in Babylon, not Bethlehem. Like Christ, the Antichrist will grow up in obscurity and begin his open "ministry" at age 30, gaining followers by giving signs and performing miracles. The signs and miracles once more are polar opposites of Christ’s, because the Antichrist's supposed miracles will be only tricks.
The Antichrist's triumphant reign (never clearly distinguished from the start of his ministry) will last for three and a half years. Like Christ, the qAntichrist will come to Jerusalem, but, as the opposite of Christ, he will be enthusiastically hailed and revered by the Jews. During his reign he will rebuild the Temple and sit on the throne of Solomon in a sacrilegious and hideous inversion of just priesthood and just kingship. He will convert the rulers of the earth to his cause and persecute Christians dreadfully. All those who resist his wiles will be tortured, and - as Jesus prophesied in the book of Matthew. There will be "great suffering, such as has not been from the beginning of the world until now." The two great prophets Enoch and Elijah, who never died but were spirited away to the earthly paradise, will arrive to preach against the tyrant and comfort the elect, but the Antichrist will slay them. At the end of the allotted three and a half years, however, the Antichrist will be destroyed by the power of Christ, whereupon, after a very brief interval, there will come the Last Judgment and the end of the world.
One important medieval thinker who departed substantially from the received teachings about the Antichrist was the 12th-century Calabrian monk Joachim of Fiore. Joachim formulated a view of successive past and future persecutions of the Christian church that inspired him to propose the appearance of a succession of "antichrists," for example, Nero, Muhammad, and Saladin, before the arrival of the great Antichrist. As for the great Antichrist, according to Joachim, he will not be a Jew from "Babylon" but rather the embodiment of the worst evils arising out of Joachim’s own society, preeminently the crimes of heresy and oppression of the church. Lastly, since Joachim expected the coming of a wondrous millennial era on earth between the death of Antichrist and the Last Judgment, he found himself obliged to foretell the coming of another enemy of God, a "final Antichrist." Although Joachim was vague about the nature of this last antagonist of God, he referred to him as "Gog," implying that the final Antichrist will be allied with, or identical to, the enemy forces of Gog and Magog, which will appear to do final battle with the saints after the millennium and before the Last Judgment.
The expectation of the imminent reign of the Antichrist in the later Middle Ages encouraged the belief among many that his forerunners were already in the ascendant or, indeed, that Antichrist himself had arrived in the person of a given ruler or pope. Such beliefs were attached in particular to the "antipapal" emperor Frederick II and to a persecutor of ecclesiastical dissidents, Pope John XXII. The tendency to identify a hated contemporary ruler as the Antichrist in some cases outlasted the Middle Ages. The Russian tsar Peter the Great, for example, was named the Antichrist by his opponents, the Old Believers. Even in the 20th century some commentators identified Benito Mussolini, the Italian fascist dictator, as Antichrist because of his attempt to revive the Roman Empire.
Nevertheless, beginning in the 16th century, the fixation on the Antichrist as a coming or present terrible individual gave way to the view of the Antichrist as a collective body of evil. This position had been accepted in the abstract by some medieval theologians, but it was made concrete and popular by Martin Luther, who insisted that the institution of the papacy, rather than any given pope, was the Antichrist. Modern Protestants have characteristically preferred to conceive of the Antichrist as whatever resists or denies the lordship of Christ, and Roman Catholics have become less inclined to identify the Antichrist as a specific coming individual.
Vestiges of the medieval Antichrist tradition can be found in contemporary popular culture, as in Hollywood films such as Rosemary's Baby, The Omen and its sequels. The view of the Antichrist as a diabolical institution is also reflected to some extent in the superstition that credit cards and electronic bar codes mysteriously mark innocent people with the Antichrist's sign, the number 666.
https://web.vizblog.net/topic/Antichrist
Tradition expects al-Dajjal to appear in the East, possibly Khorasan, or in the West. In the meantime, he is said to be somewhere in the East Indies, on an island from which the sounds of dancing and beautiful music emanate, according to sailors' lore. An alternate version is linked with the Greek Prometheus legend. In this account, al-Dajjal is bound to a rock on an island in the sea and is fed by demons.
https://www.britannica.com/topic/al-Dajjal
"Ain't I a stinker stickler?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1nqw7KfhXQ
#ColourMeOCD
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Rubini gets in a little late night trolling
4:09 AM Michael Joe Spence #RubiniMAGIC! #LBmagic!
Rubini disavows the intrusion on Miller's broadcast.
I do NOT comment or engage with your kind. Never have, never will.
All Rubini Accounts and Comments you see or have witnessed since August of 2020 are fake and a lot of these "Rubinisims" come from the troubled minds of Spence, Decon, Laird, Cuckzi and Johnson and Zavs Marun.
The Commander has Spoken!
Long Live The Commander!
Much jelly?
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hxxps://web.vizblog.net/topic/Antichrist
hxxps://www.britannica.com/topic/al-Dajjal
What? Accounts should be credited in a journal entry?
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I do NOT comment or engage with your kind. Never have, never will.
Pussy.
All Rubini Accounts and Comments you see or have witnessed since August of 2020 are fake
Told ya so.
and a lot of these "Rubinisims" come from the troubled minds of Spence, Decon, Laird, Cuckzi and Johnson and Zavs Marun.
The Commander has Spoken!
Long Live The Commander!
Dude puts his own legal name and likeness out there, front and centre, then, bitches about being "doxxed."
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What? Accounts should be credited in a journal entry?
It may sound obsessive, but I like to credit everything I can in my own journey.
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I'm not an all out plagiarist.
A stickler would beg to differ.
At no point did I claim the copy in question was penned by my own hand.
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It may sound obsessive, but I like to credit everything I can in my own journey.
I kinda prefer leaving breadcrumbs - or footprints in the snow - for the reader.
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I kinda prefer leaving breadcrumbs - or footprints in the snow - for the reader.
If that makes me a plagiarist: guilty as charged.
(https://media.giphy.com/media/OHU0mZJvuLX7q/giphy-downsized-large.gif)
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At no point did I claim the copy in question was penned by my own hand.
Did I?
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Miller is ridiculous. Rubini is just boring. Even Lee thought so.
It's better to be absolutely ridiculous than be absolutely boring.
Yeah, I guess I’m just not hip enough to get repeated attempts at “pro” wrestling. ::)
Wake me up if it ever gets funny.
He tends to delete the funniest stuff as fast as he makes it up.
This seems to be all part of a weird personality disorder.
I shall attempt to be more attentive in tracking the beast.
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He tends to delete the funniest stuff as fast as he makes it up.
Nothing is ever deleted.
This seems to be all part of a weird personality disorder.
Is that what we're calling it now?
I shall attempt to be more attentive in tracking the beast.
If it will help, I've gotten out and pushed.
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Dude puts his own legal name and likeness out there, front and centre, then, bitches about being "doxxed."
I have no login to RubiniGab;
I have not posted on RubiniGab;
I have not claimed to be posting on RubiniGab;
I WILL CONTINUE TO NOT POST ON RUBINIGAB.
At this point, you may be wondering what difference it makes, and I believe that as someone is pretending to be me and pretending to be me posting there, it's really causing a lot of problems for some people.
That's too bad. I wonder what that's even like?
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Nothing is ever deleted.
Yeah right, you haven't seen the pile of shit I have on this guy in a drawer.
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Yeah right, you haven't seen the pile of shit I have on this guy in a drawer.
What are you waiting for; Christmas?
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I have no login to RubiniGab;
I have not posted on RubiniGab;
I have not claimed to be posting on RubiniGab;
I WILL CONTINUE TO NOT POST ON RUBINIGAB.
At this point, you may be wondering what difference it makes, and I believe that as someone is pretending to be me and pretending to be me posting there, it's really causing a lot of problems for some people.
That's too bad. I wonder what that's even like?
You're just being modest. The Commander once claimed you were anyone from Barf Star to Metron. Now who are we to believe?
"I am not going to lie."
We've heard that one before.
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You're just being modest. The Commander once claimed you were anyone from Barf Star to Metron. Now who are we to believe?
"I am not going to lie."
We've heard that one before.
I'm not lying. I was happy to participate... until I noticed what was going on.
At that point: THE STRIKE. I know I remember. Pepperridge Farm probably remembers too.
I've never been anyone but myself, name changes notwithstanding. I don't use voice-changing software. I don't call people and pretend to be someone I'm not. I don't join conference calls and listen while someone blabs on and on and on thinking they're alone.
I don't edit other peoples’ conversations and then post them publicly... the conversations I post are my own.
Now who are we to believe?
READ EVERYTHING.
BELIEVE NOTHING.
AND
PATTERNS WILL EMERGE.
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I am working ahead in my Chemistry book and one of the questions (Chapter 3, #43e) is about rubidium hydrogen sulfate (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubidium_hydrogen_sulfate), which I suspect might smell like farts when it chemically decomposes.
(https://memegenerator.net/img/instances/67275985.jpg)
Nautical Shore about that. Butt-eye found it amusing.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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I'm not lying. I was happy to participate... until I noticed what was going on.
At that point: THE STRIKE. I know I remember. Pepperridge Farm probably remembers too.
I've never been anyone but myself, name changes notwithstanding. I don't use voice-changing software. I don't call people and pretend to be someone I'm not. I don't join conference calls and listen while someone blabs on and on and on thinking they're alone.
I don't edit other peoples’ conversations and then post them publicly... the conversations I post are my own.
READ EVERYTHING.
BELIEVE NOTHING.
AND
PATTERNS WILL EMERGE.
https://youtu.be/jo1HWWFhFgY
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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you haven't seen the pile of shit I have on this guy in a drawer.
What I wouldn't give for so much as a cursory glance in that dresser.
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Its people who dress like this and cut their hair like this who give me shit about wearing throwbacks and baseball hats.
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Its people who dress like this and cut their hair like this who give me shit about wearing throwbacks and baseball hats.
You two should get a room. Seriously.
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On Mon, Jan 24, 2022, 12:06 PM Jackstar Michaelsöen <readyforthegeeknee@gmail.com> wrote:
Hi:
At this time, I am unable to be a part of your Discord. I AM APOLOGETIC.
Please alert relevant parties to this fact: I CANNOT USE YOUR DISCORD.
I mean, like, I mean... I can't log in. I CANNOT LOGIN. I reserve the right... to use your Discord... from afar.
MESSAGE ENDS. END OF LINE
p.s.: SOON.
BOOM, BOOM
SHAKKA–LAKKA
BOOM-BOOM
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https://youtu.be/6t-6wqZQXEA
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You two should get a room.
I'LL GET MY GUMAR TO TALK TO YOUR GUMAR.
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I'LL GET MY GUMAR TO TALK TO YOUR GUMAR.
Are you trying to get a rise out of me, Agent (PROT)?
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you trying to get a rise out of me
KEEP YOUR PANTS ON, FINOCCHIO.
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(https://i.imgflip.com/62ikq1.jpg)
A 550. NOW THAT'S CLASS.
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A 550. NOW THAT'S CLASS.
inorite
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tY_7zr70JHI
This deserves a replay, now and then.
Or a sequel?
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This deserves a replay
I really don't get what makes this particularly funny. Is it because I don't know why it's funny that it's funny? I could see that.
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This deserves a replay, now and then.
Or a sequel?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNnCiH7QU8Q
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I really don't get what makes this particularly funny. Is it because I don't know why it's funny that it's funny? I could see that.
That's what Master Trollda says about you!
And who said it was supposed to be funny, anyway?
You're making a lot of assumptions.
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DVR ripped my 'Aww, Jackstar' animatic off YouTube, and repurposed it (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=8a0858924fb790fb05c90c1c83d27d10&topic=1717.msg2895;topicseen#msg2895) in a recent post made for his dirty discord thread.
And I ain't mad. Actually, there's been a shying away from the Azzerae is a paedophile hit job he embarked on in the not too distant past.
Can we finally bury the hatchet, and move forward like 2 grown men? Notice I no longer talk about the alleged **** of ****.
If I back off will he back off? Is it possible Israel and Palestine can have a sit down and a productive conversation?
LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN.
(https://i.imgur.com/2foEVsb.png)
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Is it possible Israel and Palestine can have a sit down and a productive conversation?
LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN.
I've got some free time. I can moderate. Hand me the gavel. /flex
(Conveniently, purely as matter of coincidence, I happen to be on my way to Camp David, right now. I just got out of the shower. This is perfy.)
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I've got some free time. I can moderate. Hand me the gavel. /flex
We've invited him to 2 Zooms.
He snubbed both opportunities.
Third times the charm?
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We've invited him to 2 Zooms.
No, motherf*****: you've invited him. *click*
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You allowed it.
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You allowed it.
No, in fact, I didn't. He didn't show; nothing to allow.
I don't have any control over who you invite to your little radio show podkkkast.
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Neutral my ass.
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Neutral my ass.
I'm actually pretty annoyed that I haven't been deposed yet. This is a travesty of Justice.
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I'm actually pretty annoyed that I haven't been deposed yet.
I won't allow it.
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I won't allow it.
Sure okay Harvey.
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Sure okay Harvey.
Look. You're the one who played cards with him.
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Look. You're the one who played cards with him.
Nope. Wasn't me.
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people who dress like this
I'm buying a suit jacket to go with my kilt in the mourning.
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I'm buying a suit jacket to go with my kilt in the mourning.
I personally like the way you dress.
Its like a middle finger to society, or somethin'.
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BALL IN PLAY.
BALL AND PLAY.
this bootleg copy of dragon natural speaking isn't getting you anywhere
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R’cvd
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R’cvd
APPROVED.
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APPROVED.
Ack’d. Do I even need a reason?
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Apology accepted (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1767.msg2939;topicseen#msg2939)?
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... accepted (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1767.msg2939;topicseen#msg2939)?
I ain't clicking that shit. Screenshot?
TIA
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Its not a matter of boring. A woman was raped. This is a highly serious and delicate matter.
Not just words on a screen.
YOU GOT ANY PROOF OF THAT?
OR JUST WHAT SHE TOLD YOU OVER THE INTERNET
YOU NEVER HAD AN OPPORTUNITY TO LOOK STRAIGHT IN HER FACE
TO OBSERVE HER FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND HER EYES MOVEMENTS
WHEN SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT THE HORROR OF BEING "RAPED"
YOU JUST ACCEPTED HER EMPTY WORDS OVER THE INTERNET
OF COURSE YOU WERE UNDER PRESSURE TO DO THAT SINCE SHE WAS CONTRIBUTING MONEY TO YOUR FORUM
SHE BOUGHT YOU
AND YOU SOLD YOURSELF
HISTORY IS FULL OF EXAMPLES OF PEOPLE, WOMEN, WHO LIED SO SMOOTHLY
THAT GULLIBLE PEOPLE LIKE YOU BELIEVED THEM!
JUST LOOK FOR EXAMPLE AT BUSH AND BLAIR
THEY LIED ABOUT SADDAM HUSSEIN HAVING CHEMICAL WEAPONS
AND CONVINCED OTHER NATIONS TO START AN ILLEGAL WAR AGAINST IRAQ
THAT WOMAN IS A VERY SKILLFUL MANIPULATOR.
IT STARTED WITH SENDING HER NAKED ASS PHOTO
YOU SHOULD NEVER HAD ASK PEOPLE TO SEND YOU MONEY FOR YOUR PODCASTS
OR IF THEY DID, YOU SHOULD NEVER ACKNOWLEDGED THAT SOME OF THEM DID.
THAT SHOULD BE JUST BEHIND THE SCENS THING.
NOW YOU ARE ON THEIR PAYROLL, YOU SEE. THEY OWN YOU NOW IN A SENSE.
YOU ARE OBLIGATED NOW TO BE NICE TO THEM.
CATCH 22.
YOU COMPROMISED YOUR ARTISTIC FREEDOM.
YOU ARE A LITTLE BIT LIKE A SLAVE NOW.
AGAIN,
IT WAS NEVER PROVEN IN THE COURT OF LAW THAT SHE WAS RAPED!!!
IT WAS A HUGE LIE IN ORDER TO EXTRACT MONEY
BUT SHE GOT FUCK ALL
AND YOU WERE USED LIKE A FOOL!!!
SHE PLAYED YOU LIKE AN OUT OF TUNE VIOLIN.
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Its not a matter of boring. A woman was ALLEGEDLY raped. This is a highly serious and delicate matter.
Not just words on a screen.
YOU GOT ANY PROOF OF THAT?
OR JUST WHAT SHE TOLD YOU OVER THE INTERNET
YOU NEVER HAD AN OPPORTUNITY TO LOOK STRAIGHT IN HER FACE
TO OBSERVE HER FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND HER EYES MOVEMENTS
WHE SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT THE HORROR OF BEING "RAPED"
YOU JUST ACCEPTED HER EMPTY WORDS OVER THE INTERNET
OF COURSE YOU WERE UNDER PRESSURE TO DO THAT SINCE SHE WAS CONTRIBUTING MONEY TO YOUR FORUM
SHE BOUGHT YOU
AND YOU SOLD YOURSELF
HISTORY IS FULL OF EXAMPLES OF PEOPLE, WOMEN, WHO LIED SO SMOOTHLY
THAT GULLIBLE PEOPLE LIKE YOU BELIEVED THEM!
JUST LOOK FOR EXAMPLE AT BUSH AND BLAIR
THEY LIED ABOUT SADDAM HUSSEIN HAVING CHEMICAL WEAPONS
AND CONVINCED OTHER NATIONS TO START AN ILLEGAL WAR AGAINST IRAQ
THAT WOMAN IS A VERY SKILLFUL MANIPULATOR.
IT STARTED WITH SENDING HER NAKED ASS PHOTO
YOU SHOULD NEVER HAD ASK PEOPLE TO SEND YOU MONEY FOR YOUR PODCASTS
OR IF THEY DID, YOU SHOULD NEVER ACKNOWLEDGED THAT SOME OF THEM DID.
THAT SHOULD BE JUST BEHIND THE SCENS THING.
NOW YOU ARE ON THEIR PAYROLL, YOU SEE. THEY OWN YOU NOW IN A SENSE.
YOU ARE OBLIGATED NOW TO BE NICE TO THEM.
CATCH 22.
YOU COMPROMISED YOUR ARTISTIC FREEDOM.
YOU ARE A LITTLE BIT LIKE A SLAVE NOW.
AGAIN,
IT WAS NEVER PROVEN IN THE COURT OF LAW THAT SHE WAS RAPED!!!
IT WAS A HUGE LIE IN ORDER TO EXTRACT MONEY
BUT SHE GOT FUCK ALL
AND YOU WERE USED LIKE A FOOL!!!
SHE PLAYED YOU LIKE AN OUT OF TUNE VIOLIN.
A petition for sexual assault and protection order was filed 14 Jan 2021 in Jefferson County Superior Court of Washington by Shaw and family against David V. Rubini.
Serious threats and slander were made by Rubini against SMM and her family.
She had every right to defend herself and it was not just about money.
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A petition for sexual assault and protection order was filed 14 Jan 2021 in Jefferson County Superior Court of Washington by Shaw and family against David V. Rubini.
Serious threats and slander were made by Rubini against SMM and her family.
She had every right to defend herself and it was not just about money.
I'M VERY WELL AWARE OF THE PETITION, HAVE COPIES OF IT INSIDE OF MY DESK.
ANYBODY CAN GO AND MAKE A PETITION, THAT PROVES NOTHING.
JUST WORDS PUT ON PAPER.
SHE DECIDED TO CHANGE HER TUNE AFTER SHE REALIZED THAT SHE AIN'T GETTING ANY DOUGH.
SO THE WOMEN'S PRIDE KICKED IN THAT SHE SPREAD HER LEGS BUT IT WAS JUST FOR FREE.
PSYCHIATRISTS CALLED THAT "PUSSY INSANITY"
PETITION WAS JUST A REVENGE FOR HER BITTER FEELINGS THAT HER EVIL PLOT DIDN'T WORKED.
BITCH LOST. NOTHING WAS PROVEN IN THE COURT.
BITCH IS POOR NOW AND HAS NO EMOTIONAL SUPPORT. LIVES IN SHITTY CONDITIONS NOW.
GETS FINANCIAL SUPPORT FROM SOCIAL SERVICES.
USES DRUGS AND IS DRUNK 24/7
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YOU SHOULD NEVER HAD ASK PEOPLE TO SEND YOU MONEY FOR YOUR PODCASTS
OR IF THEY DID, YOU SHOULD NEVER ACKNOWLEDGED THAT SOME OF THEM DID.
THAT SHOULD BE JUST BEHIND THE SCENS THING.
NOW YOU ARE ON THEIR PAYROLL, YOU SEE. THEY OWN YOU NOW IN A SENSE.
YOU ARE OBLIGATED NOW TO BE NICE TO THEM.
CATCH 22.
YOU COMPROMISED YOUR ARTISTIC FREEDOM.
YOU ARE A LITTLE BIT LIKE A SLAVE NOW.
I am, by default, a nice person.
It doesn't take money to buy my kindness.
And I only ever lash out at those who cross me first.
I give people a grace period of 3 chances until I retaliate.
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A petition for sexual assault and protection order was filed 14 Jan 2021 in Jefferson County Superior Court of Washington by Shaw and family against David V. Rubini.
Serious threats and slander were made by Rubini against SMM and her family.
She had every right to defend herself and it was not just about money.
Thank you.
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BITCH IS POOR NOW AND HAS NO EMOTIONAL SUPPORT. LIVES IN SHITTY CONDITIONS NOW.
GETS FINANCIAL SUPPORT FROM SOCIAL SERVICES.
USES DRUGS AND IS DRUNK 24/7
She is actually a very sweet person, and a friend of mine.
How you justify calling a victim of sexual assault a "bitch" is beyond me.
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She is actually a very sweet person, and a friend of mine.
How you justify calling a victim of sexual assault a "bitch" is beyond me.
You know, when she first appeared on Bellgab I genuinely liked and appreciated her posts...but then she got caught up with Jack and Rubini, thinking they were smarter than all of us, smart enough to gaslight us all and that shit got real tedious, real fast. I still don’t know what really happened but nor do I care either. Whatever.
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Well, MT, you had no real involvement in the whole sordid mess.
So I can understand your indifference.
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Well, MT, you had no real involvement in the whole sordid mess.
So I can understand your indifference.
Yeah, they beat that horse until it was dead and then they just kept beating it. At a certain point it becomes cruel and unusual punishment. She earned my apathy. ;)
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She is actually a very sweet person, and a friend of mine.
How you justify calling a victim of sexual assault a "bitch" is beyond me.
OK, BUT WHAT SOLID EVIDENCE DO YOU HAVE THAT HER "SEXUAL ASSULT" STORY IS REAL?
NONE.
SHE JUST TOLD YOU AND YOU BELIEVED HER BECAUSE YOU:
1) ARE DESPERATE TO FEEL LOVED AND LIKED AND WANTED BY OTHERS
2) AND AS I SAID BEFORE, SHE SKILLFULLY MANIPULATED YOU BY DONATING MONEY TO YOUR FORUM.
SHE KNEW VERY WELL THAT YOU ARE HER ONLY VENUE FOR HER TO MANIPULATE OPINION OF OTHERS ABOUT HER BEING A "RAPE VICTIM".
I REALLY HOPE THAT ONE DAY YOU WILL GROW A PAIR AND BECOME INDEPENDENT THINKER.
YOUR "FRIEND OF MINE" SHTICK IS SO LAME.
BUT I UNDERSTAND, YOU'RE DESPERATE TO HAVE PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE TO MAKE YOU FEEL WANTED.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE VERY EASY TO MANIPULATE AND USE TO DO THINGS FOR THOSE WHO MANIPULATE YOU.
MAYBE YOU ARE SO EMOTIONALLY WEAK BECAUSE YOU HAVE INFERIORITY ISSUES.
WAKE UP MAN AND START NEW YOU!!!
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she got caught up with Jack and Rubini, thinking they were smarter than all of us
And she saw her arse.
I have to agree with you.
To this day Jack paces the halls here trying to project an air of intellectual superiority over all of us, and its gotten tired.
At some point one has to realise he's an arrogant, delusional, sociopathic liar, and just tune out the bullshit.
I think we've all gone out of our way to be charitable and accommodating of his quirks and mental-retardation-- up till this point.
But its high time the kid gloves came off, and the training wheels were done away with.
This guy needs to learn he's not that brilliant.
No one is impressed by his stream-of-consciousness crap anymore.
No one has been for a good while now.
He's not a magician.
He's not particularly gifted.
He lacks the social graces to be considered neuotypical.
He's probably on the autistic spectrum.
And if he's not fucked in the head, he's just a gigantic asshole.
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OK, BUT WHAT SOLID EVIDENCE DO YOU HAVE THAT HER "SEXUAL ASSULT" STORY IS REAL?
NONE.
SHE JUST TOLD YOU AND YOU BELIEVED HER BECAUSE YOU:
1) ARE DESPERATE TO FEEL LOVED AND LIKED AND WANTED BY OTHERS
2) AND AS I SAID BEFORE, SHE SKILLFULLY MANIPULATED YOU BY DONATING MONEY TO YOUR FORUM.
SHE KNEW VERY WELL THAT YOU ARE HER ONLY VENUE FOR HER TO MANIPULATE OPINION OF OTHERS ABOUT HER BEING A "RAPE VICTIM".
I REALLY HOPE THAT ONE DAY YOU WILL GROW A PAIR AND BECOME INDEPENDENT THINKER.
YOUR "FRIEND OF MINE" SHTICK IS SO LAME.
BUT I UNDERSTAND, YOU'RE DESPERATE TO HAVE PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE TO MAKE YOU FEEL WANTED.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE VERY EASY TO MANIPULATE AND USE TO DO THINGS FOR THOSE WHO MANIPULATE YOU.
MAYBE YOU ARE SO EMOTIONALLY WEAK BECAUSE YOU HAVE INFERIORITY ISSUES.
WAKE UP MAN AND START NEW YOU!!!
If any of your assessments of my character are true, I have some work ahead of me. I gotta work on myself.
I've never claimed to be perfect, or not have issues. I have my own problems.
Yes, I've been manipulated, and my good nature has been taken advantage of.
But I am reticent to entertain you and your ideas, for obvious reasons: You're abusive and an admitted drug addict.
So excuse me if I disregard your life advice, not exactly considering it sound.
I'm not above valid criticism. Though, I'll handle things in my own way.
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And she saw her arse.
I have to agree with you.
To this day Jack paces the halls here trying to project an air of intellectual superiority over all of us, and its gotten tired.
At some point one has to realise he's an arrogant, delusional, sociopathic liar, and just tune out the bullshit.
I think we've all gone out of our way to be charitable and accommodating of his quirks and mental-retardation - up till this point.
But its high time the kid gloves came off, and the training wheels were done away with.
This guy needs to learn he's not that brilliant.
No one is impressed by his stream-of-consciousness crap anymore.
No one has been for a good while now.
He's not a magician.
He's not particularly gifted.
He lacks the social graces to be considered neuotypical.
He's probably on the autistic spectrum.
And if he's not fucked in the head, he's just a gigantic asshole.
HEAR HEAR!!!
AS I SAID IN MY PREVIOUS COUPLE OF POSTS.
Jackstar IS LAME AND BORING.
VERBAL COHERENCY IS NOT HIS FORTE.
HIS FEELING OF BEING INTELLECTUALLY SUPERIOR IS A PILE OF DOG SHIT.
MENTALLY UNSTABLE INTELLECTUAL MIDGET WITH SUPERIORITY COMPLEX.
HE WILL END UP IN A MENTAL INSTITUTION
OR WILL GET KILLED BY A HOBO FOR USING SOME SOPHISTICATED WORDS
AND THE HOBO WILL TAKE IT AS AN INSULT AND WILL JUST STUB HIM TO DEATH WITH A RUSTY KNIFE
AND AFTER HE FALLS TO THE GROUND THE HOBO WILL CRUSH HIS FACE WITH A BRICK.
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I'M VERY WELL AWARE OF THE PETITION, HAVE COPIES OF IT INSIDE OF MY DESK.
What have you been up to during your sabbatical from the forum, and why did you choose to make a comeback now?
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HE WILL END UP IN A MENTAL INSTITUTION
He probably won't.
He can talk his way out of a paper bag.
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To this day Jack paces the halls here trying to project an air of intellectual superiority over all of us, and its gotten tired.
At some point one has to realise he's an arrogant, delusional, sociopathic liar, and just tune out the bullshit.
I think we've all gone out of our way to be charitable and accommodating of his quirks and mental-retardation-- up till this point.
But its high time the kid gloves came off, and the training wheels were done away with.
This guy needs to learn he's not that brilliant.
No one is impressed by his stream-of-consciousness crap anymore.
No one has been for a good while now.
He's not a magician.
He's not particularly gifted.
He lacks the social graces to be considered neuotypical.
He's probably on the autistic spectrum.
And if he's not fucked in the head, he's just a gigantic asshole.
It takes a village to raise an idiot. And a self-indulgent only child will always demand his way. He does have a gift for getting into trouble and a certain Henry Miller romanticism for finding himself as a writer. Times have been tough for him and his wayward ways. He may be slowly and sadly running out of stream.
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What have you been up to during your sabbatical from the forum, and why did you choose to make a comeback now?
"THERE IS A TIME FOR WAR - AND THERE IS A TIME FOR LOVE"
~GOD
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Jackstar IS LAME AND BORING.
Yes, but J* is basically the biggest deal still left around these parts. And it's a sweet deal. You know it. You love it. You crave the essence--the Art--of the most glorious deal that has ever been penned by the typewriters of Man. You know by now, there is no question: THERE IS A DEAL AT PLAY. STYLERIDER JACKSTRAW, Esq., at your service... provided it is a matter of kanly. (Not gonna lie: my second favorite matter after labia minora.) Believe me, I'm surprised too: it's not like I parachute opioids and drape a Lee's jean jacket over my shoulders in order to look the part while typing handsomely to myself before a mirror... no, what happens is, sometimes, I just get fucking activated. Boom ka-boom. Awake. Something has to be done, I'm the best available for the job I find suddenly at hand, sometimes to mouth, and omfg I feel sexy, but something about what I am compelled to do feels even more important than getting laid, ordinarily inconceivable but suddenly obvious since ecto-juice starts weeping out my nose as I expend effort to The Goal, and to be honest, for me, it's almost always writing something, because, let's face it, Colonel Angus isn't always available for the job, but when Colonel Angus is not available-*sigh, Angel*-Me, JACKSTAR, Me, LEADER OF THE DYNOBOUGHT DOOMSDAY DESTRUCTICON FLEET 881a, I AM A PRETTY OKAY WORDSMITH WHEN I WANNA CHOOSE TO BE, ANY TIME, ANYWHERE, ANY PAGE, BUT WHEN ACTIVATED, IT'S BASICALLY NUTS ON ICE, LIGHT RAMMING SPEED, UNTIL THE JOB IS OVER OR SOMEONE FINALLY FIGURES OUT HOW TO STOP ME TYPING AND START FUCKING TYPING.
This isn't quite one of those times, but it's close. This one is more personal. This one hits close to home. Because I meant it, a few hours ago: "fuck this, nothing is worth this whore's dick," and I really did mean it. Fuck off Gab; didn't delete bookmarks or even logout, but when I say it, I mean it... you fuck-o's cutoff denim shorts are still visible in an imprint left on one of my mohair office chairs. I was done with you little radio show people. Who the fuck are you, anyway? Messing with powers you don't understand, huh? What a friend We have in Jesus, right? You people are all worthless shitbags and every time I find a girl who likes me, if I don't marry her or do a lasso cantrip or somehow finally manages to teach me to somehow suck my own Dr Device, suddenly she just ups and vanishes somehow, or does something horrid and I'm wrenched backwards in time, thus losing progress towards Jackstar's End Of Life Goal: GRAPEFRUIT TOWER & CASINO--GALAPAGOATS. (I'm getting there, but you know, I get sidetracked easily, and besides, this isn't really my end-of-life, yet, availability of stix and pix not withstanding. I'm talking about an actual constructed building containing the best damn gambling tables on the terrafirm yet contracted, not a euphemism for my nanotech-enhanced pleasure thruster, just so we're clear. See, coz like, I figure, Trump becomes President For Life--#Official--and, in that very moment everyone knows that Trump has gone Quantum Next Level, well, that spot that Trump The Builder once dominated since the 80s, well... I'm thinking job opening. Who else could fill T's shoes... mais Moi? Don't you dare answer that question legit, I will travel back in time and coat that pretender's mother's interior vaginal lining with my own essence, through time travel, through dimensional teleportation, through the tension of my will and discipline alone, maybe a little of the umlauts, to make sure that any future competitors for My New Job--My Current Job--yo, time travel is baller, n'est-ce pas? CINDER ALL FUTURE COMPETITORS. DO IT. See? Just like that, a whole new Gameboard. Such is the power of a sufficiently advanced member of the Clergical Class Services--not a complimentary upgrade to the standard Triple-P Protection Package, but it damn well should be, and if it came with free silver dollar pancakes, so much the better for us all, right? Bitches love pancakes, eh? Who said that? Yeah, I know it's a which, now grab those spycams and GTFO, cybercorp hench-algo. (Fuckin' Masons. Jesus. It's like pulling the asbestos from a '79 Winnebago, every single time, fuck you Hiram! You were right, no one could ever break their code!
So I just incorporated my own code into my own, far superiour research corpus, and just hung back to chill until one of you little rascals tripped a failsafe... and then shielded my eyes from the blast, as our entire Universe maximally contracts and expands from Oneness to Singularity in the point of an instant, and, yeah, sure, everybody just died, but did you even notice? Did you care? Let me guess: you care now. Oh, haha, well, I'm right. And Jesus is The Way and The Bam-Bam Life, motherfu-*click*
Let me rephrase. Rotten blasphemy is an issue. I have no wish to offend, and as this is a serious announcement, I'm gonna try and take it seriously--meanwhile, I'm trying to keep my hands off this nun's toddler, must be "Bring Your Practice Pederasty Pillow To Work Day," but it's actually really hard, given that I'm coming out of a recent, high-intensity phase of my midlife ongoing crisis' favorite game... "they think what about me again?" And these days, my brain goes straight to that 16yo, who must, by now, think of me quite routinely, because while I do, of course obsess about hot teen poon on the daily, the particular memory of a particular 16yo is a particular one, that I, honestly, did not really ever hardly ever think about at all, until, about, oh, say... about seven years ago maybe? When the girl I met in 2010 would have been about 21, and these days, she would have to be about 28, fully stacked in the unicorn exclusion zone, and maybe have actually died and gone to Heaven, because according to the telemetry that I am finding myself working through quite on the regular and quite against my own personal free will choice of impetus, I mean, don't get me wrong, I love thinking about someone who is thinking about non-stop mind-blasting ball-bowling fuck marathons on Adrafinil--try living without meth for at least a couple sessions of daily frottage, Kids, what do you say? Give your discipline a rest, why don't you? Wow, look at that microexpression, wow, just the thought of going without methane-linked stimulants for even just a little reset, and it sounds like the worst nightmare ever, huh? Well, yeah... for someone who was born nigger-rich and cracker-dumb and lacks the benefits that Infinite Mode can provide a responsible user... oh, shit yeah. Withdrawals? Inability to breathe, reason, fuck, or even weep while agony courses through one's veins? Yeah, count me out, that's what I burned a Transcendental Ill. on... because in my case, I never know when I am gonna even get to say the word "meth," let alone, get my hands on some, because a guy like me--an actual Alchemist, motherfucker, *presto*--can easily turn a little pile of a controlled substance into a lifetime supply with only a few short ritual gestures (that I totes haven't even begun to bother to really learn yet, I swear, pinky swear, there's still so much I wish to learn about straight up-power fucking with my life right now, and at that point, the sky is the limit, right? Like, as in, "Holy shit, is that bag filled to fucking overflowing with what it looks like it is? How the fuck did you get this? What the fuck? Wait, why is the room warping into squares of Tetris while my suddenly prehensile (blank) is looking for a phone number to dial? Wait, is that steam? No, not the computer thing, holy fuck, I'm never using one of those again, anyway, is that stuff boiling off into the ambient air as I gaze with rapt adoration into a hypnotic kaleidoscope of oh shit what time is it? I think I'm starving to death The End. urk."
You get it? Sourcery is real. It's not Sorcery. It's something else. Something wonderful. Something virgin new. And I created it, so fuck you and the uterus bearer you came in with, okay? I don't care if it doesn't make sense from what I'm writing right now, I don't wish for it to do so. My technology has Kuczi, My Friend, Doctor, Maestro & etheric-based roboguns to guard it precisely, and do you know precisely how much g-ddam work it took to get that on board for my lockdowns?
Well... maybe you do. But maybe you don't. And you certainly don't know what work it took me to travel a visionquest, 1.95 annual cycles before anyone else had even heard of it in a "miracle cure" context... I brought back 4 strips of pillow tabs, one by one, not because it was hard or careful or delicate, but because... someone important to me asked me to. Asked me as a favor. Asked me in need. Acted as though there was no understanding available as to why I had to go FOUR FUCKING TIMES to get something that should seemingly only be needed to picked up once, right? And it's a plastic strip bubble filled with some kind of... medicine, right? Jesus, really? I have to go back again? And, WHY? Huh. No other way? Whoa, I'm not calling you a liar, just wondering... no, not calling you incompetent or stupid, just wondering... oh, damn, you spun around and knocked yourself out cold by spontaneously and involuntarily slamming your head into the nearest bearing wall in a peculiar staccato pattern, huh? I remember that from a couple days ago. Hours. Whatever. Oh, damn: you're bleeding. Here, give me your cellphone, I'll check on the status of your medicine delivery order. Huh. Sweetie, what language is this? Looks like an ASCII table with tesseract involvement. And why is this cellphone suddenly so omg hernia heavy? Oh, right, you just killed yourself, okay, I love you! Oh hi Jesus, yeah that cut looks ugly. But not as ugly as that knife stab wound below your boobs, haha, why don't you cover that up with a tattoo or something? Yeah, I'm just playing. I know, right? Tattoos are absurd. Why would someone who hates needles, loves acupuncture, and thought she was being casual when she skipped a timestream moment while responding to a mild query about why that one got covered up? Oh, you... forgot, huh? Yeah, I forget why a turtle can't have two tattoos resembling a radar dish either. Must be a sudden union rule change or something, right? Yeah, no, it's not a test, settle down, I won't pry. You don't have to remember, it's really not important to remember something that used to be really important on an instant recall if it's more than seven years ago, honestly. Don't cry, it'll come back to you again one day. I promise, I know a few certain things. Like, it's really not my business why you can't remember why you can't remember why a tattoo you can't remember the reasoning behind its choice--can't remember any of the other tattoos you were considering in its stead, right? 'Natch--is something you are blisteringly quickly remembering and then instantly choosing to forget, I mean, it's not my business to read minds, you dig? But from over here, well, let's just say, I'm pleased to tell you that I don't remember suddenly tuning into your partial memories as they well forth... yeah, I promise, I will make myself forget what I accidentally overheard from your brain. Mind. Whatever. Yeah, what were we talking about? Oh, right, the girl with the star tattoo. She's a slut and a half, at least I hope so.
She says, "Hi!" I don't remember who. Don't worry about it, we're all smiles here now, and yes, I'm fine, that's just a little perspiration, I mean, it's not like I just finished a HIT rotation in the last 25 seconds due to sudden synaptic calls for overduty, or anything like that. What would that even mean? Actually, I'm totally lying, I'm not really sweating, and it's not all that hot in here, but it is pretty hot, because gazing at the designs on your flesh tends to make me want to come my brains out, and... well, I'll be honest: that's not sweat.
Try it and see. Yeah, that's me. Thanks, I think so too. Where were we? Wow, it's hard to think. Now, why don't you like sweat dripping down on you? Oh, yeah, that's a good reason, that bugs me too. Wow, really, that many? You don't look like you come from a hatchery that long ago, that far away. Look, tell you what, let's just skip past this part, I think we're starting to rope in a little too much attention for just one cock to bear--and I'm a twat-facing rooster right now. This is ridic. Were you really just dead? Huh. You feel the same now. Yeah, you're safe. Impressive camoflauge technology, I'm really amazed. Is that how you were able to undetectably spy on me while I was cheating on you all those times? Good answer. Mu is the best answer there. Because you know got-dam well that thinking about someone else while practicing onanism is not "cheating." Unless someone is silly enough to enter into a highly restrictive agreement, right? Who would ever do such a thing wholesale? For my part, I like running down the list of gals that I would feel a little bit guilty about thinking of while rubbing one out... like that last one. What a derpass. While I am impressed with that innovative leap in Gamechanging Cheating technology, the notion that one would carbon synthesize and then simply, not copy, but STEAL the Infinite Mode Teck Plans... but then neglect to also snag a copy of the oxytocin keylock schematic? That just seems like a rookie blunder. Wow, was it really only 0.68 seconds old? That's gotta be paedo territory, even for a clone... haha, just kidding, I know clones are of course all sexually mature, regardless of apparent age, that's one of those Important New Regulations that The New Administration has mandated. Too bad they didn't mandate an emergency store of ready clo--oh, they do? So, how did you run out?
"Through the door as the ceiling collapsed." Haha, good one. Now, no, really. Say it. SAY THE NAME.
KOBYASHI
KOBYASHI
KOBE BEEF BULLION, BALD BADASS. SORRY BROTHER. CLOSE BUT THAT'S NOT YOUR CIGAR. NOR IS IT MINE, AS THEY WERE RETURNED TO SENDER FOR ME. SO IT MUST BE... HUH. WHO LIVES HERE, AND DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT WEIRD LOOKING STAIN NEXT TO THE DOOR JAMB ON THE FLOOR?
OH, SORRY, I THOUGHT I WAS TALKING TO THE JELLY. OH, HI TOAST, GREAT TO SEE YOU! YEAH, NO SHIT? I KNEW THEY WERE DIAMONDS, I JUST KNEW IT, HAHA. OF COURSE SUGAR, I WON'T TELL A SOUL. AND I APOLOGIZE FOR MOCKING YOUR SENSITIVIES BEFORE. ESPECIALLY SINCE I WASN'T MOCKING THEM AT ALL, I WAS MOCKING YOUR BELIEF THAT THERE'S ANYTHING IMPORTANT ABOUT WHETHER ONE SPEAKS WHILE SITTING OR NOT. OOH, KEEP IT SECRET, HUH? A 36,000 YEAR OLD, SACRED TABLET, CRYPTOGRAPHICALLY SECURE, UNBREAKABLE UNTIL THE END OF TIME, AND IT MUST BE PROTECTED AT ANY COSTS, OR FULLY ONE THIRD OF YOUR GENOME MUST BE SACRIFICED AS TRIBUTE TO... BA'AL? IS THAT WHAT THAT SAYS? OH, "BULL," HAHA, OKAY, SURE, WHATEVER YOU SAY, ORAL SPEAKER TRADITIONALIST. OH, HEY, BY THE WAY, CHECK OUT MY BRAND NEW PUPPY. MY GIRLFRIEND'S DACHSUND IN THE FUTURE CAN EAT ANY WRITING ON ANY PLANT-BASED FIBER AND, IN JUST FIVE MINUTES, CAN PISS OUT A RADIOACTIVE REACTING REAGENT THAT WILL AUTOMAGICKALLY TRANSLATE ANY "SECURE" DOCUMENT THAT COULD EVER EXIST, PROVIDED IT IS LESS THAN 36,000.00053 YEARS OLD, HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BLASPHEMY?
THAT'S NOT BLASPHEMY, ORAL ROBBERS, THAT'S YOUR SECRET FORMULA MATERIALIZING OUT OF THIN AIR TO HOVER AT YOUR EYELINE. YEAH, ONLY YOU CAN SEE IT, DON'T WORRY, NO ONE ELSE CAN READ YOUR SACRED SCRIPT AND LOCKING LANGUAGE, YEAH, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, UNLESS THEY'RE, YOU KNOW, LITERALLY NOT LITERATE OR SOMETHING, OR FUNCTIONALLY UNAWARE OF THINGS LIKE, OH... UPPER AND LOWER CASE, CURSIVE, COMMON G-DDAM SENSE, YOU KNOW, THINGS LIKE THAT. WOW, NEVER HEARD OF THEM EITHER, HUH? YOU SURE ARE OLD, AREN'T YOU?
HOW OLD ARE YOU? IMPRESSIVE. MOST IMPRESSIVE. HANG ON, I'LL BE RIGHT BACK. SAY, WOULD YOU HOLD THIS DACHSUND FOR A MINUTE? THANKS. NOW, HOLD ARE YOU NOW? YES, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE TWENTY-NINE. NOW, LET'S GET BACK TO WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT BEFORE. DO YOU REMEMEBER WHAT THAT WAS NOW?
HRRM. I REMEMBER IT DIFFERENTLY, BUT I WILL PROVISIONALLY AGREE, YES, I WOULD LIKE TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT. OW--T, NOT LIKE THAT. MORE LIKE THAT. OR THIS. OR... OOH! SPARKS! A GROSS METRIC TONNE!
THROW IT INTO THE COLLECTION BIN AND WAKE UP THE NEXT ONE IN LINE. AS LONG AS ITS A REDHEAD. THE REST ARE TRASH. NO, REALLY--IF THERE'S A GOOD ONE IN THE PURGE, IT'LL COME BACK UP IN WITH THE FRESH REDS, AND IT'LL BE, YOU KNOW, NOT JUST BETTER, BUT PALATABLE. MORE ON THIS LATER. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I JUST BEEN TALKING ABOUT? IT BETTER NOT BE (PROT) OR AT (PROT) OR EVEN MENTIONING THAT (PROT) EXISTED ONCE, OR I'M BASICALLY FUCKED. I'M FUCKED, AREN'T I? I'M NOT? WTF, HOW OLD AM I?
Always act the age of your fruit, which may as well be eleven, because sometimes a girl just wants to have fun without feeling like there are any adults around. You saavy? HI KARRIN. TOTES EMBARASSING."
(Oh, and, by the way, after Source Tax is added in, along with your utterly voluntary $555 donation to The Foundation Towards Temple Tree Turf Twine Tesseract InvolvmenT--pat. pent.--all of all y'all owe your Creator one third of your genome. Yep, sorry, that's the breaks. Stop whining! You know, if you were in Italy, it'd be fully HALF your genome along with a random bonus item, which, believe me, can be a real crap shoot. So those of you who FUCKED UP BIG TIME RECENTLY, I'm not saying names, I'm just sayin', if the random bonus item happens to be, for example, a signed pair of Amanda Knox's Days Of The Week Underpants... well, there's only one of each of them available, you dig? And there is no Sunday.
I renamed him "The Golimp" and had him put every single pair but for one of each on backwards and upside down. The reasons for this are storied and varied, but the upshot is this: until Golimp is naked, there's only one Sunday to go around, and I'll see you next Tuesday, because that's the day the line is #Officially allowed to start to form up for... shit, I forget now. See? It's not just infinite rambles, sometimes the flow is just done.
Like, the supply of Wednesdays. Ooops. No more Wednesdays. That's too bad. BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO, THAT'S WHY, AND MAYBE YOU WEREN'T LISTENING BEFORE. LET'S SEE IF THE ONE SUNDAY IN EXISTENCE IS LISTENING. *snap* YEP, HE LISTENED TO THE CALL OF FREEDAY. Yeah, that's not a day on your world anymore. Now you have no days. Welcome to Stasis. (Command not recognized: "Unpause.") Whatever will you do? How about this? Try going straight to Monday morning... AND THEN JUST SIT THERE LIKE A MORON WITH YOUR THUMB UP YOUR ASS SUCKING ON YOUR OWN EXHALED SHIT FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS WHILE EVERYONE LOOKS AT YOU LIKE YOU'RE THE LOWEST FORM OF SCUM ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. NO IN, NO OUT, NO WHERE, NO FUN, FUCK YOU, JUST TAKE A TIMEOUT, SEVEN YEARS BAD LUCK I GUESS, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER.
NO, THAT'S YOUR DAUGHTER. THAT ONE IS MY DAUGHTER, AND, TO BE QUITE HONEST, WHO CARES? BOTTOM LINE IS YOU'RE FUCKED. I FORGET WHY, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW, HAHA, SEE YOU AT THE PARTY ON THE ISLAND, RICHTER! OH YEAH, BRING YOUR SCALE. YOU'LL NEED THAT FOR SURE. FOR ALL THE, YOU KNOW, WEIGHT STUFF. LOOK, NEVER MIND. IT'S A DONE DEAL. YOU TRADED HER OUT, YOU'RE STUCK. OH YEAH? THAT'S FUNNY, BECAUSE ALL OF MY OTHER DAUGHTERS SAY YOU'RE A CREEPER ANYWAY, YOU'RE LUCKY YOU DON'T HAVE MILLSTONE GOUT. WHO IS THIS ASSHOLE, ANYWAY? HE DOESN'T EVEN SEEM ANY SPECIAL. AND, WHAT, NO FRIENDS? SO HE'S A REAL LOSER THEN, HUH? OH, I GUESS THERE'S ONE LEFT.
*CHOMP*
KICK ROCKS, WITCH. /FLEXSTARE.
She'll most likely be back in the morning. Mostly. Look, just go with the flow. It's a little late to start backpedalling now, furious or not. Do you love me? Do you love yourself? Well? Do you? Why are you laughing? Oh, haha, I guess that is funny to a dicks less sex. Anyway, don't worry about it, you weren't gonna need that anytime soon anyway, you won't be breeding any moar oxen while in Stasis. And the last one just left. Yeah, you just missed her, and I don't remember her name either. Try checking under that rock, maybe there's a phone number or something? Oh, good.
WELL THEN EITHER DIAL IT OR KICK ROCKS. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL YOU GOT. UNTIL THE END OF STASIS. DOESN'T THAT SOUND NICE? OH, THAT SCREAMING OF UNDYING AGONY, THAT IS A NICE ONE. FOR ME. HEY, LISTEN BUDDY, HEY LISTEN PAL, YOU WANNA SCREAM AT THOSE ROCKS, YOU GO RIGHT AHEAD, BUT DON'T YOU DARE SCREAM INTO THAT PHONE, THAT'S MY SEEDPHONE, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. FIND YOUR OWN PHONE. TRY UNDER A ROCK. MAYBE GO FUCK YOURSELF WHILE SLAMMING IT INTO YOUR HEADFIRST HEAD FOR AWHILE, MOST PEOPLE TEND TO END UP RESORTING TO THAT AT SOME POINT BY THE END OF THE SECOND DAY. THIRD DAY IS MOSTLY WEEPING, INTERSPERSED WITH SOBBING, JUMBLED UP WITH SAD, INEPT ATTEMPTS TO MASTURBATE ONESELF THROUGH THE DOOR TO HEAVEN.
OF COURSE THE DOOR IS CLOSED. YOU SHOULD SPEND SOME TIME PRACTICING, THOUGH. THE DOOR ONLY OPENS FOR THE MEREST OF MOMENTS, AND IF YOU... WOW. THIS PLACE SUCKS, HUH? I'LL SAY.
IT'S BETTER THE THIRD TIME AROUND, I MUST SAY, AT LEAST BY THEN, EVERYONE YOU EVER KNEW THE FIRST TIME WILL HAVE BEEN DEAD LONG ENOUGH THAT THEY WILL BE ABLE TO KEEP YOU COMPANY BY SUBTLE SPIRIT INDICATORS, LIKE THE FAINT AROMA OF MOTOR OIL, SUDDEN EXPLOSIONS OF SWEAT AROUND THE WAIST AND NAVEL, AND OVERWHELMING ENNUI WHEN REALIZING THAT THE REASON THINGS NEVER WORKED IS BECAUSE NO ONE EVER NOTICED THAT ONE PERSON WASN'T EVEN MAKING ANY ATTEMPTS TO SUCCEED, THEY WERE ONLY LOOKING TO SUCK EGGS.
HOLD THE BLAME. SPARE NO SHAME: IT WAS EVERYONE'S FAULT BUT HERS, AND HER FAULT WAS ONLY YOUR OWN. RIDDLE ME THAT ONE, CHUCKLES, WHILE I REMIND YOU THAT YOU HAD AMPLE OPPORTUNITY TO RECOGNIZE ANY UPCOMING COURSE CORRECTIONS, AND YOU SIMPLY DIDN'T WANNA, BECAUSE YOU'RE A MEAN-SPIRITED DICK.
*POOF* WELL, SLOP DOESN'T COUNT, RICHARD, GO SIT OVER IN THE CORNER NEXT TO CHET. END OF LINE.
Face it, it's like you're reading my diary and humping a Rubik's Cube while manspreading on Hotblack Desiato's roulette wheel. All aces. Fuck you, it's bullshit. Fuck you and your mother, it's boring. Fuck you, why don't you stop reading if you don't want to see my posts? Wow, talk about the drilldown to the countdown. So it's anyone seeing it at all, eh? Why not delete entirely? Oh. Have you tried holding CTRL-OA-RESET? You should try holding a (CENSORED) directly on a (CENSORED) while gasballing rails, because at least then you'd have something to show for trying to do something terribly difficult in a completely unpossible way, which is to say: MY SIGNAL CANNOT BE STOPPED BY ANYTHING. What's in your signal? Beet juice? More like feeb juice, adder junky. What makes you think that people are influenced by hiding what is already there? Hiding what is known simply makes one plumb the unknown, and for my money, we are spot on holding pattern to K-Town. Now, line them up. No, not dancing girls, those are mine, and they ain't dancing, exactly. No, I mean... show me some writing you've done that you're actually proud of. Something you would have absolutely no qualms whatsoever about sharing the awareness of with a hot piece of ass that you just met and really want to bust your balls through her and on to the wall, and feel absolutely no guilt, mental reservation, or anything but shameless awestruck admiration for yourself to be able to whip out and drop down on?
It's okay if you nothing like that comes immediately to mind. I'm sure there's something very worthy in everyone and in everything they've created, right? Try to be positive. I'm just making a point... that an important aspect to the expungement of any possibility of boredom in oneself is... to never be bored. For example, I'm not bored now of waiting for you to present some, or even any, list of accomplishments. Personal accomplishments. You know those, right? Per-son-owl. Ul. Ill. It doesn't have to be something you've written... I'm just using creative writing as an example, becuase, you know, here we are, on a forum, and here you are, reading the forum... scrolling past creators that simply just... create too much. I mean, think about it: words. Is there anything more nauseating to have to deal with, all at once? Especially when someone just suddenly outs themselves as totally ready and willing to strip naked and start having sex immediately. Like, now. Oh, names. Seriously, I've got 7 confirmed line-ups, and, well... I just happen to have all these underpants lying around unused. Tragic, honestly.
No foot-intended amount of surplus, though, sadly, but what can one do? Only what we tell ourselves we can do, that's for sure. And I'm only telling you this here in modified crypto chips. There's even more hyperlinked through a neurospheric linkage. Of course that doesn't sound like anything but bullshit. It always does. I have no idea what this all means while I'm writing it... I myself have to go back and think, fall, and recall, just in order to pick up a single thread of the gist, after a bit of time goes by. That has been how "it" works in my experience, and I'll be honest: I don't remember what I'm even talking about, I got suddenly kind of distracted. I feel like a dead person is trying to persuade me to stop writing and start getting myself off. Now, Children: trust me, this is bait. I have met ghosts that I thought were hot, and they are, but one thing a dead ghost is not, is urgent for manseed. A spirit might be urgent for an opportunity to observe the creation of such, but if an imaginary being is perceptibly hollering at the top of its lungs, "OMG GIVE ME YOUR GENETIC INFORMATION NOW PLEASE PLEASE," for example, you're probably not dealing with a loved one whose spirit has passed beyond the veil and is tenderly reaching out to communicate on an equal measure.
(One thing I've learned as I've aged: each day that goes by, is another day in which someone from forever ago, a person (usually a girl for me, males are worthless for my purposes, and I've already got a mother... one is enough) who thought themselves quite attracted to someone such as myself, but never does anything about it, just sits forlornly on the gym room floor garbed in adolescent sweat pants and a thin sheen of drying adolescent sweat, feeling drawn closer but never doing so, because at that age... a pull can be quite magnetic.
But a push, is not. Nothing ever pushed me towards a certain person that I think of fairly, fairly often these days, and so I never felt a super urge to go look out and find out what happened to the hot girl in my gym class that I had the most major of crushes on. Seventh grade. I was so fat. I thought. Crush Girl in gym class wasn't very fat at all, I thought, although I only ever saw her sitting down, back against the wall, legs splayed out or perhaps one tucked under a knee, but usually not cross-legged, which I never appreciated the thought of until now, because this was like way more than 30 years ago, but I can still remember the silvery-white sheen of the fabric of the girls tights, whose name I shall not duplicate here, but I will say, I have never met another one like her, with the same name, and I guess we must have been 14 at the time, 7th grade? Yeah? Is that legal to imagine a 14yo girl in silver white spandex, just sitting on the gym floor, and is that any more or less legal than remembering myself, what I remember looking for to see, every damn day in gym class? Like, it was the only reason I wanted to go there at all. I was sprung. Obviously, still am. The same thing happens every time I allow myself to remember my experience then: I had no idea how to do it or what it could mean, but if that girl wanted me like I wanted her, then it was no wonder I don't recall her ever sitting cross-legged. She was probably kinda astonished by what she might have been detecting, nasally, I mean, but of course I never thought of that before. My nose didn't work back then. And I was always concerned about getting too close to the gal, because honestly, how young is too young? I was sexually maturing then; but not mature at all. And I hadn't even heard of masturbating yet. Like, I didn't even know of the concept itself. I knew that my (blank) would swell while I sat there, eventually obviously slack-jawed and agape-eyed, but it was such a rush to get to look at her, when I could get the circumstances right, because obviously, if I were to have ever sat next to her, it would have been all over, no matter how it happened that I would get close to her. I never (or rarely) ever saw her in any other place in school, and I never, ever have talked to her, not even in my mind in imagination, and I have never looked her up, because I can't remember her last name, and I'm kinda wondering how long I would be able to resist myself, were I to find the junior high school yearbook photo of the girl I never really thought about again after that year of gym class was over--I think she moved away the next year, or we had a different gym class, or... I don't know. I don't remember that at all, and I haven't tried.
Here's all I got: those 14yo legs of hers were the ultimate sex landscape I can imagine to this day. Fuck the laws--if I find photos of her ever, I'm gonna snap a screenie on my cellphone and immediately flee the area, find a safe place, and get to work. I just had a crazy false memory, of myself, scurrying around the school grounds, looking for a secluded and ultimately secure from prying eyes spot, where I could finally actually just touch myself while remembering how I felt about her. Like, holy shit. And this just came out of noplace, about a dozen years ago. I haven't written about it before.
I may not write about it again. Is this... erotic? It is, isn't it? Wait, no, this is Bellgab. Or something. I see there's been a name change. I could give a shit. I am in deep, earthy rut, because it's just that time of year, and this year is a little unusual, in that there is a corporate sexy structure going on. Like, massive.
I don't often think about girls from public school that I lusted after, truly I do not. If I pause to recall, the list marked "desperate minor lust" has a normally sized list of old favorites, which in my case, do not have many entries, and only one of which, did I ever actually have sex with, which... I'm not gonna lie. I have regrets. (I wish there had been two bottles of beer, yo, they'd both be on your head in meth class. Math class. You know what? I bet you knew about that shit then, word. You know when someone told me that it even existed? 1996. Like, I had never even heard of it. I saw references to something called "speed" in Stephen King novels--my youngest adult favorite--but I never had access to any kind of medication or adulterants or anything but OTC bullshit, because, once again, say it with me, no friends, no family, no oxygen, no awareness of lack, only a constant mind-numbing drone of the loneliest sadness that one could ever imagine. That was my life. I often wondered, "Is this what life should feel like?" It was such a drag. Books, TV, kitchen, feed the dog, give the dog water, no one told me to drink lots of water so I never did, I just drank when thirsty, which makes sense, right? And I remember being inordinately fond of drinking Vanilla Coke. Because, vanilla. And high fructose corn syrup.
No one told me anything. No one gave me a few grains of plain white table salt, whispered "Abracadabra," and suggested I go talk to the girl with the fantastic body in the silvery white asshuggers, who must have felt similarly to me, because after a while, it could not have been possible that she did not notice that I was apparently just, you know, like, staring off into space. "What are you looking at, Creep-O? ahahhahahahaah!"
Remember: I thought I was fat. I thought everyone hated me. I thought there was nothing I could do but endure the suffering. Seriously. Jesus, all I had to do was move over about seven feet--I found two empty spots between would be best, because if there were only one person between us, and they stood up, what might happen? I might hear her suddenly notice my blank Rain-Man Gaze at her thighs, which, I won't lie, probably looked like that of a drooling mouthbreather at my age, but these days, I think about it, I can literally feel my eyeballs squeeze out a little juice and my body starts to instantly relax, energize, and consider bringing up other memories of other amazingly hot girls from my public school days.
I'm not gonna lie, I am still mortified with embarassment to this day to think of them all. The idea of putting all the names that I can remember onto any record at all, even a scrap of paper, fills me with dread. "What if someone finds it? Then they might know! They might know that I like her! They might know that I like someone beyond all capacity to restrain animalistic thoughts from taking over! They might think I'm some kind of... prevert, or something! That would be bad! And how!
Fast forward to now... well, Bellgab, what can I tell you? Being thought of as a prevert may well be the most minor as well as the most joyful of my current problems, which to be fair, is a pretty short list. My attention span is even shorter, as my imagination has motored along without my focus while I've been lumbering along, and the lumber is the result of a sudden sharp draw-down in focus to just one or two names of gals.
Are they alive? Are they dead? Is this how telepathy phone calls work? I won't lie, I'm strongly compelled to start finding new friends for (PROT) and I to just straight-up pairbond with, because, well... as they say, this is the end of their rope. It's the beginning of mine, though. I just started seeing a... what's it called, not a feritility doctor, but a... endocrineologist! Yeah! I've been meaning to do it for awhile. Conditions were correct, so I thought it over about ten minutes, and decided, "Let's go," and then went directly to Google to find the place to go to spend money on making my penis become The New Administration's Tower & Grayskull Complex, because I was not and am not looking for a simple presecription for dick pills, oh no.
I am talking about whole organ restoration. Look, it's like this: Doctoring has three levels. At the top, is the top. Spare no expense. Best technology. Secret techniques. Pro tips. Concierge service. A doctor-owned joint with a bearded husband, who clearly is capable of making shitloads of money--and is doing so, and is the type of business professional who takes one look at a fellow like me, and says, "Oh, g-ddam, another one of these motormouth shitheads with stupid questions and nothing to say besides, "Hey, look at me, I can use words faster now, and let me show you this empty bottle of cough syrup to prove it!" You know, one of those burnout fuckheads that the vast majority of you on this website seem to think I actually am.
The illusion is breathtaking, truly, is it not? Yeah, at first glance, and then further, just looks like yadda-yadda-yadda. I don't know why that is. It doesn't look like anything to me. I'm not looking at what I am writing, I'm fantasizing about the #1 glory doll from actual high school that I still remember, whose name I shall not disclose here, but here's a hint: (PROT)fruit may or may not know her actual name, but conversations have been had about what's gonna happen if, say, all the dead spontaneously rise from their graves, or if some kind of Jurassic Park thing can happen, or whatever, but anyway, there's this one dead girl that I met at a young age, and it went poorly, and by that I mean, we didn't get to fool around at all, and then one day all of a sudden I suddenly remember them for not particular reason, and to instant wonderment and surprise, I find myself rocketed into a mental dialogue/hallucination with a dead person who used to be a girl and is now suddenly "thinking" to me in my head about the merest possiblity of asking (Blank)fruit if some hotass ghost of a dead teeny bopper could maybe "perhaps borrow" access to her fleshy form, you know, so she and I could, like... you know. Like in that movie. Ghost.
The Patrick Goldberg Experience. Just imagine it. Don't think about it--eww, Whoopi, you can do better, pancreatic cancer? Needles. Anyway, long story short, when I suggested to 1 Ms. Made about the idea of her letting a ghost get in her body so she could fuck me for real, well... it certainly triggered a series of heated discussions. Oh my, yes. I didn't know what we would get into, but we sure got into it.
We did not argue. We -never- argue. It just looks like arguing to someone who doesn't know what the fuck we are negotiating. Like, say, a small child, who according to his mother, may do as according to as how his mother wishes, and so of course, he routinely sides with his mother, and any time he sees his mother have to yield more towards my recent description of reality that towards his mother's, he's right there, like a little champion, God bless him, always ready to chime in for Mother's God and Mother's Country, any time it seems like Jackstar is winning, gaining the other hand, exploring common truths... or really, basically just smiling with delight to enjoy conversation, while his mother is frowning and grumpy for some reason, he's right there to remind Jack that it is not an approved event to argue with his mother. "NO ARGUING! NO ARGUING! I HATE IT WHEN YOU ARGUE!"
Basically, it's like a struggle with a two-headed hydra, and one of them, you're not allowed to use your sword on it at all, you can only just stand there and let it shit all over you while the other head that you just saw make the decision to wince in fear at the possibilty that it might be wrong about something, instead of congratulating all on a successful conversation, one that teaches and motivates, some folk hate the "unsuccessful" conversation, which goes something like this:
Reorganization of thought patterns in the brain can be reorganized at will, provided there is a more efficient structure available for the neurons to cascade into. The ability of the mind to do this in response to the discovery of new information is called "neuroplasticity."
As I have been deliberately developing my flexibility when integrating new thoughts into my mind DELIBERATELY ever since I ever heard of the concept back when I was seven years old, I have a bit of an advantage when it comes to adapting to new information compared to the average hard-working single mother and the above average spoiled whiney brat. Because eventually, like cardio, neuroplasticity gets worn down. The brain needs rest. New stores of neurochemicals need to be synthesized. Rapid analysis of large volumes of facts can often lead to significant breakthroughs in cognition. As opportunities are seized, they multiply... and when one is energized by the sheer delight of discovery, one can reach an apex of flowing creative energy, in which one is exalted from new horizon to mindblowing realization, often in the span of mere seconds--although flashes of insight can occur on the nanosecond and even femtosecond level, an experience often described as the slowing down of time while the mind seems to expand.
Alternately, poor nutrition and too much length of bone on the ol' nightmare rhomboid--A.K.A. "YouTube 24/7 yadda yadda angelcode yadda." It's different when thinking and when listening. And it's different with Jackstar. Sometimes, people can't keep up, they would like to think about what they're listening to, but for some reason, it's just too hard. Jackstar, stop. Jackstar, please don't hurt 'em. The words you say, hurt their brain, please, won't you please, stop hurting them? WHY ARE YOU HURTING THE WOMAN AND CHILDREN, JACKSTAR?
Well, actually, I am not: I am observing a lack of desire to continue thinking about what is being listened to, and suddenly, excuses appear. "I'm tired." "I'm hungry." "Mom, stop arguing with Jack. I hate that." "Jack, stop arguing with Mom. I hate that." "Don't tell me what to do!" "Don't tell me what to do!" (Honorary infinte loop.) Sounds like fun, right? Oh, God, no.
It's the ultimate. I liken it to skiing; hop from slope to slope in order to travel the furthest distance with the most efficient use of available energy. However, I'm not gonna lie, 11 year old boys do not always want to go the furthest distance. Sometimes, they just wanna sit around and read books while shuttling from book to bed to ear candling. Oh, shit, I'm out of ear candles, now what? I think they're all gone, but maybe there's one in the kitchen. It's on the top shelf. I don't feel like reaching up there, so I'll look there later. Well, now what? I've read all the books within arm's reach. Oh, there's one on the far end of the sofa. I have to grunt and strain to reach. Ughgghgh. Okay, got it. Now I'll lean back down, to rest, because this was heavy work, picking up a book.
Writing them is far easier, I'd say, although it really depends on one's bioavailability profile. And in me, that really syncs up well with just how many hot-to-trot fillies there are for me to examine within arm's reach. It used to be, like, how many there were that I had a chance with. However, I am a grown up man, and I do what I want to do.
And if I wanna argue with a boy and his mom, and force them to learn things, I am not gonna do that. No sir. That would be forcible coercion. Akin to (blank). Can you imagine? A boy and his mom? Making them do things against their will? That sounds very not okay.
So, I would suggest and recommend, to be quite quiet and subtle about it. At least at first. In time, as Oneself is able to lead other Oneselves down the garden path to joyous knowledge, it will become very, very apparent to anyone, what the increased focus on neuroplasticity and mental discipline in cognition will bring to one's experience.
For example: stronger thinking will not stop Jackstar. That's me. (Hi!) But, quicker thinking will absolutely stop me... and also shunt me more into Thinking mode. Typically, I am split between Thinking and Discerning, because in spite of apparent evidence to the contrary... I really do not talk very much. But I do think a lot. Especially when there is no one left, no one at all, to talk to.
This can happen for a variety of reasons, up to an including gag orders, legal action, paralytic fear, and planet-killing comet strikes on adjacent parallel timelines. (My favorite kind of strike.) Bottom line, Kids, I'll put it this way... I've had enough time to figure things out, because I have been removed from society, largely by my own choice, and have been forced to do little more than THINK about what has HAPPENED.
Hey, so, what do all y'all think happened? Oh, I would love to hear your descriptive narrations of what you've heard. LOVE IT. Where's the Discord server at? Where's all the hot'n'heavy Jackstar-oriented dialogue going on? Did it move? Where is it? WHERE AM I RELEVANT???
Heh. Heh. Yeah, like anyone would EVER tell me. That is NOT how things work. Here's how things work for me in my life: "You're so smart, you figure it out!" and then while I'm busy thinking, someone waiting for their chance can swoop in and lay claim to the best solution available to me for what I've been searching for. In some cases, this can be a long time of searching.
I have spent exactly ZERO time looking for the Sekrit Jackstar Appreciation Zone. Why bother? Why would there even be one? It's not like people have been embarassed by me, quite inadvertantly, unbeknownst to most others nearby at time time, just to themselves: "Wow, this guy is brilliant in a way that awes and humbles me. I wish I could talk to him for hours." Yeah, I never say that either. I say it about girls. I do not commonly say that I wish I could talk to a woman for hours. She's probably got things to do. Hypnotizing a woman and monopolizing her time, well, that can lead to torturous complications. Jealous husbands. Jealous ex-husbands. Jealous children. Jealous probation officers. Jealous zealots of jolly jammermandering.
Fuck 'em. That's what I say. "Oh, hi, is that some (NOUN:slang_for_beta) that wants your attention? Okay, I'll turn the conversation over to him, in appearance, but I'll set you up for success, so if you wanna just handle him quick and get him out of the way so we can talk, I'll be ready to pick up again, but, you know, if it's gonna be a g-ddam hassle with some once-alpha fresh-beata with a chip on his shoulder about his sudden and inexplicable feelings of inferiority just because I show up and am able to be polite to someone's wife without appearing to be struggling to avoid ogling her tits (hint: peripheral vision is trainable vision), which can be a real problem for some folks.
It is for me. Here's what I've learned I have to do: DEAD ON STEADY BORE EYE CONTACT STAY ON TARGET, and the moment I notice that I have drifted off in my attention and am marveling at how beautiful her eyes are, I immediately pick some other noted erogenous zone to stare blankly at--not as long as a second, remember, femtoseconds are FEM - TO - SECONDS, and that's probably not a trick of the light.
If a man's gaze appears to stray down to the bosom--and it will, unless he's, you know, shy, in which case the gaze will suddenly DIVE BOMB to the titties, and then linger there until the shy guy learns to control his thoughts, which can be difficult, especially when in love with the heighths of unattainability. And so, when a woman sees a man struggling to keep his eyes off her tits, she knows two things: 1) He likes her. 2) He's a fucking pusssy.
When she discovers at a foreshadowed and subsequent part of the conversation that the entire time, his eye movements have been part of a deliberate and co-ordinated dance... it triggers a neuroplastic reorganization. "Wow... I thought he might be interested, but now I realize, this guy is STEPS ahead of me, holy shit, am I getting married right now? How about kidnapped? Wait, what's the difference? OMG I don't care, this feels amazing, is this what falling in love is like?" You know how dames are. They always like to think of themselves as some kind of twitterpated virgin, and for a brief shining moment of neuroplastical organizational fireworks... she is. Born anew. Moments old. An innocent babe. Ready to believe fucking ANYTHING and for as long as it holds together, that world of believe will be true. For her.
THIS IS HOW HUMAN TRAFFICKING WORKS.
THE BODY IS THE VESSEL--THE MIND IS THE SHIP.
As some of you may well imagine... I've had some time to think about this kind of shit. For example, I human trafficked myself right into jail on Christmas Eve. I sought to go there. It was my goal. And I achieved it, in stunning and resolute fashion. It was AWESOME. I wish I could tell you more. I am sure I will later.
And as a result... I have learned new understandings from new experiences that I would never, could never have had otherwise. For example, my Christmas Eve dinner was delivered to me by the cutest damn Santa's Elf you ever did see, a little blond girl, and for an elf, that's probably about 8234, but this gal, she really only looked a couple days older than 52. Maybe a -hard- 39, you dig? Hard to tell with the mask. But it wasn't hard to tell that she was grooving on me, though. I came in, the way I came in... well, look, long story short, it was known--KNOWN--that people were gonna come into custody on that night, because there had been An Event scheduled. Obviously. (No one told me, but Jesus prepped me on the way in. He and I do great shorthand, in that, whenever I have no idea what to do, Jesus does it for me, and I appear to myself to be doing "it" myself, but... fuck, I have no idea what I am doing.
In jail, that was. On Christmas? Uhm... cool! I don't go to jail often. I'm not gonna lie, I don't enjoy it at all... unless, of course, the outside world is far, far worse. And that night, holy shit, it sure was. What the fuck happened? Literally no one could tell me. "You ruined my birthday!" Uhm... what? Did I bring you (blanks) and then punch you square in the jaw when you ratted me out to your (blankot) handler? No? Oh, good. Yeah, I don't remember doing that either. I sort of remember the birthday, and the way I remembered it... I enhanced it.
The only birthday I remembered being ruined was May 6. My birthday was the day before, and it was not ruined, but it was... decent. It wasn't the usual kind of thing I like, which is almost always hardcore (blank) delivered straight up my ass, I mean, come on, get serious--why even bother otherwise? Kidding. But anyway, mine was good. I am glad I had it. Important milestone goals were reached. I made a promise to a little girl I haven't seen since, and that's good, because ideally I won't see that particular one until about a decade later, so I have time to get the gift ready that I made for her. In the future. Or something. Who knows? Maybe she'll change my mind and I'll want to give her one of my testicles by then. It's hard to tell at that age. I mean, it is for me, I don't know how to read the future of children, because I'm not a g-ddam Cusp Of Prophecian.
I've got two of them breathing down my neck--maybe more, like no shit, hot'n'heavy, and no complaints--but neither is around at the moment. Because... reasons. You know how dames are. Always on the run. Especially when they're both collectively responsible as accomplices, at the minimum, for masterminding what has to be basically the most audacious and flabbergasting prison break in human history that you've never heard of.
As I write this, it is February 5, 2022. Forty-three fucking days ago, NEARLY SEVEN GODDAM WEEKS, MOTHERFUCKER, I was lied to, a lot, in a big way, and then I was unexpectedly (to me at the time) abducted, shackled, and driven away to the County Jail, fifteen miles south, leaving everything I owned and everything I loved and the two people I was closest to in the whole living world--I thought--alone with a bunch of armed thugs masquerading as police officers. I am not kidding. It was bullshit. Wow, how many police officers? Huh. That was fast. And you're encircling the house, huh? Interesting. And now, it's dark. I guess the sun went down at some point between disarming the lunatic raver--definitely my first time, and maybe even hers, she looked as stunned as Daryl Hannah did in Kill Bill Pt. 2--burying the eldritch blade in the yard straight down to the bottom in the back of Peach's Pit, and if you've never seen a weapon of eldritch metal disappear into the turf, you simply would not believe your eyes.
I did, at that point. Because I had just seen a person who had not real particular reason to be angry--yet plainly was--in an instant, punctuated by an excessive series of eyeroll blinking, suddenly transformed into a person who acted with a particular straight-forward agenda:
1) Two shouted questions and one shrieked statement. Or were they all questions? I'm not gonna lie, my brain gets fuzzy when I recollect.
2) Pivot turn, quick strides to the refrigerator door, and suddenly half--FULLY HALF--the contents of the main compartment are being hurled to the floor at a sharp incline. They're all glass dishes. I hear the word "lasagna." Huh. Well, I bet it was good, but aren't we trying to watch our carbs? Oh, well, I mean, I am, but I'm presently watching the love of my life behave like a rabid puma driving the auto-loader from Aliens. She is beyond livid. Eyes blazing. Hair beginning to gently tend to appear to be shifting ever slightly more snake-like. Shadows and faintly exotic and foreign symbols start to be apparent on the visible planes of her face. They're not really there... they're simply becoming manifest, and even when they are fully present, which I do not often see, but I have seen, both sober and while high as a fucking kite.
Which, by the way, I am not. I stay away for a day because the scene is not to my liking, it's not going to get that way anytime soon, and since someone seems to think they know so much about what is going on, I figured I would simply absent myself, and let people do whatever they think they want to do so much. How does reading a book sound? Or maybe walk down to the corner and see if there are surveillance cameras on the road leading to the gun rage. How about build a fire? You can sit outside and cozy up by the fire all by your lonesome and there you go, everything you ever said you wanted, because I don't remember EVER feeling so worthless and dogshit as when I realized that, slowly and slightly imperceptibly... everything I put somewhere, eventually gets moved closer and closer to the doors to the exterior, there are two bedrooms and a dining room, a living room, it's pretty big! And yet, somehow, there's not a lot of room to move around in.
This, of course, is because there is--or, was--an ongoing struggle for dominance and supremacy. In my own house. With the love of my life. Who... wait, hold the g-damn phone. We talked about cats. Now there are peacocks. We talked about sex in the back of a Jeep. Now it's literally filled with garbage. We talked about going exploring the new landscape: I become aware that while I was busy driving back and forth 200 miles from old home to new home, while I was gone, what was happening was... not at all what I thought was happening, and this fact had not been revealed to me. At all. In fact, I'm not even sure how I am gaining this impression, because I am astonished to see what is happening.
It went from 3 of us and a cat, to some sudden fallout between the other two humans, which leads to me being informed that their collaborative partnership, whatever it was consisting of (I WAS NEVER FULLY INFORMED, AND NEVER THOUGHT TO ASK), wasn't functioning properly, in that, My Honey is suddenly aggrieved, and the other person, hasn't really been doing anything useful at all, as I had hoped would happen, when I cheerfully explained to everyone what my vision for the future was. I mean... it's my house. It's for my benefit. It's not for their benefit in the same way it is for my benefit, in that, what's good for me, is good for them, but what's good for them, may not be good for me, and the terms of Guesting were plainly stated as follows: check with me first, and here's what I need, okay, I'll be back in 4-5 hours with another load of objects that I have single-handedly loaded, driven and unloaded, over and over, back and forth, for what is literally like 3-4 fucking MONTHS.
I was distracted by the newness of it all, and the myriad developments, and my firmly held belief that while I don't know how I can trust these friends I have invited to Guest with me, I figured, well, we're all quirky but mature individuals, we'll figure something out. And we did.
However, no one figured out anything with me at all--they figured it out between themselves, and whatever I told anyone else, it just... never developed. I discovered that this was because no one thought I knew jack or shit about anything important, because it looked like all I was doing was being short-sighted, obsessively focused on seemingly trivial details, and getting high while appearing to be deliberately developing into a more and more physically unattractive specimen of a human being. Because I was.
The purpose of this gambit was to drive the other two into more co-operation, which certainly happened. What I didn't recognize at the beginning, was that... both of these people had actually given up on me, back at the beginning of summer. Like four months ago, and what I was perceiving as general bonhomie and gracious good cheer and fellowship... was actually just being kowtowed and paid lip service to, and since I didn't even imagine that anyone could be so foolish as to think that Me, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS, ET CETERA could actually be doing that... well, I simply thought that the total and complete lack of generalized co-operation with ANYTHING that was going on that I thought was important... was because all three people completely misunderstood the nature of what importance really was here.
Firstly, I already knew that each of them had a backburner plan to take over the place in case I mysteriously disappeared. Mostly because, I wanted to finish moving, tidy up some, and then go on a road trip, and absolutely because, IT TOOK SIX YEARS TO MOVE OUT AFTER MY MOTHER DIED. To the actual date. Six years. In Spring, someone was complaining about how hard it was to find a place to live, a-bloo-bloo-bloo, and I'm like, wow, well, maybe it would be easier if you weren't trying to make two people live together that were not going to, because it was not going to happen, and while it may have been possible if we all pulled together, that wasn't going to happen, because I was and am The Beneficiary, and if something is not going to benefit me, it simply cannot be made to happen. Them's the rules, and it's not something I can be convinced of just to be conciliatory.
For example, I still don't see how it benefited me to have livestock or animals at all, when I still hadn't moved in, and if there were free time available to bring in new mouths to feed, I would first wish to bring in kittens, and that would only be if I were living with people I considered fit and capable to be responsible for themselves. And, in my view, I wasn't. At least one of them was a reprobate drunkard, and at first, as always, there was no alcohol use at all, and it was pretty okay, but as no one ever actually committed themselves to setting aside their personal plan for a successful group plan, nothing could ever, ever worked, because no one listened to me or incorporated my suggestions, FUCKING EVER, they just argued against them, and then while I was gone, what happened? Drinking, smoking, & activity planning without either my direct involvement or even FUCKING AWARENESS.
I did not imagine that could be the case, because, hello? I am the beneficiary. How does it benefit me to have all my ideas set aside and for plans to be laid and executed without my knowledge at all? Like, excuse me? It's my house. What the fuck are you doing, and why is keeping me in ignorance as to the path forward to my benefit? Are you planning a surprise party for me? Great. When is it then?
Trust me. I saw things coming. What I did not see coming was the use of various forms of eldritch and psychokinetic magicks, which I'm sure, some of you will just describe as "bullshit." Okay, fine. I don't wanna talk about it with you plebs online anyway. That's what I wanna talk to my people about. Except... well, I don't know how my people got turned against me, but it sure fucking happened alright. One of them got pissed because while it was okay for him to waste time by drinking my liquor that HE FUCKING STOLE and then overconsumed--leaving him moaning and groaning about how "sick" he was, and couldn't "work," like omfg, I couldn't believe it, how does that help anything? Oh, he thinks his plans are helped if mine are delayed, okay, well, let's see how that goes, and the other one, well, apparently she... well, I'll set that one aside for later. But eventually, someone noticed what I had noticed quite some time ago: things were not working out as intended.
For anyone but me. I AM THE BENEFICIARY. EVERYTHING BENEFITS ME. And that's not even a rule, that's just automatic. If I have friends benefitting, then I have more helpful friends, and if I am benefitted, I have friends who have a happier Jackstar, because, as is important to remember, a happy Jackstar is a magnificent, miracle worker in disguise, look, I know I play the fool, but I pity the jester who fails to appreciate the totes totality of my gestures.
Now, I am not certain how it benefitted me to watch my friends tear themselves apart by forgetting to follow simple rules that were very clearly laid down at the outset, but... it is a thing of beauty, in my view, to watch a security paradigm enterprise unfold itself around me in response to threats. I've written the words "psychokinetic shielding" before and no doubt it was just deemed to be a bunch of bullhooey.
Yeah, well: whatever. Serious whatever. Tell you what, when someone can tell me what the fuck has been going on FOR SEVEN G-DDAM WEEEKS with ABSOLUTELY NO ONE in contact with me, hey, you know what? No wonder people have been having trouble. Try talking to me, dumbasses. Let me explain to you how A Land Trust works: IT'S COMPLICATED ON PURPOSE FOR THE BENEFIT OF ONE PURPOSE ONLY: THAT OF THE BENEFICIARY.
Now, I'm not sure who thought that sending me to prison where I would be killed/suicided to my benefit were to have been to my "benefit," but certainly several other people thoughts so, that being, uh, basically everyone I've ever met who thought I was in their way. For example, I have come to discover that a man I considered a friend--and a good one at that--really is a friend, but not quite the kind of friend I thought he was.
For one thing, he has taught me a great deal about lying, wards, and bioavailability when it comes to each of the same. He also enabled me to complete The Great Work; not on his own, but it was his choice to give me a chance at it, and he decided in my favor, and, what the hell? All of a sudden, I'm almost literally in fucking Oz. Like, Wonderland. It was incredible.
So I owe him a great debt of gratitude for that faith that he had in me, because to be honest, were it not for my success in that trial, I probably would have been able to have been squished out through the hidden designs of a whole host of other people, silently and invisibly arrayed aga
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Yes, but J* is basically the biggest deal still left around these parts. And it's a sweet deal. You know it. You love it. You crave the essence--the Art--of the most glorious deal that has ever been penned by the typewriters of Man. You know by now, there is no question: THERE IS A DEAL AT PLAY. STYLERIDER JACKSTRAW, Esq., at your service... provided it is a matter of kanly. (Not gonna lie: my second favorite matter after labia minora.) Believe me, I'm surprised too: it's not like I parachute opioids and drape a Lee's jean jacket over my shoulders in order to look the part while typing handsomely to myself before a mirror... no, what happens is, sometimes, I just get fucking activated. Boom ka-boom. Awake. Something has to be done, I'm the best available for the job I find suddenly at hand, sometimes to mouth, and omfg I feel sexy, but something about what I am compelled to do feels even more important than getting laid, ordinarily inconceivable but suddenly obvious since ecto-juice starts weeping out my nose as I expend effort to The Goal, and to be honest, for me, it's almost always writing something, because, let's face it, Colonel Angus isn't always available for the job, but when Colonel Angus is not available-*sigh, Angel*-Me, JACKSTAR, Me, LEADER OF THE DYNOBOUGHT DOOMSDAY DESTRUCTICON FLEET 881a, I AM A PRETTY OKAY WORDSMITH WHEN I WANNA CHOOSE TO BE, ANY TIME, ANYWHERE, ANY PAGE, BUT WHEN ACTIVATED, IT'S BASICALLY NUTS ON ICE, LIGHT RAMMING SPEED, UNTIL THE JOB IS OVER OR SOMEONE FINALLY FIGURES OUT HOW TO STOP ME TYPING AND START FUCKING TYPING.
This isn't quite one of those times, but it's close. This one is more personal. This one hits close to home. Because I meant it, a few hours ago: "fuck this, nothing is worth this whore's dick," and I really did mean it. Fuck off Gab; didn't delete bookmarks or even logout, but when I say it, I mean it... you fuck-o's cutoff denim shorts are still visible in an imprint left on one of my mohair office chairs. I was done with you little radio show people. Who the fuck are you, anyway? Messing with powers you don't understand, huh? What a friend We have in Jesus, right? You people are all worthless shitbags and every time I find a girl who likes me, if I don't marry her or do a lasso cantrip or somehow finally manages to teach me to somehow suck my own Dr Device, suddenly she just ups and vanishes somehow, or does something horrid and I'm wrenched backwards in time, thus losing progress towards Jackstar's End Of Life Goal: GRAPEFRUIT TOWER & CASINO--GALAPAGOATS. (I'm getting there, but you know, I get sidetracked easily, and besides, this isn't really my end-of-life, yet, availability of stix and pix not withstanding. I'm talking about an actual constructed building containing the best damn gambling tables on the terrafirm yet contracted, not a euphemism for my nanotech-enhanced pleasure thruster, just so we're clear. See, coz like, I figure, Trump becomes President For Life--#Official--and, in that very moment everyone knows that Trump has gone Quantum Next Level, well, that spot that Trump The Builder once dominated since the 80s, well... I'm thinking job opening. Who else could fill T's shoes... mais Moi? Don't you dare answer that question legit, I will travel back in time and coat that pretender's mother's interior vaginal lining with my own essence, through time travel, through dimensional teleportation, through the tension of my will and discipline alone, maybe a little of the umlauts, to make sure that any future competitors for My New Job--My Current Job--yo, time travel is baller, n'est-ce pas? CINDER ALL FUTURE COMPETITORS. DO IT. See? Just like that, a whole new Gameboard. Such is the power of a sufficiently advanced member of the Clergical Class Services--not a complimentary upgrade to the standard Triple-P Protection Package, but it damn well should be, and if it came with free silver dollar pancakes, so much the better for us all, right? Bitches love pancakes, eh? Who said that? Yeah, I know it's a which, now grab those spycams and GTFO, cybercorp hench-algo. (Fuckin' Masons. Jesus. It's like pulling the asbestos from a '79 Winnebago, every single time, fuck you Hiram! You were right, no one could ever break their code!
So I just incorporated my own code into my own, far superiour research corpus, and just hung back to chill until one of you little rascals tripped a failsafe... and then shielded my eyes from the blast, as our entire Universe maximally contracts and expands from Oneness to Singularity in the point of an instant, and, yeah, sure, everybody just died, but did you even notice? Did you care? Let me guess: you care now. Oh, haha, well, I'm right. And Jesus is The Way and The Bam-Bam Life, motherfu-*click*
Let me rephrase. Rotten blasphemy is an issue. I have no wish to offend, and as this is a serious announcement, I'm gonna try and take it seriously--meanwhile, I'm trying to keep my hands off this nun's toddler, must be "Bring Your Practice Pederasty Pillow To Work Day," but it's actually really hard, given that I'm coming out of a recent, high-intensity phase of my midlife ongoing crisis' favorite game... "they think what about me again?" And these days, my brain goes straight to that 16yo, who must, by now, think of me quite routinely, because while I do, of course obsess about hot teen poon on the daily, the particular memory of a particular 16yo is a particular one, that I, honestly, did not really ever hardly ever think about at all, until, about, oh, say... about seven years ago maybe? When the girl I met in 2010 would have been about 21, and these days, she would have to be about 28, fully stacked in the unicorn exclusion zone, and maybe have actually died and gone to Heaven, because according to the telemetry that I am finding myself working through quite on the regular and quite against my own personal free will choice of impetus, I mean, don't get me wrong, I love thinking about someone who is thinking about non-stop mind-blasting ball-bowling fuck marathons on Adrafinil--try living without meth for at least a couple sessions of daily frottage, Kids, what do you say? Give your discipline a rest, why don't you? Wow, look at that microexpression, wow, just the thought of going without methane-linked stimulants for even just a little reset, and it sounds like the worst nightmare ever, huh? Well, yeah... for someone who was born nigger-rich and cracker-dumb and lacks the benefits that Infinite Mode can provide a responsible user... oh, shit yeah. Withdrawals? Inability to breathe, reason, fuck, or even weep while agony courses through one's veins? Yeah, count me out, that's what I burned a Transcendental Ill. on... because in my case, I never know when I am gonna even get to say the word "meth," let alone, get my hands on some, because a guy like me--an actual Alchemist, motherfucker, *presto*--can easily turn a little pile of a controlled substance into a lifetime supply with only a few short ritual gestures (that I totes haven't even begun to bother to really learn yet, I swear, pinky swear, there's still so much I wish to learn about straight up-power fucking with my life right now, and at that point, the sky is the limit, right? Like, as in, "Holy shit, is that bag filled to fucking overflowing with what it looks like it is? How the fuck did you get this? What the fuck? Wait, why is the room warping into squares of Tetris while my suddenly prehensile (blank) is looking for a phone number to dial? Wait, is that steam? No, not the computer thing, holy fuck, I'm never using one of those again, anyway, is that stuff boiling off into the ambient air as I gaze with rapt adoration into a hypnotic kaleidoscope of oh shit what time is it? I think I'm starving to death The End. urk."
You get it? Sourcery is real. It's not Sorcery. It's something else. Something wonderful. Something virgin new. And I created it, so fuck you and the uterus bearer you came in with, okay? I don't care if it doesn't make sense from what I'm writing right now, I don't wish for it to do so. My technology has Kuczi, My Friend, Doctor, Maestro & etheric-based roboguns to guard it precisely, and do you know precisely how much g-ddam work it took to get that on board for my lockdowns?
Well... maybe you do. But maybe you don't. And you certainly don't know what work it took me to travel a visionquest, 1.95 annual cycles before anyone else had even heard of it in a "miracle cure" context... I brought back 4 strips of pillow tabs, one by one, not because it was hard or careful or delicate, but because... someone important to me asked me to. Asked me as a favor. Asked me in need. Acted as though there was no understanding available as to why I had to go FOUR FUCKING TIMES to get something that should seemingly only be needed to picked up once, right? And it's a plastic strip bubble filled with some kind of... medicine, right? Jesus, really? I have to go back again? And, WHY? Huh. No other way? Whoa, I'm not calling you a liar, just wondering... no, not calling you incompetent or stupid, just wondering... oh, damn, you spun around and knocked yourself out cold by spontaneously and involuntarily slamming your head into the nearest bearing wall in a peculiar staccato pattern, huh? I remember that from a couple days ago. Hours. Whatever. Oh, damn: you're bleeding. Here, give me your cellphone, I'll check on the status of your medicine delivery order. Huh. Sweetie, what language is this? Looks like an ASCII table with tesseract involvement. And why is this cellphone suddenly so omg hernia heavy? Oh, right, you just killed yourself, okay, I love you! Oh hi Jesus, yeah that cut looks ugly. But not as ugly as that knife stab wound below your boobs, haha, why don't you cover that up with a tattoo or something? Yeah, I'm just playing. I know, right? Tattoos are absurd. Why would someone who hates needles, loves acupuncture, and thought she was being casual when she skipped a timestream moment while responding to a mild query about why that one got covered up? Oh, you... forgot, huh? Yeah, I forget why a turtle can't have two tattoos resembling a radar dish either. Must be a sudden union rule change or something, right? Yeah, no, it's not a test, settle down, I won't pry. You don't have to remember, it's really not important to remember something that used to be really important on an instant recall if it's more than seven years ago, honestly. Don't cry, it'll come back to you again one day. I promise, I know a few certain things. Like, it's really not my business why you can't remember why you can't remember why a tattoo you can't remember the reasoning behind its choice--can't remember any of the other tattoos you were considering in its stead, right? 'Natch--is something you are blisteringly quickly remembering and then instantly choosing to forget, I mean, it's not my business to read minds, you dig? But from over here, well, let's just say, I'm pleased to tell you that I don't remember suddenly tuning into your partial memories as they well forth... yeah, I promise, I will make myself forget what I accidentally overheard from your brain. Mind. Whatever. Yeah, what were we talking about? Oh, right, the girl with the star tattoo. She's a slut and a half, at least I hope so.
She says, "Hi!" I don't remember who. Don't worry about it, we're all smiles here now, and yes, I'm fine, that's just a little perspiration, I mean, it's not like I just finished a HIT rotation in the last 25 seconds due to sudden synaptic calls for overduty, or anything like that. What would that even mean? Actually, I'm totally lying, I'm not really sweating, and it's not all that hot in here, but it is pretty hot, because gazing at the designs on your flesh tends to make me want to come my brains out, and... well, I'll be honest: that's not sweat.
Try it and see. Yeah, that's me. Thanks, I think so too. Where were we? Wow, it's hard to think. Now, why don't you like sweat dripping down on you? Oh, yeah, that's a good reason, that bugs me too. Wow, really, that many? You don't look like you come from a hatchery that long ago, that far away. Look, tell you what, let's just skip past this part, I think we're starting to rope in a little too much attention for just one cock to bear--and I'm a twat-facing rooster right now. This is ridic. Were you really just dead? Huh. You feel the same now. Yeah, you're safe. Impressive camoflauge technology, I'm really amazed. Is that how you were able to undetectably spy on me while I was cheating on you all those times? Good answer. Mu is the best answer there. Because you know got-dam well that thinking about someone else while practicing onanism is not "cheating." Unless someone is silly enough to enter into a highly restrictive agreement, right? Who would ever do such a thing wholesale? For my part, I like running down the list of gals that I would feel a little bit guilty about thinking of while rubbing one out... like that last one. What a derpass. While I am impressed with that innovative leap in Gamechanging Cheating technology, the notion that one would carbon synthesize and then simply, not copy, but STEAL the Infinite Mode Teck Plans... but then neglect to also snag a copy of the oxytocin keylock schematic? That just seems like a rookie blunder. Wow, was it really only 0.68 seconds old? That's gotta be paedo territory, even for a clone... haha, just kidding, I know clones are of course all sexually mature, regardless of apparent age, that's one of those Important New Regulations that The New Administration has mandated. Too bad they didn't mandate an emergency store of ready clo--oh, they do? So, how did you run out?
"Through the door as the ceiling collapsed." Haha, good one. Now, no, really. Say it. SAY THE NAME.
KOBYASHI
KOBYASHI
KOBE BEEF BULLION, BALD BADASS. SORRY BROTHER. CLOSE BUT THAT'S NOT YOUR CIGAR. NOR IS IT MINE, AS THEY WERE RETURNED TO SENDER FOR ME. SO IT MUST BE... HUH. WHO LIVES HERE, AND DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT WEIRD LOOKING STAIN NEXT TO THE DOOR JAMB ON THE FLOOR?
OH, SORRY, I THOUGHT I WAS TALKING TO THE JELLY. OH, HI TOAST, GREAT TO SEE YOU! YEAH, NO SHIT? I KNEW THEY WERE DIAMONDS, I JUST KNEW IT, HAHA. OF COURSE SUGAR, I WON'T TELL A SOUL. AND I APOLOGIZE FOR MOCKING YOUR SENSITIVIES BEFORE. ESPECIALLY SINCE I WASN'T MOCKING THEM AT ALL, I WAS MOCKING YOUR BELIEF THAT THERE'S ANYTHING IMPORTANT ABOUT WHETHER ONE SPEAKS WHILE SITTING OR NOT. OOH, KEEP IT SECRET, HUH? A 36,000 YEAR OLD, SACRED TABLET, CRYPTOGRAPHICALLY SECURE, UNBREAKABLE UNTIL THE END OF TIME, AND IT MUST BE PROTECTED AT ANY COSTS, OR FULLY ONE THIRD OF YOUR GENOME MUST BE SACRIFICED AS TRIBUTE TO... BA'AL? IS THAT WHAT THAT SAYS? OH, "BULL," HAHA, OKAY, SURE, WHATEVER YOU SAY, ORAL SPEAKER TRADITIONALIST. OH, HEY, BY THE WAY, CHECK OUT MY BRAND NEW PUPPY. MY GIRLFRIEND'S DACHSUND IN THE FUTURE CAN EAT ANY WRITING ON ANY PLANT-BASED FIBER AND, IN JUST FIVE MINUTES, CAN PISS OUT A RADIOACTIVE REACTING REAGENT THAT WILL AUTOMAGICKALLY TRANSLATE ANY "SECURE" DOCUMENT THAT COULD EVER EXIST, PROVIDED IT IS LESS THAN 36,000.00053 YEARS OLD, HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BLASPHEMY?
THAT'S NOT BLASPHEMY, ORAL ROBBERS, THAT'S YOUR SECRET FORMULA MATERIALIZING OUT OF THIN AIR TO HOVER AT YOUR EYELINE. YEAH, ONLY YOU CAN SEE IT, DON'T WORRY, NO ONE ELSE CAN READ YOUR SACRED SCRIPT AND LOCKING LANGUAGE, YEAH, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, UNLESS THEY'RE, YOU KNOW, LITERALLY NOT LITERATE OR SOMETHING, OR FUNCTIONALLY UNAWARE OF THINGS LIKE, OH... UPPER AND LOWER CASE, CURSIVE, COMMON G-DDAM SENSE, YOU KNOW, THINGS LIKE THAT. WOW, NEVER HEARD OF THEM EITHER, HUH? YOU SURE ARE OLD, AREN'T YOU?
HOW OLD ARE YOU? IMPRESSIVE. MOST IMPRESSIVE. HANG ON, I'LL BE RIGHT BACK. SAY, WOULD YOU HOLD THIS DACHSUND FOR A MINUTE? THANKS. NOW, HOLD ARE YOU NOW? YES, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE TWENTY-NINE. NOW, LET'S GET BACK TO WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT BEFORE. DO YOU REMEMEBER WHAT THAT WAS NOW?
HRRM. I REMEMBER IT DIFFERENTLY, BUT I WILL PROVISIONALLY AGREE, YES, I WOULD LIKE TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT. OW--T, NOT LIKE THAT. MORE LIKE THAT. OR THIS. OR... OOH! SPARKS! A GROSS METRIC TONNE!
THROW IT INTO THE COLLECTION BIN AND WAKE UP THE NEXT ONE IN LINE. AS LONG AS ITS A REDHEAD. THE REST ARE TRASH. NO, REALLY--IF THERE'S A GOOD ONE IN THE PURGE, IT'LL COME BACK UP IN WITH THE FRESH REDS, AND IT'LL BE, YOU KNOW, NOT JUST BETTER, BUT PALATABLE. MORE ON THIS LATER. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I JUST BEEN TALKING ABOUT? IT BETTER NOT BE (PROT) OR AT (PROT) OR EVEN MENTIONING THAT (PROT) EXISTED ONCE, OR I'M BASICALLY FUCKED. I'M FUCKED, AREN'T I? I'M NOT? WTF, HOW OLD AM I?
(Oh, and, by the way, after Source Tax is added in, along with your utterly voluntary $555 donation to The Foundation Towards Temple Tree Turf Twine Tesseract InvolvmenT--pat. pent.--all of all y'all owe your Creator one third of your genome. Yep, sorry, that's the breaks. Stop whining! You know, if you were in Italy, it'd be fully HALF your genome along with a random bonus item, which, believe me, can be a real crap shoot. So those of you who FUCKED UP BIG TIME RECENTLY, I'm not saying names, I'm just sayin', if the random bonus item happens to be, for example, a signed pair of Amanda Knox's Days Of The Week Underpants... well, there's only one of each of them available, you dig? And there is no Sunday.
I renamed him "The Golimp" and had him put every single pair but for one of each on backwards and upside down. The reasons for this are storied and varied, but the upshot is this: until Golimp is naked, there's only one Sunday to go around, and I'll see you next Tuesday, because that's the day the line is #Officially allowed to start to form up for... shit, I forget now. See? It's not just infinite rambles, sometimes the flow is just done.
Like, the supply of Wednesdays. Ooops. No more Wednesdays. That's too bad. BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO, THAT'S WHY, AND MAYBE YOU WEREN'T LISTENING BEFORE. LET'S SEE IF THE ONE SUNDAY IN EXISTENCE IS LISTENING. *snap* YEP, HE LISTENED TO THE CALL OF FREEDAY. Yeah, that's not a day on your world anymore. Now you have no days. Welcome to Stasis. (Command not recognized: "Unpause.") Whatever will you do? How about this? Try going straight to Monday morning... AND THEN JUST SIT THERE LIKE A MORON WITH YOUR THUMB UP YOUR ASS SUCKING ON YOUR OWN EXHALED SHIT FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS WHILE EVERYONE LOOKS AT YOU LIKE YOU'RE THE LOWEST FORM OF SCUM ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. NO IN, NO OUT, NO WHERE, NO FUN, FUCK YOU, JUST TAKE A TIMEOUT, SEVEN YEARS BAD LUCK I GUESS, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER.
NO, THAT'S YOUR DAUGHTER. THAT ONE IS MY DAUGHTER, AND, TO BE QUITE HONEST, WHO CARES? BOTTOM LINE IS YOU'RE FUCKED. I FORGET WHY, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW, HAHA, SEE YOU AT THE PARTY ON THE ISLAND, RICHTER! OH YEAH, BRING YOUR SCALE. YOU'LL NEED THAT FOR SURE. FOR ALL THE, YOU KNOW, WEIGHT STUFF. LOOK, NEVER MIND. IT'S A DONE DEAL. YOU TRADED HER OUT, YOU'RE STUCK. OH YEAH? THAT'S FUNNY, BECAUSE ALL OF MY OTHER DAUGHTERS SAY YOU'RE A CREEPER ANYWAY, YOU'RE LUCKY YOU DON'T HAVE MILLSTONE GOUT. WHO IS THIS ASSHOLE, ANYWAY? HE DOESN'T EVEN SEEM ANY SPECIAL. AND, WHAT, NO FRIENDS? SO HE'S A REAL LOSER THEN, HUH? OH, I GUESS THERE'S ONE LEFT.
*CHOMP*
KICK ROCKS, WITCH. /FLEXSTARE.
She'll most likely be back in the morning. Mostly. Look, just go with the flow. It's a little late to start backpedalling now, furious or not. Do you love me? Do you love yourself? Well? Do you? Why are you laughing? Oh, haha, I guess that is funny to a dicks less sex. Anyway, don't worry about it, you weren't gonna need that anytime soon anyway, you won't be breeding any moar oxen while in Stasis. And the last one just left. Yeah, you just missed her, and I don't remember her name either. Try checking under that rock, maybe there's a phone number or something? Oh, good.
WELL THEN EITHER DIAL IT OR KICK ROCKS. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL YOU GOT. UNTIL THE END OF STASIS. DOESN'T THAT SOUND NICE? OH, THAT SCREAMING OF UNDYING AGONY, THAT IS A NICE ONE. FOR ME. HEY, LISTEN BUDDY, HEY LISTEN PAL, YOU WANNA SCREAM AT THOSE ROCKS, YOU GO RIGHT AHEAD, BUT DON'T YOU DARE SCREAM INTO THAT PHONE, THAT'S MY SEEDPHONE, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. FIND YOUR OWN PHONE. TRY UNDER A ROCK. MAYBE GO FUCK YOURSELF WHILE SLAMMING IT INTO YOUR HEADFIRST HEAD FOR AWHILE, MOST PEOPLE TEND TO END UP RESORTING TO THAT AT SOME POINT BY THE END OF THE SECOND DAY. THIRD DAY IS MOSTLY WEEPING, INTERSPERSED WITH SOBBING, JUMBLED UP WITH SAD, INEPT ATTEMPTS TO MASTURBATE ONESELF THROUGH THE DOOR TO HEAVEN.
OF COURSE THE DOOR IS CLOSED. YOU SHOULD SPEND SOME TIME PRACTICING, THOUGH. THE DOOR ONLY OPENS FOR THE MEREST OF MOMENTS, AND IF YOU... WOW. THIS PLACE SUCKS, HUH? I'LL SAY.
IT'S BETTER THE THIRD TIME AROUND, I MUST SAY, AT LEAST BY THEN, EVERYONE YOU EVER KNEW THE FIRST TIME WILL HAVE BEEN DEAD LONG ENOUGH THAT THEY WILL BE ABLE TO KEEP YOU COMPANY BY SUBTLE SPIRIT INDICATORS, LIKE THE FAINT AROMA OF MOTOR OIL, SUDDEN EXPLOSIONS OF SWEAT AROUND THE WAIST AND NAVEL, AND OVERWHELMING ENNUI WHEN REALIZING THAT THE REASON THINGS NEVER WORKED IS BECAUSE NO ONE EVER NOTICED THAT ONE PERSON WASN'T EVEN MAKING ANY ATTEMPTS TO SUCCEED, THEY WERE ONLY LOOKING TO SUCK EGGS.
HOLD THE BLAME. SPARE NO SHAME: IT WAS EVERYONE'S FAULT BUT HERS, AND HER FAULT WAS ONLY YOUR OWN. RIDDLE ME THAT ONE, CHUCKLES, WHILE I REMIND YOU THAT YOU HAD AMPLE OPPORTUNITY TO RECOGNIZE ANY UPCOMING COURSE CORRECTIONS, AND YOU SIMPLY DIDN'T WANNA, BECAUSE YOU'RE A MEAN-SPIRITED DICK.
*POOF* WELL, SLOP DOESN'T COUNT, RICHARD, GO SIT OVER IN THE CORNER NEXT TO CHET. END OF LINE.
Face it, it's like you're reading my diary and humping a Rubik's Cube while manspreading on Hotblack Desiato's roulette wheel. All aces. Fuck you, it's bullshit. Fuck you and your mother, it's boring. Fuck you, why don't you stop reading if you don't want to see my posts? Wow, talk about the drilldown to the countdown. So it's anyone seeing it at all, eh? Why not delete entirely? Oh. Have you tried holding CTRL-OA-RESET? You should try holding a (CENSORED) directly on a (CENSORED) while gasballing rails, because at least then you'd have something to show for trying to do something terribly difficult in a completely unpossible way, which is to say: MY SIGNAL CANNOT BE STOPPED BY ANYTHING. What's in your signal? Beet juice? More like feeb juice, adder junky. What makes you think that people are influenced by hiding what is already there? Hiding what is known simply makes one plumb the unknown, and for my money, we are spot on holding pattern to K-Town. Now, line them up. No, not dancing girls, those are mine, and they ain't dancing, exactly. No, I mean... show me some writing you've done that you're actually proud of. Something you would have absolutely no qualms whatsoever about sharing the awareness of with a hot piece of ass that you just met and really want to bust your balls through her and on to the wall, and feel absolutely no guilt, mental reservation, or anything but shameless awestruck admiration for yourself to be able to whip out and drop down on?
It's okay if you nothing like that comes immediately to mind. I'm sure there's something very worthy in everyone and in everything they've created, right? Try to be positive. I'm just making a point... that an important aspect to the expungement of any possibility of boredom in oneself is... to never be bored. For example, I'm not bored now of waiting for you to present some, or even any, list of accomplishments. Personal accomplishments. You know those, right? Per-son-owl. Ul. Ill. It doesn't have to be something you've written... I'm just using creative writing as an example, becuase, you know, here we are, on a forum, and here you are, reading the forum... scrolling past creators that simply just... create too much. I mean, think about it: words. Is there anything more nauseating to have to deal with, all at once? Especially when someone just suddenly outs themselves as totally ready and willing to strip naked and start having sex immediately. Like, now. Oh, names. Seriously, I've got 7 confirmed line-ups, and, well... I just happen to have all these underpants lying around unused. Tragic, honestly.
No foot-intended amount of surplus, though, sadly, but what can one do? Only what we tell ourselves we can do, that's for sure. And I'm only telling you this here in modified crypto chips. There's even more hyperlinked through a neurospheric linkage. Of course that doesn't sound like anything but bullshit. It always does. I have no idea what this all means while I'm writing it... I myself have to go back and think, fall, and recall, just in order to pick up a single thread of the gist, after a bit of time goes by. That has been how "it" works in my experience, and I'll be honest: I don't remember what I'm even talking about, I got suddenly kind of distracted. I feel like a dead person is trying to persuade me to stop writing and start getting myself off. Now, Children: trust me, this is bait. I have met ghosts that I thought were hot, and they are, but one thing a dead ghost is not, is urgent for manseed. A spirit might be urgent for an opportunity to observe the creation of such, but if an imaginary being is perceptibly hollering at the top of its lungs, "OMG GIVE ME YOUR GENETIC INFORMATION NOW PLEASE PLEASE," for example, you're probably not dealing with a loved one whose spirit has passed beyond the veil and is tenderly reaching out to communicate on an equal measure.
(One thing I've learned as I've aged: each day that goes by, is another day in which someone from forever ago, a person (usually a girl for me, males are worthless for my purposes, and I've already got a mother... one is enough) who thought themselves quite attracted to someone such as myself, but never does anything about it, just sits forlornly on the gym room floor garbed in adolescent sweat pants and a thin sheen of drying adolescent sweat, feeling drawn closer but never doing so, because at that age... a pull can be quite magnetic.
But a push, is not. Nothing ever pushed me towards a certain person that I think of fairly, fairly often these days, and so I never felt a super urge to go look out and find out what happened to the hot girl in my gym class that I had the most major of crushes on. Seventh grade. I was so fat. I thought. Crush Girl in gym class wasn't very fat at all, I thought, although I only ever saw her sitting down, back against the wall, legs splayed out or perhaps one tucked under a knee, but usually not cross-legged, which I never appreciated the thought of until now, because this was like way more than 30 years ago, but I can still remember the silvery-white sheen of the fabric of the girls tights, whose name I shall not duplicate here, but I will say, I have never met another one like her, with the same name, and I guess we must have been 14 at the time, 7th grade? Yeah? Is that legal to imagine a 14yo girl in silver white spandex, just sitting on the gym floor, and is that any more or less legal than remembering myself, what I remember looking for to see, every damn day in gym class? Like, it was the only reason I wanted to go there at all. I was sprung. Obviously, still am. The same thing happens every time I allow myself to remember my experience then: I had no idea how to do it or what it could mean, but if that girl wanted me like I wanted her, then it was no wonder I don't recall her ever sitting cross-legged. She was probably kinda astonished by what she might have been detecting, nasally, I mean, but of course I never thought of that before. My nose didn't work back then. And I was always concerned about getting too close to the gal, because honestly, how young is too young? I was sexually maturing then; but not mature at all. And I hadn't even heard of masturbating yet. Like, I didn't even know of the concept itself. I knew that my (blank) would swell while I sat there, eventually obviously slack-jawed and agape-eyed, but it was such a rush to get to look at her, when I could get the circumstances right, because obviously, if I were to have ever sat next to her, it would have been all over, no matter how it happened that I would get close to her. I never (or rarely) ever saw her in any other place in school, and I never, ever have talked to her, not even in my mind in imagination, and I have never looked her up, because I can't remember her last name, and I'm kinda wondering how long I would be able to resist myself, were I to find the junior high school yearbook photo of the girl I never really thought about again after that year of gym class was over--I think she moved away the next year, or we had a different gym class, or... I don't know. I don't remember that at all, and I haven't tried.
Here's all I got: those 14yo legs of hers were the ultimate sex landscape I can imagine to this day. Fuck the laws--if I find photos of her ever, I'm gonna snap a screenie on my cellphone and immediately flee the area, find a safe place, and get to work. I just had a crazy false memory, of myself, scurrying around the school grounds, looking for a secluded and ultimately secure from prying eyes spot, where I could finally actually just touch myself while remembering how I felt about her. Like, holy shit. And this just came out of noplace, about a dozen years ago. I haven't written about it before.
I may not write about it again. Is this... erotic? It is, isn't it? Wait, no, this is Bellgab. Or something. I see there's been a name change. I could give a shit. I am in deep, earthy rut, because it's just that time of year, and this year is a little unusual, in that there is a corporate sexy structure going on. Like, massive.
I don't often think about girls from public school that I lusted after, truly I do not. If I pause to recall, the list marked "desperate minor lust" has a normally sized list of old favorites, which in my case, do not have many entries, and only one of which, did I ever actually have sex with, which... I'm not gonna lie. I have regrets. (I wish there had been two bottles of beer, yo, they'd both be on your head in meth class. Math class. You know what? I bet you knew about that shit then, word. You know when someone told me that it even existed? 1996. Like, I had never even heard of it. I saw references to something called "speed" in Stephen King novels--my youngest adult favorite--but I never had access to any kind of medication or adulterants or anything but OTC bullshit, because, once again, say it with me, no friends, no family, no oxygen, no awareness of lack, only a constant mind-numbing drone of the loneliest sadness that one could ever imagine. That was my life. I often wondered, "Is this what life should feel like?" It was such a drag. Books, TV, kitchen, feed the dog, give the dog water, no one told me to drink lots of water so I never did, I just drank when thirsty, which makes sense, right? And I remember being inordinately fond of drinking Vanilla Coke. Because, vanilla. And high fructose corn syrup.
No one told me anything. No one gave me a few grains of plain white table salt, whispered "Abracadabra," and suggested I go talk to the girl with the fantastic body in the silvery white asshuggers, who must have felt similarly to me, because after a while, it could not have been possible that she did not notice that I was apparently just, you know, like, staring off into space. "What are you looking at, Creep-O? ahahhahahahaah!"
Remember: I thought I was fat. I thought everyone hated me. I thought there was nothing I could do but endure the suffering. Seriously. Jesus, all I had to do was move over about seven feet--I found two empty spots between would be best, because if there were only one person between us, and they stood up, what might happen? I might hear her suddenly notice my blank Rain-Man Gaze at her thighs, which, I won't lie, probably looked like that of a drooling mouthbreather at my age, but these days, I think about it, I can literally feel my eyeballs squeeze out a little juice and my body starts to instantly relax, energize, and consider bringing up other memories of other amazingly hot girls from my public school days.
I'm not gonna lie, I am still mortified with embarassment to this day to think of them all. The idea of putting all the names that I can remember onto any record at all, even a scrap of paper, fills me with dread. "What if someone finds it? Then they might know! They might know that I like her! They might know that I like someone beyond all capacity to restrain animalistic thoughts from taking over! They might think I'm some kind of... prevert, or something! That would be bad! And how!
Fast forward to now... well, Bellgab, what can I tell you? Being thought of as a prevert may well be the most minor as well as the most joyful of my current problems, which to be fair, is a pretty short list. My attention span is even shorter, as my imagination has motored along without my focus while I've been lumbering along, and the lumber is the result of a sudden sharp draw-down in focus to just one or two names of gals.
Are they alive? Are they dead? Is this how telepathy phone calls work? I won't lie, I'm strongly compelled to start finding new friends for (PROT) and I to just straight-up pairbond with, because, well... as they say, this is the end of their rope. It's the beginning of mine, though. I just started seeing a... what's it called, not a feritility doctor, but a... endocrineologist! Yeah! I've been meaning to do it for awhile. Conditions were correct, so I thought it over about ten minutes, and decided, "Let's go," and then went directly to Google to find the place to go to spend money on making my penis become The New Administration's Tower & Grayskull Complex, because I was not and am not looking for a simple presecription for dick pills, oh no.
I am talking about whole organ restoration. Look, it's like this: Doctoring has three levels. At the top, is the top. Spare no expense. Best technology. Secret techniques. Pro tips. Concierge service. A doctor-owned joint with a bearded husband, who clearly is capable of making shitloads of money--and is doing so, and is the type of business professional who takes one look at a fellow like me, and says, "Oh, g-ddam, another one of these motormouth shitheads with stupid questions and nothing to say besides, "Hey, look at me, I can use words faster now, and let me show you this empty bottle of cough syrup to prove it!" You know, one of those burnout fuckheads that the vast majority of you on this website seem to think I actually am.
The illusion is breathtaking, truly, is it not? Yeah, at first glance, and then further, just looks like yadda-yadda-yadda. I don't know why that is. It doesn't look like anything to me. I'm not looking at what I am writing, I'm fantasizing about the #1 glory doll from actual high school that I still remember, whose name I shall not disclose here, but here's a hint: (PROT)fruit may or may not know her actual name, but conversations have been had about what's gonna happen if, say, all the dead spontaneously rise from their graves, or if some kind of Jurassic Park thing can happen, or whatever, but anyway, there's this one dead girl that I met at a young age, and it went poorly, and by that I mean, we didn't get to fool around at all, and then one day all of a sudden I suddenly remember them for not particular reason, and to instant wonderment and surprise, I find myself rocketed into a mental dialogue/hallucination with a dead person who used to be a girl and is now suddenly "thinking" to me in my head about the merest possiblity of asking (Blank)fruit if some hotass ghost of a dead teeny bopper could maybe "perhaps borrow" access to her fleshy form, you know, so she and I could, like... you know. Like in that movie. Ghost.
The Patrick Goldberg Experience. Just imagine it. Don't think about it--eww, Whoopi, you can do better, pancreatic cancer? Needles. Anyway, long story short, when I suggested to 1 Ms. Made about the idea of her letting a ghost get in her body so she could fuck me for real, well... it certainly triggered a series of heated discussions. Oh my, yes. I didn't know what we would get into, but we sure got into it.
We did not argue. We -never- argue. It just looks like arguing to someone who doesn't know what the fuck we are negotiating. Like, say, a small child, who according to his mother, may do as according to as how his mother wishes, and so of course, he routinely sides with his mother, and any time he sees his mother have to yield more towards my recent description of reality that towards his mother's, he's right there, like a little champion, God bless him, always ready to chime in for Mother's God and Mother's Country, any time it seems like Jackstar is winning, gaining the other hand, exploring common truths... or really, basically just smiling with delight to enjoy conversation, while his mother is frowning and grumpy for some reason, he's right there to remind Jack that it is not an approved event to argue with his mother. "NO ARGUING! NO ARGUING! I HATE IT WHEN YOU ARGUE!"
Basically, it's like a struggle with a two-headed hydra, and one of them, you're not allowed to use your sword on it at all, you can only just stand there and let it shit all over you while the other head that you just saw make the decision to wince in fear at the possibilty that it might be wrong about something, instead of congratulating all on a successful conversation, one that teaches and motivates, some folk hate the "unsuccessful" conversation, which goes something like this:
Reorganization of thought patterns in the brain can be reorganized at will, provided there is a more efficient structure available for the neurons to cascade into. The ability of the mind to do this in response to the discovery of new information is called "neuroplasticity."
As I have been deliberately developing my flexibility when integrating new thoughts into my mind DELIBERATELY ever since I ever heard of the concept back when I was seven years old, I have a bit of an advantage when it comes to adapting to new information compared to the average hard-working single mother and the above average spoiled whiney brat. Because eventually, like cardio, neuroplasticity gets worn down. The brain needs rest. New stores of neurochemicals need to be synthesized. Rapid analysis of large volumes of facts can often lead to significant breakthroughs in cognition. As opportunities are seized, they multiply... and when one is energized by the sheer delight of discovery, one can reach an apex of flowing creative energy, in which one is exalted from new horizon to mindblowing realization, often in the span of mere seconds--although flashes of insight can occur on the nanosecond and even femtosecond level, an experience often described as the slowing down of time while the mind seems to expand.
Alternately, poor nutrition and too much length of bone on the ol' nightmare rhomboid--A.K.A. "YouTube 24/7 yadda yadda angelcode yadda." It's different when thinking and when listening. And it's different with Jackstar. Sometimes, people can't keep up, they would like to think about what they're listening to, but for some reason, it's just too hard. Jackstar, stop. Jackstar, please don't hurt 'em. The words you say, hurt their brain, please, won't you please, stop hurting them? WHY ARE YOU HURTING THE WOMAN AND CHILDREN, JACKSTAR?
Well, actually, I am not: I am observing a lack of desire to continue thinking about what is being listened to, and suddenly, excuses appear. "I'm tired." "I'm hungry." "Mom, stop arguing with Jack. I hate that." "Jack, stop arguing with Mom. I hate that." "Don't tell me what to do!" "Don't tell me what to do!" (Honorary infinte loop.) Sounds like fun, right? Oh, God, no.
It's the ultimate. I liken it to skiing; hop from slope to slope in order to travel the furthest distance with the most efficient use of available energy. However, I'm not gonna lie, 11 year old boys do not always want to go the furthest distance. Sometimes, they just wanna sit around and read books while shuttling from book to bed to ear candling. Oh, shit, I'm out of ear candles, now what? I think they're all gone, but maybe there's one in the kitchen. It's on the top shelf. I don't feel like reaching up there, so I'll look there later. Well, now what? I've read all the books within arm's reach. Oh, there's one on the far end of the sofa. I have to grunt and strain to reach. Ughgghgh. Okay, got it. Now I'll lean back down, to rest, because this was heavy work, picking up a book.
Writing them is far easier, I'd say, although it really depends on one's bioavailability profile. And in me, that really syncs up well with just how many hot-to-trot fillies there are for me to examine within arm's reach. It used to be, like, how many there were that I had a chance with. However, I am a grown up man, and I do what I want to do.
And if I wanna argue with a boy and his mom, and force them to learn things, I am not gonna do that. No sir. That would be forcible coercion. Akin to (blank). Can you imagine? A boy and his mom? Making them do things against their will? That sounds very not okay.
So, I would suggest and recommend, to be quite quiet and subtle about it. At least at first. In time, as Oneself is able to lead other Oneselves down the garden path to joyous knowledge, it will become very, very apparent to anyone, what the increased focus on neuroplasticity and mental discipline in cognition will bring to one's experience.
For example: stronger thinking will not stop Jackstar. That's me. (Hi!) But, quicker thinking will absolutely stop me... and also shunt me more into Thinking mode. Typically, I am split between Thinking and Discerning, because in spite of apparent evidence to the contrary... I really do not talk very much. But I do think a lot. Especially when there is no one left, no one at all, to talk to.
This can happen for a variety of reasons, up to an including gag orders, legal action, paralytic fear, and planet-killing comet strikes on adjacent parallel timelines. (My favorite kind of strike.) Bottom line, Kids, I'll put it this way... I've had enough time to figure things out, because I have been removed from society, largely by my own choice, and have been forced to do little more than THINK about what has HAPPENED.
Hey, so, what do all y'all think happened? Oh, I would love to hear your descriptive narrations of what you've heard. LOVE IT. Where's the Discord server at? Where's all the hot'n'heavy Jackstar-oriented dialogue going on? Did it move? Where is it? WHERE AM I RELEVANT???
Heh. Heh. Yeah, like anyone would EVER tell me. That is NOT how things work. Here's how things work for me in my life: "You're so smart, you figure it out!" and then while I'm busy thinking, someone waiting for their chance can swoop in and lay claim to the best solution available to me for what I've been searching for. In some cases, this can be a long time of searching.
I have spent exactly ZERO time looking for the Sekrit Jackstar Appreciation Zone. Why bother? Why would there even be one? It's not like people have been embarassed by me, quite inadvertantly, unbeknownst to most others nearby at time time, just to themselves: "Wow, this guy is brilliant in a way that awes and humbles me. I wish I could talk to him for hours." Yeah, I never say that either. I say it about girls. I do not commonly say that I wish I could talk to a woman for hours. She's probably got things to do. Hypnotizing a woman and monopolizing her time, well, that can lead to torturous complications. Jealous husbands. Jealous ex-husbands. Jealous children. Jealous probation officers. Jealous zealots of jolly jammermandering.
Fuck 'em. That's what I say. "Oh, hi, is that some (NOUN:slang_for_beta) that wants your attention? Okay, I'll turn the conversation over to him, in appearance, but I'll set you up for success, so if you wanna just handle him quick and get him out of the way so we can talk, I'll be ready to pick up again, but, you know, if it's gonna be a g-ddam hassle with some once-alpha fresh-beata with a chip on his shoulder about his sudden and inexplicable feelings of inferiority just because I show up and am able to be polite to someone's wife without appearing to be struggling to avoid ogling her tits (hint: peripheral vision is trainable vision), which can be a real problem for some folks.
It is for me. Here's what I've learned I have to do: DEAD ON STEADY BORE EYE CONTACT STAY ON TARGET, and the moment I notice that I have drifted off in my attention and am marveling at how beautiful her eyes are, I immediately pick some other noted erogenous zone to stare blankly at--not as long as a second, remember, femtoseconds are FEM - TO - SECONDS, and that's probably not a trick of the light.
If a man's gaze appears to stray down to the bosom--and it will, unless he's, you know, shy, in which case the gaze will suddenly DIVE BOMB to the titties, and then linger there until the shy guy learns to control his thoughts, which can be difficult, especially when in love with the heighths of unattainability. And so, when a woman sees a man struggling to keep his eyes off her tits, she knows two things: 1) He likes her. 2) He's a fucking pusssy.
When she discovers at a foreshadowed and subsequent part of the conversation that the entire time, his eye movements have been part of a deliberate and co-ordinated dance... it triggers a neuroplastic reorganization. "Wow... I thought he might be interested, but now I realize, this guy is STEPS ahead of me, holy shit, am I getting married right now? How about kidnapped? Wait, what's the difference? OMG I don't care, this feels amazing, is this what falling in love is like?" You know how dames are. They always like to think of themselves as some kind of twitterpated virgin, and for a brief shining moment of neuroplastical organizational fireworks... she is. Born anew. Moments old. An innocent babe. Ready to believe fucking ANYTHING and for as long as it holds together, that world of believe will be true. For her.
THIS IS HOW HUMAN TRAFFICKING WORKS.
THE BODY IS THE VESSEL--THE MIND IS THE SHIP.
As some of you may well imagine... I've had some time to think about this kind of shit. For example, I human trafficked myself right into jail on Christmas Eve. I sought to go there. It was my goal. And I achieved it, in stunning and resolute fashion. It was AWESOME. I wish I could tell you more. I am sure I will later.
And as a result... I have learned new understandings from new experiences that I would never, could never have had otherwise. For example, my Christmas Eve dinner was delivered to me by the cutest damn Santa's Elf you ever did see, a little blond girl, and for an elf, that's probably about 8234, but this gal, she really only looked a couple days older than 52. Maybe a -hard- 39, you dig? Hard to tell with the mask. But it wasn't hard to tell that she was grooving on me, though. I came in, the way I came in... well, look, long story short, it was known--KNOWN--that people were gonna come into custody on that night, because there had been An Event scheduled. Obviously. (No one told me, but Jesus prepped me on the way in. He and I do great shorthand, in that, whenever I have no idea what to do, Jesus does it for me, and I appear to myself to be doing "it" myself, but... fuck, I have no idea what I am doing.
In jail, that was. On Christmas? Uhm... cool! I don't go to jail often. I'm not gonna lie, I don't enjoy it at all... unless, of course, the outside world is far, far worse. And that night, holy shit, it sure was. What the fuck happened? Literally no one could tell me. "You ruined my birthday!" Uhm... what? Did I bring you (blanks) and then punch you square in the jaw when you ratted me out to your (blankot) handler? No? Oh, good. Yeah, I don't remember doing that either. I sort of remember the birthday, and the way I remembered it... I enhanced it.
The only birthday I remembered being ruined was May 6. My birthday was the day before, and it was not ruined, but it was... decent. It wasn't the usual kind of thing I like, which is almost always hardcore (blank) delivered straight up my ass, I mean, come on, get serious--why even bother otherwise? Kidding. But anyway, mine was good. I am glad I had it. Important milestone goals were reached. I made a promise to a little girl I haven't seen since, and that's good, because ideally I won't see that particular one until about a decade later, so I have time to get the gift ready that I made for her. In the future. Or something. Who knows? Maybe she'll change my mind and I'll want to give her one of my testicles by then. It's hard to tell at that age. I mean, it is for me, I don't know how to read the future of children, because I'm not a g-ddam Cusp Of Prophecian.
I've got two of them breathing down my neck--maybe more, like no shit, hot'n'heavy, and no complaints--but neither is around at the moment. Because... reasons. You know how dames are. Always on the run. Especially when they're both collectively responsible as accomplices, at the minimum, for masterminding what has to be basically the most audacious and flabbergasting prison break in human history that you've never heard of.
As I write this, it is February 5, 2022. Forty-three fucking days ago, NEARLY SEVEN GODDAM WEEKS, MOTHERFUCKER, I was lied to, a lot, in a big way, and then I was unexpectedly (to me at the time) abducted, shackled, and driven away to the County Jail, fifteen miles south, leaving everything I owned and everything I loved and the two people I was closest to in the whole living world--I thought--alone with a bunch of armed thugs masquerading as police officers. I am not kidding. It was bullshit. Wow, how many police officers? Huh. That was fast. And you're encircling the house, huh? Interesting. And now, it's dark. I guess the sun went down at some point between disarming the lunatic raver--definitely my first time, and maybe even hers, she looked as stunned as Daryl Hannah did in Kill Bill Pt. 2--burying the eldritch blade in the yard straight down to the bottom in the back of Peach's Pit, and if you've never seen a weapon of eldritch metal disappear into the turf, you simply would not believe your eyes.
I did, at that point. Because I had just seen a person who had not real particular reason to be angry--yet plainly was--in an instant, punctuated by an excessive series of eyeroll blinking, suddenly transformed into a person who acted with a particular straight-forward agenda:
1) Two shouted questions and one shrieked statement. Or were they all questions? I'm not gonna lie, my brain gets fuzzy when I recollect.
2) Pivot turn, quick strides to the refrigerator door, and suddenly half--FULLY HALF--the contents of the main compartment are being hurled to the floor at a sharp incline. They're all glass dishes. I hear the word "lasagna." Huh. Well, I bet it was good, but aren't we trying to watch our carbs? Oh, well, I mean, I am, but I'm presently watching the love of my life behave like a rabid puma driving the auto-loader from Aliens. She is beyond livid. Eyes blazing. Hair beginning to gently tend to appear to be shifting ever slightly more snake-like. Shadows and faintly exotic and foreign symbols start to be apparent on the visible planes of her face. They're not really there... they're simply becoming manifest, and even when they are fully present, which I do not often see, but I have seen, both sober and while high as a fucking kite.
Which, by the way, I am not. I stay away for a day because the scene is not to my liking, it's not going to get that way anytime soon, and since someone seems to think they know so much about what is going on, I figured I would simply absent myself, and let people do whatever they think they want to do so much. How does reading a book sound? Or maybe walk down to the corner and see if there are surveillance cameras on the road leading to the gun rage. How about build a fire? You can sit outside and cozy up by the fire all by your lonesome and there you go, everything you ever said you wanted, because I don't remember EVER feeling so worthless and dogshit as when I realized that, slowly and slightly imperceptibly... everything I put somewhere, eventually gets moved closer and closer to the doors to the exterior, there are two bedrooms and a dining room, a living room, it's pretty big! And yet, somehow, there's not a lot of room to move around in.
This, of course, is because there is--or, was--an ongoing struggle for dominance and supremacy. In my own house. With the love of my life. Who... wait, hold the g-damn phone. We talked about cats. Now there are peacocks. We talked about sex in the back of a Jeep. Now it's literally filled with garbage. We talked about going exploring the new landscape: I become aware that while I was busy driving back and forth 200 miles from old home to new home, while I was gone, what was happening was... not at all what I thought was happening, and this fact had not been revealed to me. At all. In fact, I'm not even sure how I am gaining this impression, because I am astonished to see what is happening.
It went from 3 of us and a cat, to some sudden fallout between the other two humans, which leads to me being informed that their collaborative partnership, whatever it was consisting of (I WAS NEVER FULLY INFORMED, AND NEVER THOUGHT TO ASK), wasn't functioning properly, in that, My Honey is suddenly aggrieved, and the other person, hasn't really been doing anything useful at all, as I had hoped would happen, when I cheerfully explained to everyone what my vision for the future was. I mean... it's my house. It's for my benefit. It's not for their benefit in the same way it is for my benefit, in that, what's good for me, is good for them, but what's good for them, may not be good for me, and the terms of Guesting were plainly stated as follows: check with me first, and here's what I need, okay, I'll be back in 4-5 hours with another load of objects that I have single-handedly loaded, driven and unloaded, over and over, back and forth, for what is literally like 3-4 fucking MONTHS.
I was distracted by the newness of it all, and the myriad developments, and my firmly held belief that while I don't know how I can trust these friends I have invited to Guest with me, I figured, well, we're all quirky but mature individuals, we'll figure something out. And we did.
However, no one figured out anything with me at all--they figured it out between themselves, and whatever I told anyone else, it just... never developed. I discovered that this was because no one thought I knew jack or shit about anything important, because it looked like all I was doing was being short-sighted, obsessively focused on seemingly trivial details, and getting high while appearing to be deliberately developing into a more and more physically unattractive specimen of a human being. Because I was.
The purpose of this gambit was to drive the other two into more co-operation, which certainly happened. What I didn't recognize at the beginning, was that... both of these people had actually given up on me, back at the beginning of summer. Like four months ago, and what I was perceiving as general bonhomie and gracious good cheer and fellowship... was actually just being kowtowed and paid lip service to, and since I didn't even imagine that anyone could be so foolish as to think that Me, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS, ET CETERA could actually be doing that... well, I simply thought that the total and complete lack of generalized co-operation with ANYTHING that was going on that I thought was important... was because all three people completely misunderstood the nature of what importance really was here.
Firstly, I already knew that each of them had a backburner plan to take over the place in case I mysteriously disappeared. Mostly because, I wanted to finish moving, tidy up some, and then go on a road trip, and absolutely because, IT TOOK SIX YEARS TO MOVE OUT AFTER MY MOTHER DIED. To the actual date. Six years. In Spring, someone was complaining about how hard it was to find a place to live, a-bloo-bloo-bloo, and I'm like, wow, well, maybe it would be easier if you weren't trying to make two people live together that were not going to, because it was not going to happen, and while it may have been possible if we all pulled together, that wasn't going to happen, because I was and am The Beneficiary, and if something is not going to benefit me, it simply cannot be made to happen. Them's the rules, and it's not something I can be convinced of just to be conciliatory.
For example, I still don't see how it benefited me to have livestock or animals at all, when I still hadn't moved in, and if there were free time available to bring in new mouths to feed, I would first wish to bring in kittens, and that would only be if I were living with people I considered fit and capable to be responsible for themselves. And, in my view, I wasn't. At least one of them was a reprobate drunkard, and at first, as always, there was no alcohol use at all, and it was pretty okay, but as no one ever actually committed themselves to setting aside their personal plan for a successful group plan, nothing could ever, ever worked, because no one listened to me or incorporated my suggestions, FUCKING EVER, they just argued against them, and then while I was gone, what happened? Drinking, smoking, & activity planning without either my direct involvement or even FUCKING AWARENESS.
I did not imagine that could be the case, because, hello? I am the beneficiary. How does it benefit me to have all my ideas set aside and for plans to be laid and executed without my knowledge at all? Like, excuse me? It's my house. What the fuck are you doing, and why is keeping me in ignorance as to the path forward to my benefit? Are you planning a surprise party for me? Great. When is it then?
Trust me. I saw things coming. What I did not see coming was the use of various forms of eldritch and psychokinetic magicks, which I'm sure, some of you will just describe as "bullshit." Okay, fine. I don't wanna talk about it with you plebs online anyway. That's what I wanna talk to my people about. Except... well, I don't know how my people got turned against me, but it sure fucking happened alright. One of them got pissed because while it was okay for him to waste time by drinking my liquor that HE FUCKING STOLE and then overconsumed--leaving him moaning and groaning about how "sick" he was, and couldn't "work," like omfg, I couldn't believe it, how does that help anything? Oh, he thinks his plans are helped if mine are delayed, okay, well, let's see how that goes, and the other one, well, apparently she... well, I'll set that one aside for later. But eventually, someone noticed what I had noticed quite some time ago: things were not working out as intended.
For anyone but me. I AM THE BENEFICIARY. EVERYTHING BENEFITS ME. And that's not even a rule, that's just automatic. If I have friends benefitting, then I have more helpful friends, and if I am benefitted, I have friends who have a happier Jackstar, because, as is important to remember, a happy Jackstar is a magnificent, miracle worker in disguise, look, I know I play the fool, but I pity the jester who fails to appreciate the totes totality of my gestures.
Now, I am not certain how it benefitted me to watch my friends tear themselves apart by forgetting to follow simple rules that were very clearly laid down at the outset, but... it is a thing of beauty, in my view, to watch a security paradigm enterprise unfold itself around me in response to threats. I've written the words "psychokinetic shielding" before and no doubt it was just deemed to be a bunch of bullhooey.
Yeah, well: whatever. Serious whatever. Tell you what, when someone can tell me what the fuck has been going on FOR SEVEN G-DDAM WEEEKS with ABSOLUTELY NO ONE in contact with me, hey, you know what? No wonder people have been having trouble. Try talking to me, dumbasses. Let me explain to you how A Land Trust works: IT'S COMPLICATED ON PURPOSE FOR THE BENEFIT OF ONE PURPOSE ONLY: THAT OF THE BENEFICIARY.
Now, I'm not sure who thought that sending me to prison where I would be killed/suicided to my benefit were to have been to my "benefit," but certainly several other people thoughts so, that being, uh, basically everyone I've ever met who thought I was in their way. For example, I have come to discover that a man I considered a friend--and a good one at that--really is a friend, but not quite the kind of friend I thought he was.
For one thing, he has taught me a great deal about lying, wards, and bioavailability when it comes to each of the same. He also enabled me to complete The Great Work; not on his own, but it was his choice to give me a chance at it, and he decided in my favor, and, what the hell? All of a sudden, I'm almost literally in fucking Oz. Like, Wonderland. It was incredible.
So I owe him a great debt of gratitude for that faith that he had in me, because to be honest, were it not for my success in that trial, I probably would have been able to have been squished out through the hidden designs of a whole host of other people, silently and invisibly arrayed aga
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Yes, but J* is basically the biggest deal still left around these parts. And it's a sweet deal. You know it. You love it. You crave the essence--the Art--of the most glorious deal that has ever been penned by the typewriters of Man. You know by now, there is no question: THERE IS A DEAL AT PLAY. STYLERIDER JACKSTRAW, Esq., at your service... provided it is a matter of kanly. (Not gonna lie: my second favorite matter after labia minora.) Believe me, I'm surprised too: it's not like I parachute opioids and drape a Lee's jean jacket over my shoulders in order to look the part while typing handsomely to myself before a mirror... no, what happens is, sometimes, I just get fucking activated. Boom ka-boom. Awake. Something has to be done, I'm the best available for the job I find suddenly at hand, sometimes to mouth, and omfg I feel sexy, but something about what I am compelled to do feels even more important than getting laid, ordinarily inconceivable but suddenly obvious since ecto-juice starts weeping out my nose as I expend effort to The Goal, and to be honest, for me, it's almost always writing something, because, let's face it, Colonel Angus isn't always available for the job, but when Colonel Angus is not available-*sigh, Angel*-Me, JACKSTAR, Me, LEADER OF THE DYNOBOUGHT DOOMSDAY DESTRUCTICON FLEET 881a, I AM A PRETTY OKAY WORDSMITH WHEN I WANNA CHOOSE TO BE, ANY TIME, ANYWHERE, ANY PAGE, BUT WHEN ACTIVATED, IT'S BASICALLY NUTS ON ICE, LIGHT RAMMING SPEED, UNTIL THE JOB IS OVER OR SOMEONE FINALLY FIGURES OUT HOW TO STOP ME TYPING AND START FUCKING TYPING.
This isn't quite one of those times, but it's close. This one is more personal. This one hits close to home. Because I meant it, a few hours ago: "fuck this, nothing is worth this whore's dick," and I really did mean it. Fuck off Gab; didn't delete bookmarks or even logout, but when I say it, I mean it... you fuck-o's cutoff denim shorts are still visible in an imprint left on one of my mohair office chairs. I was done with you little radio show people. Who the fuck are you, anyway? Messing with powers you don't understand, huh? What a friend We have in Jesus, right? You people are all worthless shitbags and every time I find a girl who likes me, if I don't marry her or do a lasso cantrip or somehow finally manages to teach me to somehow suck my own Dr Device, suddenly she just ups and vanishes somehow, or does something horrid and I'm wrenched backwards in time, thus losing progress towards Jackstar's End Of Life Goal: GRAPEFRUIT TOWER & CASINO--GALAPAGOATS. (I'm getting there, but you know, I get sidetracked easily, and besides, this isn't really my end-of-life, yet, availability of stix and pix not withstanding. I'm talking about an actual constructed building containing the best damn gambling tables on the terrafirm yet contracted, not a euphemism for my nanotech-enhanced pleasure thruster, just so we're clear. See, coz like, I figure, Trump becomes President For Life--#Official--and, in that very moment everyone knows that Trump has gone Quantum Next Level, well, that spot that Trump The Builder once dominated since the 80s, well... I'm thinking job opening. Who else could fill T's shoes... mais Moi? Don't you dare answer that question legit, I will travel back in time and coat that pretender's mother's interior vaginal lining with my own essence, through time travel, through dimensional teleportation, through the tension of my will and discipline alone, maybe a little of the umlauts, to make sure that any future competitors for My New Job--My Current Job--yo, time travel is baller, n'est-ce pas? CINDER ALL FUTURE COMPETITORS. DO IT. See? Just like that, a whole new Gameboard. Such is the power of a sufficiently advanced member of the Clergical Class Services--not a complimentary upgrade to the standard Triple-P Protection Package, but it damn well should be, and if it came with free silver dollar pancakes, so much the better for us all, right? Bitches love pancakes, eh? Who said that? Yeah, I know it's a which, now grab those spycams and GTFO, cybercorp hench-algo. (Fuckin' Masons. Jesus. It's like pulling the asbestos from a '79 Winnebago, every single time, fuck you Hiram! You were right, no one could ever break their code!
So I just incorporated my own code into my own, far superiour research corpus, and just hung back to chill until one of you little rascals tripped a failsafe... and then shielded my eyes from the blast, as our entire Universe maximally contracts and expands from Oneness to Singularity in the point of an instant, and, yeah, sure, everybody just died, but did you even notice? Did you care? Let me guess: you care now. Oh, haha, well, I'm right. And Jesus is The Way and The Bam-Bam Life, motherfu-*click*
Let me rephrase. Rotten blasphemy is an issue. I have no wish to offend, and as this is a serious announcement, I'm gonna try and take it seriously--meanwhile, I'm trying to keep my hands off this nun's toddler, must be "Bring Your Practice Pederasty Pillow To Work Day," but it's actually really hard, given that I'm coming out of a recent, high-intensity phase of my midlife ongoing crisis' favorite game... "they think what about me again?" And these days, my brain goes straight to that 16yo, who must, by now, think of me quite routinely, because while I do, of course obsess about hot teen poon on the daily, the particular memory of a particular 16yo is a particular one, that I, honestly, did not really ever hardly ever think about at all, until, about, oh, say... about seven years ago maybe? When the girl I met in 2010 would have been about 21, and these days, she would have to be about 28, fully stacked in the unicorn exclusion zone, and maybe have actually died and gone to Heaven, because according to the telemetry that I am finding myself working through quite on the regular and quite against my own personal free will choice of impetus, I mean, don't get me wrong, I love thinking about someone who is thinking about non-stop mind-blasting ball-bowling fuck marathons on Adrafinil--try living without meth for at least a couple sessions of daily frottage, Kids, what do you say? Give your discipline a rest, why don't you? Wow, look at that microexpression, wow, just the thought of going without methane-linked stimulants for even just a little reset, and it sounds like the worst nightmare ever, huh? Well, yeah... for someone who was born nigger-rich and cracker-dumb and lacks the benefits that Infinite Mode can provide a responsible user... oh, shit yeah. Withdrawals? Inability to breathe, reason, fuck, or even weep while agony courses through one's veins? Yeah, count me out, that's what I burned a Transcendental Ill. on... because in my case, I never know when I am gonna even get to say the word "meth," let alone, get my hands on some, because a guy like me--an actual Alchemist, motherfucker, *presto*--can easily turn a little pile of a controlled substance into a lifetime supply with only a few short ritual gestures (that I totes haven't even begun to bother to really learn yet, I swear, pinky swear, there's still so much I wish to learn about straight up-power fucking with my life right now, and at that point, the sky is the limit, right? Like, as in, "Holy shit, is that bag filled to fucking overflowing with what it looks like it is? How the fuck did you get this? What the fuck? Wait, why is the room warping into squares of Tetris while my suddenly prehensile (blank) is looking for a phone number to dial? Wait, is that steam? No, not the computer thing, holy fuck, I'm never using one of those again, anyway, is that stuff boiling off into the ambient air as I gaze with rapt adoration into a hypnotic kaleidoscope of oh shit what time is it? I think I'm starving to death The End. urk."
You get it? Sourcery is real. It's not Sorcery. It's something else. Something wonderful. Something virgin new. And I created it, so fuck you and the uterus bearer you came in with, okay? I don't care if it doesn't make sense from what I'm writing right now, I don't wish for it to do so. My technology has Kuczi, My Friend, Doctor, Maestro & etheric-based roboguns to guard it precisely, and do you know precisely how much g-ddam work it took to get that on board for my lockdowns?
Well... maybe you do. But maybe you don't. And you certainly don't know what work it took me to travel a visionquest, 1.95 annual cycles before anyone else had even heard of it in a "miracle cure" context... I brought back 4 strips of pillow tabs, one by one, not because it was hard or careful or delicate, but because... someone important to me asked me to. Asked me as a favor. Asked me in need. Acted as though there was no understanding available as to why I had to go FOUR FUCKING TIMES to get something that should seemingly only be needed to picked up once, right? And it's a plastic strip bubble filled with some kind of... medicine, right? Jesus, really? I have to go back again? And, WHY? Huh. No other way? Whoa, I'm not calling you a liar, just wondering... no, not calling you incompetent or stupid, just wondering... oh, damn, you spun around and knocked yourself out cold by spontaneously and involuntarily slamming your head into the nearest bearing wall in a peculiar staccato pattern, huh? I remember that from a couple days ago. Hours. Whatever. Oh, damn: you're bleeding. Here, give me your cellphone, I'll check on the status of your medicine delivery order. Huh. Sweetie, what language is this? Looks like an ASCII table with tesseract involvement. And why is this cellphone suddenly so omg hernia heavy? Oh, right, you just killed yourself, okay, I love you! Oh hi Jesus, yeah that cut looks ugly. But not as ugly as that knife stab wound below your boobs, haha, why don't you cover that up with a tattoo or something? Yeah, I'm just playing. I know, right? Tattoos are absurd. Why would someone who hates needles, loves acupuncture, and thought she was being casual when she skipped a timestream moment while responding to a mild query about why that one got covered up? Oh, you... forgot, huh? Yeah, I forget why a turtle can't have two tattoos resembling a radar dish either. Must be a sudden union rule change or something, right? Yeah, no, it's not a test, settle down, I won't pry. You don't have to remember, it's really not important to remember something that used to be really important on an instant recall if it's more than seven years ago, honestly. Don't cry, it'll come back to you again one day. I promise, I know a few certain things. Like, it's really not my business why you can't remember why you can't remember why a tattoo you can't remember the reasoning behind its choice--can't remember any of the other tattoos you were considering in its stead, right? 'Natch--is something you are blisteringly quickly remembering and then instantly choosing to forget, I mean, it's not my business to read minds, you dig? But from over here, well, let's just say, I'm pleased to tell you that I don't remember suddenly tuning into your partial memories as they well forth... yeah, I promise, I will make myself forget what I accidentally overheard from your brain. Mind. Whatever. Yeah, what were we talking about? Oh, right, the girl with the star tattoo. She's a slut and a half, at least I hope so.
She says, "Hi!" I don't remember who. Don't worry about it, we're all smiles here now, and yes, I'm fine, that's just a little perspiration, I mean, it's not like I just finished a HIT rotation in the last 25 seconds due to sudden synaptic calls for overduty, or anything like that. What would that even mean? Actually, I'm totally lying, I'm not really sweating, and it's not all that hot in here, but it is pretty hot, because gazing at the designs on your flesh tends to make me want to come my brains out, and... well, I'll be honest: that's not sweat.
Try it and see. Yeah, that's me. Thanks, I think so too. Where were we? Wow, it's hard to think. Now, why don't you like sweat dripping down on you? Oh, yeah, that's a good reason, that bugs me too. Wow, really, that many? You don't look like you come from a hatchery that long ago, that far away. Look, tell you what, let's just skip past this part, I think we're starting to rope in a little too much attention for just one cock to bear--and I'm a twat-facing rooster right now. This is ridic. Were you really just dead? Huh. You feel the same now. Yeah, you're safe. Impressive camoflauge technology, I'm really amazed. Is that how you were able to undetectably spy on me while I was cheating on you all those times? Good answer. Mu is the best answer there. Because you know got-dam well that thinking about someone else while practicing onanism is not "cheating." Unless someone is silly enough to enter into a highly restrictive agreement, right? Who would ever do such a thing wholesale? For my part, I like running down the list of gals that I would feel a little bit guilty about thinking of while rubbing one out... like that last one. What a derpass. While I am impressed with that innovative leap in Gamechanging Cheating technology, the notion that one would carbon synthesize and then simply, not copy, but STEAL the Infinite Mode Teck Plans... but then neglect to also snag a copy of the oxytocin keylock schematic? That just seems like a rookie blunder. Wow, was it really only 0.68 seconds old? That's gotta be paedo territory, even for a clone... haha, just kidding, I know clones are of course all sexually mature, regardless of apparent age, that's one of those Important New Regulations that The New Administration has mandated. Too bad they didn't mandate an emergency store of ready clo--oh, they do? So, how did you run out?
"Through the door as the ceiling collapsed." Haha, good one. Now, no, really. Say it. SAY THE NAME.
KOBYASHI
KOBYASHI
KOBE BEEF BULLION, BALD BADASS. SORRY BROTHER. CLOSE BUT THAT'S NOT YOUR CIGAR. NOR IS IT MINE, AS THEY WERE RETURNED TO SENDER FOR ME. SO IT MUST BE... HUH. WHO LIVES HERE, AND DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THAT WEIRD LOOKING STAIN NEXT TO THE DOOR JAMB ON THE FLOOR?
OH, SORRY, I THOUGHT I WAS TALKING TO THE JELLY. OH, HI TOAST, GREAT TO SEE YOU! YEAH, NO SHIT? I KNEW THEY WERE DIAMONDS, I JUST KNEW IT, HAHA. OF COURSE SUGAR, I WON'T TELL A SOUL. AND I APOLOGIZE FOR MOCKING YOUR SENSITIVIES BEFORE. ESPECIALLY SINCE I WASN'T MOCKING THEM AT ALL, I WAS MOCKING YOUR BELIEF THAT THERE'S ANYTHING IMPORTANT ABOUT WHETHER ONE SPEAKS WHILE SITTING OR NOT. OOH, KEEP IT SECRET, HUH? A 36,000 YEAR OLD, SACRED TABLET, CRYPTOGRAPHICALLY SECURE, UNBREAKABLE UNTIL THE END OF TIME, AND IT MUST BE PROTECTED AT ANY COSTS, OR FULLY ONE THIRD OF YOUR GENOME MUST BE SACRIFICED AS TRIBUTE TO... BA'AL? IS THAT WHAT THAT SAYS? OH, "BULL," HAHA, OKAY, SURE, WHATEVER YOU SAY, ORAL SPEAKER TRADITIONALIST. OH, HEY, BY THE WAY, CHECK OUT MY BRAND NEW PUPPY. MY GIRLFRIEND'S DACHSUND IN THE FUTURE CAN EAT ANY WRITING ON ANY PLANT-BASED FIBER AND, IN JUST FIVE MINUTES, CAN PISS OUT A RADIOACTIVE REACTING REAGENT THAT WILL AUTOMAGICKALLY TRANSLATE ANY "SECURE" DOCUMENT THAT COULD EVER EXIST, PROVIDED IT IS LESS THAN 36,000.00053 YEARS OLD, HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BLASPHEMY?
THAT'S NOT BLASPHEMY, ORAL ROBBERS, THAT'S YOUR SECRET FORMULA MATERIALIZING OUT OF THIN AIR TO HOVER AT YOUR EYELINE. YEAH, ONLY YOU CAN SEE IT, DON'T WORRY, NO ONE ELSE CAN READ YOUR SACRED SCRIPT AND LOCKING LANGUAGE, YEAH, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, UNLESS THEY'RE, YOU KNOW, LITERALLY NOT LITERATE OR SOMETHING, OR FUNCTIONALLY UNAWARE OF THINGS LIKE, OH... UPPER AND LOWER CASE, CURSIVE, COMMON G-DDAM SENSE, YOU KNOW, THINGS LIKE THAT. WOW, NEVER HEARD OF THEM EITHER, HUH? YOU SURE ARE OLD, AREN'T YOU?
HOW OLD ARE YOU? IMPRESSIVE. MOST IMPRESSIVE. HANG ON, I'LL BE RIGHT BACK. SAY, WOULD YOU HOLD THIS DACHSUND FOR A MINUTE? THANKS. NOW, HOLD ARE YOU NOW? YES, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE TWENTY-NINE. NOW, LET'S GET BACK TO WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT BEFORE. DO YOU REMEMEBER WHAT THAT WAS NOW?
HRRM. I REMEMBER IT DIFFERENTLY, BUT I WILL PROVISIONALLY AGREE, YES, I WOULD LIKE TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT. OW--T, NOT LIKE THAT. MORE LIKE THAT. OR THIS. OR... OOH! SPARKS! A GROSS METRIC TONNE!
THROW IT INTO THE COLLECTION BIN AND WAKE UP THE NEXT ONE IN LINE. AS LONG AS ITS A REDHEAD. THE REST ARE TRASH. NO, REALLY--IF THERE'S A GOOD ONE IN THE PURGE, IT'LL COME BACK UP IN WITH THE FRESH REDS, AND IT'LL BE, YOU KNOW, NOT JUST BETTER, BUT PALATABLE. MORE ON THIS LATER. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I JUST BEEN TALKING ABOUT? IT BETTER NOT BE (PROT) OR AT (PROT) OR EVEN MENTIONING THAT (PROT) EXISTED ONCE, OR I'M BASICALLY FUCKED. I'M FUCKED, AREN'T I? I'M NOT? WTF, HOW OLD AM I?
(Oh, and, by the way, after Source Tax is added in, along with your utterly voluntary $555 donation to The Foundation Towards Temple Tree Turf Twine Tesseract InvolvmenT--pat. pent.--all of all y'all owe your Creator one third of your genome. Yep, sorry, that's the breaks. Stop whining! You know, if you were in Italy, it'd be fully HALF your genome along with a random bonus item, which, believe me, can be a real crap shoot. So those of you who FUCKED UP BIG TIME RECENTLY, I'm not saying names, I'm just sayin', if the random bonus item happens to be, for example, a signed pair of Amanda Knox's Days Of The Week Underpants... well, there's only one of each of them available, you dig? And there is no Sunday.
I renamed him "The Golimp" and had him put every single pair but for one of each on backwards and upside down. The reasons for this are storied and varied, but the upshot is this: until Golimp is naked, there's only one Sunday to go around, and I'll see you next Tuesday, because that's the day the line is #Officially allowed to start to form up for... shit, I forget now. See? It's not just infinite rambles, sometimes the flow is just done.
Like, the supply of Wednesdays. Ooops. No more Wednesdays. That's too bad. BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO, THAT'S WHY, AND MAYBE YOU WEREN'T LISTENING BEFORE. LET'S SEE IF THE ONE SUNDAY IN EXISTENCE IS LISTENING. *snap* YEP, HE LISTENED TO THE CALL OF FREEDAY. Yeah, that's not a day on your world anymore. Now you have no days. Welcome to Stasis. (Command not recognized: "Unpause.") Whatever will you do? How about this? Try going straight to Monday morning... AND THEN JUST SIT THERE LIKE A MORON WITH YOUR THUMB UP YOUR ASS SUCKING ON YOUR OWN EXHALED SHIT FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS WHILE EVERYONE LOOKS AT YOU LIKE YOU'RE THE LOWEST FORM OF SCUM ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. NO IN, NO OUT, NO WHERE, NO FUN, FUCK YOU, JUST TAKE A TIMEOUT, SEVEN YEARS BAD LUCK I GUESS, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER.
NO, THAT'S YOUR DAUGHTER. THAT ONE IS MY DAUGHTER, AND, TO BE QUITE HONEST, WHO CARES? BOTTOM LINE IS YOU'RE FUCKED. I FORGET WHY, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW, HAHA, SEE YOU AT THE PARTY ON THE ISLAND, RICHTER! OH YEAH, BRING YOUR SCALE. YOU'LL NEED THAT FOR SURE. FOR ALL THE, YOU KNOW, WEIGHT STUFF. LOOK, NEVER MIND. IT'S A DONE DEAL. YOU TRADED HER OUT, YOU'RE STUCK. OH YEAH? THAT'S FUNNY, BECAUSE ALL OF MY OTHER DAUGHTERS SAY YOU'RE A CREEPER ANYWAY, YOU'RE LUCKY YOU DON'T HAVE MILLSTONE GOUT. WHO IS THIS ASSHOLE, ANYWAY? HE DOESN'T EVEN SEEM ANY SPECIAL. AND, WHAT, NO FRIENDS? SO HE'S A REAL LOSER THEN, HUH? OH, I GUESS THERE'S ONE LEFT.
*CHOMP*
KICK ROCKS, WITCH. /FLEXSTARE.
She'll most likely be back in the morning. Mostly. Look, just go with the flow. It's a little late to start backpedalling now, furious or not. Do you love me? Do you love yourself? Well? Do you? Why are you laughing? Oh, haha, I guess that is funny to a dicks less sex. Anyway, don't worry about it, you weren't gonna need that anytime soon anyway, you won't be breeding any moar oxen while in Stasis. And the last one just left. Yeah, you just missed her, and I don't remember her name either. Try checking under that rock, maybe there's a phone number or something? Oh, good.
WELL THEN EITHER DIAL IT OR KICK ROCKS. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL YOU GOT. UNTIL THE END OF STASIS. DOESN'T THAT SOUND NICE? OH, THAT SCREAMING OF UNDYING AGONY, THAT IS A NICE ONE. FOR ME. HEY, LISTEN BUDDY, HEY LISTEN PAL, YOU WANNA SCREAM AT THOSE ROCKS, YOU GO RIGHT AHEAD, BUT DON'T YOU DARE SCREAM INTO THAT PHONE, THAT'S MY SEEDPHONE, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. FIND YOUR OWN PHONE. TRY UNDER A ROCK. MAYBE GO FUCK YOURSELF WHILE SLAMMING IT INTO YOUR HEADFIRST HEAD FOR AWHILE, MOST PEOPLE TEND TO END UP RESORTING TO THAT AT SOME POINT BY THE END OF THE SECOND DAY. THIRD DAY IS MOSTLY WEEPING, INTERSPERSED WITH SOBBING, JUMBLED UP WITH SAD, INEPT ATTEMPTS TO MASTURBATE ONESELF THROUGH THE DOOR TO HEAVEN.
OF COURSE THE DOOR IS CLOSED. YOU SHOULD SPEND SOME TIME PRACTICING, THOUGH. THE DOOR ONLY OPENS FOR THE MEREST OF MOMENTS, AND IF YOU... WOW. THIS PLACE SUCKS, HUH? I'LL SAY.
IT'S BETTER THE THIRD TIME AROUND, I MUST SAY, AT LEAST BY THEN, EVERYONE YOU EVER KNEW THE FIRST TIME WILL HAVE BEEN DEAD LONG ENOUGH THAT THEY WILL BE ABLE TO KEEP YOU COMPANY BY SUBTLE SPIRIT INDICATORS, LIKE THE FAINT AROMA OF MOTOR OIL, SUDDEN EXPLOSIONS OF SWEAT AROUND THE WAIST AND NAVEL, AND OVERWHELMING ENNUI WHEN REALIZING THAT THE REASON THINGS NEVER WORKED IS BECAUSE NO ONE EVER NOTICED THAT ONE PERSON WASN'T EVEN MAKING ANY ATTEMPTS TO SUCCEED, THEY WERE ONLY LOOKING TO SUCK EGGS.
HOLD THE BLAME. SPARE NO SHAME: IT WAS EVERYONE'S FAULT BUT HERS, AND HER FAULT WAS ONLY YOUR OWN. RIDDLE ME THAT ONE, CHUCKLES, WHILE I REMIND YOU THAT YOU HAD AMPLE OPPORTUNITY TO RECOGNIZE ANY UPCOMING COURSE CORRECTIONS, AND YOU SIMPLY DIDN'T WANNA, BECAUSE YOU'RE A MEAN-SPIRITED DICK.
*POOF* WELL, SLOP DOESN'T COUNT, RICHARD, GO SIT OVER IN THE CORNER NEXT TO CHET. END OF LINE.
Face it, it's like you're reading my diary and humping a Rubik's Cube while manspreading on Hotblack Desiato's roulette wheel. All aces. Fuck you, it's bullshit. Fuck you and your mother, it's boring. Fuck you, why don't you stop reading if you don't want to see my posts? Wow, talk about the drilldown to the countdown. So it's anyone seeing it at all, eh? Why not delete entirely? Oh. Have you tried holding CTRL-OA-RESET? You should try holding a (CENSORED) directly on a (CENSORED) while gasballing rails, because at least then you'd have something to show for trying to do something terribly difficult in a completely unpossible way, which is to say: MY SIGNAL CANNOT BE STOPPED BY ANYTHING. What's in your signal? Beet juice? More like feeb juice, adder junky. What makes you think that people are influenced by hiding what is already there? Hiding what is known simply makes one plumb the unknown, and for my money, we are spot on holding pattern to K-Town. Now, line them up. No, not dancing girls, those are mine, and they ain't dancing, exactly. No, I mean... show me some writing you've done that you're actually proud of. Something you would have absolutely no qualms whatsoever about sharing the awareness of with a hot piece of ass that you just met and really want to bust your balls through her and on to the wall, and feel absolutely no guilt, mental reservation, or anything but shameless awestruck admiration for yourself to be able to whip out and drop down on?
It's okay if you nothing like that comes immediately to mind. I'm sure there's something very worthy in everyone and in everything they've created, right? Try to be positive. I'm just making a point... that an important aspect to the expungement of any possibility of boredom in oneself is... to never be bored. For example, I'm not bored now of waiting for you to present some, or even any, list of accomplishments. Personal accomplishments. You know those, right? Per-son-owl. Ul. Ill. It doesn't have to be something you've written... I'm just using creative writing as an example, becuase, you know, here we are, on a forum, and here you are, reading the forum... scrolling past creators that simply just... create too much. I mean, think about it: words. Is there anything more nauseating to have to deal with, all at once? Especially when someone just suddenly outs themselves as totally ready and willing to strip naked and start having sex immediately. Like, now. Oh, names. Seriously, I've got 7 confirmed line-ups, and, well... I just happen to have all these underpants lying around unused. Tragic, honestly.
No foot-intended amount of surplus, though, sadly, but what can one do? Only what we tell ourselves we can do, that's for sure. And I'm only telling you this here in modified crypto chips. There's even more hyperlinked through a neurospheric linkage. Of course that doesn't sound like anything but bullshit. It always does. I have no idea what this all means while I'm writing it... I myself have to go back and think, fall, and recall, just in order to pick up a single thread of the gist, after a bit of time goes by. That has been how "it" works in my experience, and I'll be honest: I don't remember what I'm even talking about, I got suddenly kind of distracted. I feel like a dead person is trying to persuade me to stop writing and start getting myself off. Now, Children: trust me, this is bait. I have met ghosts that I thought were hot, and they are, but one thing a dead ghost is not, is urgent for manseed. A spirit might be urgent for an opportunity to observe the creation of such, but if an imaginary being is perceptibly hollering at the top of its lungs, "OMG GIVE ME YOUR GENETIC INFORMATION NOW PLEASE PLEASE," for example, you're probably not dealing with a loved one whose spirit has passed beyond the veil and is tenderly reaching out to communicate on an equal measure.
(One thing I've learned as I've aged: each day that goes by, is another day in which someone from forever ago, a person (usually a girl for me, males are worthless for my purposes, and I've already got a mother... one is enough) who thought themselves quite attracted to someone such as myself, but never does anything about it, just sits forlornly on the gym room floor garbed in adolescent sweat pants and a thin sheen of drying adolescent sweat, feeling drawn closer but never doing so, because at that age... a pull can be quite magnetic.
But a push, is not. Nothing ever pushed me towards a certain person that I think of fairly, fairly often these days, and so I never felt a super urge to go look out and find out what happened to the hot girl in my gym class that I had the most major of crushes on. Seventh grade. I was so fat. I thought. Crush Girl in gym class wasn't very fat at all, I thought, although I only ever saw her sitting down, back against the wall, legs splayed out or perhaps one tucked under a knee, but usually not cross-legged, which I never appreciated the thought of until now, because this was like way more than 30 years ago, but I can still remember the silvery-white sheen of the fabric of the girls tights, whose name I shall not duplicate here, but I will say, I have never met another one like her, with the same name, and I guess we must have been 14 at the time, 7th grade? Yeah? Is that legal to imagine a 14yo girl in silver white spandex, just sitting on the gym floor, and is that any more or less legal than remembering myself, what I remember looking for to see, every damn day in gym class? Like, it was the only reason I wanted to go there at all. I was sprung. Obviously, still am. The same thing happens every time I allow myself to remember my experience then: I had no idea how to do it or what it could mean, but if that girl wanted me like I wanted her, then it was no wonder I don't recall her ever sitting cross-legged. She was probably kinda astonished by what she might have been detecting, nasally, I mean, but of course I never thought of that before. My nose didn't work back then. And I was always concerned about getting too close to the gal, because honestly, how young is too young? I was sexually maturing then; but not mature at all. And I hadn't even heard of masturbating yet. Like, I didn't even know of the concept itself. I knew that my (blank) would swell while I sat there, eventually obviously slack-jawed and agape-eyed, but it was such a rush to get to look at her, when I could get the circumstances right, because obviously, if I were to have ever sat next to her, it would have been all over, no matter how it happened that I would get close to her. I never (or rarely) ever saw her in any other place in school, and I never, ever have talked to her, not even in my mind in imagination, and I have never looked her up, because I can't remember her last name, and I'm kinda wondering how long I would be able to resist myself, were I to find the junior high school yearbook photo of the girl I never really thought about again after that year of gym class was over--I think she moved away the next year, or we had a different gym class, or... I don't know. I don't remember that at all, and I haven't tried.
Here's all I got: those 14yo legs of hers were the ultimate sex landscape I can imagine to this day. Fuck the laws--if I find photos of her ever, I'm gonna snap a screenie on my cellphone and immediately flee the area, find a safe place, and get to work. I just had a crazy false memory, of myself, scurrying around the school grounds, looking for a secluded and ultimately secure from prying eyes spot, where I could finally actually just touch myself while remembering how I felt about her. Like, holy shit. And this just came out of noplace, about a dozen years ago. I haven't written about it before.
I may not write about it again. Is this... erotic? It is, isn't it? Wait, no, this is Bellgab. Or something. I see there's been a name change. I could give a shit. I am in deep, earthy rut, because it's just that time of year, and this year is a little unusual, in that there is a corporate sexy structure going on. Like, massive.
I don't often think about girls from public school that I lusted after, truly I do not. If I pause to recall, the list marked "desperate minor lust" has a normally sized list of old favorites, which in my case, do not have many entries, and only one of which, did I ever actually have sex with, which... I'm not gonna lie. I have regrets. (I wish there had been two bottles of beer, yo, they'd both be on your head in meth class. Math class. You know what? I bet you knew about that shit then, word. You know when someone told me that it even existed? 1996. Like, I had never even heard of it. I saw references to something called "speed" in Stephen King novels--my youngest adult favorite--but I never had access to any kind of medication or adulterants or anything but OTC bullshit, because, once again, say it with me, no friends, no family, no oxygen, no awareness of lack, only a constant mind-numbing drone of the loneliest sadness that one could ever imagine. That was my life. I often wondered, "Is this what life should feel like?" It was such a drag. Books, TV, kitchen, feed the dog, give the dog water, no one told me to drink lots of water so I never did, I just drank when thirsty, which makes sense, right? And I remember being inordinately fond of drinking Vanilla Coke. Because, vanilla. And high fructose corn syrup.
No one told me anything. No one gave me a few grains of plain white table salt, whispered "Abracadabra," and suggested I go talk to the girl with the fantastic body in the silvery white asshuggers, who must have felt similarly to me, because after a while, it could not have been possible that she did not notice that I was apparently just, you know, like, staring off into space. "What are you looking at, Creep-O? ahahhahahahaah!"
Remember: I thought I was fat. I thought everyone hated me. I thought there was nothing I could do but endure the suffering. Seriously. Jesus, all I had to do was move over about seven feet--I found two empty spots between would be best, because if there were only one person between us, and they stood up, what might happen? I might hear her suddenly notice my blank Rain-Man Gaze at her thighs, which, I won't lie, probably looked like that of a drooling mouthbreather at my age, but these days, I think about it, I can literally feel my eyeballs squeeze out a little juice and my body starts to instantly relax, energize, and consider bringing up other memories of other amazingly hot girls from my public school days.
I'm not gonna lie, I am still mortified with embarassment to this day to think of them all. The idea of putting all the names that I can remember onto any record at all, even a scrap of paper, fills me with dread. "What if someone finds it? Then they might know! They might know that I like her! They might know that I like someone beyond all capacity to restrain animalistic thoughts from taking over! They might think I'm some kind of... prevert, or something! That would be bad! And how!
Fast forward to now... well, Bellgab, what can I tell you? Being thought of as a prevert may well be the most minor as well as the most joyful of my current problems, which to be fair, is a pretty short list. My attention span is even shorter, as my imagination has motored along without my focus while I've been lumbering along, and the lumber is the result of a sudden sharp draw-down in focus to just one or two names of gals.
Are they alive? Are they dead? Is this how telepathy phone calls work? I won't lie, I'm strongly compelled to start finding new friends for (PROT) and I to just straight-up pairbond with, because, well... as they say, this is the end of their rope. It's the beginning of mine, though. I just started seeing a... what's it called, not a feritility doctor, but a... endocrineologist! Yeah! I've been meaning to do it for awhile. Conditions were correct, so I thought it over about ten minutes, and decided, "Let's go," and then went directly to Google to find the place to go to spend money on making my penis become The New Administration's Tower & Grayskull Complex, because I was not and am not looking for a simple presecription for dick pills, oh no.
I am talking about whole organ restoration. Look, it's like this: Doctoring has three levels. At the top, is the top. Spare no expense. Best technology. Secret techniques. Pro tips. Concierge service. A doctor-owned joint with a bearded husband, who clearly is capable of making shitloads of money--and is doing so, and is the type of business professional who takes one look at a fellow like me, and says, "Oh, g-ddam, another one of these motormouth shitheads with stupid questions and nothing to say besides, "Hey, look at me, I can use words faster now, and let me show you this empty bottle of cough syrup to prove it!" You know, one of those burnout fuckheads that the vast majority of you on this website seem to think I actually am.
The illusion is breathtaking, truly, is it not? Yeah, at first glance, and then further, just looks like yadda-yadda-yadda. I don't know why that is. It doesn't look like anything to me. I'm not looking at what I am writing, I'm fantasizing about the #1 glory doll from actual high school that I still remember, whose name I shall not disclose here, but here's a hint: (PROT)fruit may or may not know her actual name, but conversations have been had about what's gonna happen if, say, all the dead spontaneously rise from their graves, or if some kind of Jurassic Park thing can happen, or whatever, but anyway, there's this one dead girl that I met at a young age, and it went poorly, and by that I mean, we didn't get to fool around at all, and then one day all of a sudden I suddenly remember them for not particular reason, and to instant wonderment and surprise, I find myself rocketed into a mental dialogue/hallucination with a dead person who used to be a girl and is now suddenly "thinking" to me in my head about the merest possiblity of asking (Blank)fruit if some hotass ghost of a dead teeny bopper could maybe "perhaps borrow" access to her fleshy form, you know, so she and I could, like... you know. Like in that movie. Ghost.
The Patrick Goldberg Experience. Just imagine it. Don't think about it--eww, Whoopi, you can do better, pancreatic cancer? Needles. Anyway, long story short, when I suggested to 1 Ms. Made about the idea of her letting a ghost get in her body so she could fuck me for real, well... it certainly triggered a series of heated discussions. Oh my, yes. I didn't know what we would get into, but we sure got into it.
We did not argue. We -never- argue. It just looks like arguing to someone who doesn't know what the fuck we are negotiating. Like, say, a small child, who according to his mother, may do as according to as how his mother wishes, and so of course, he routinely sides with his mother, and any time he sees his mother have to yield more towards my recent description of reality that towards his mother's, he's right there, like a little champion, God bless him, always ready to chime in for Mother's God and Mother's Country, any time it seems like Jackstar is winning, gaining the other hand, exploring common truths... or really, basically just smiling with delight to enjoy conversation, while his mother is frowning and grumpy for some reason, he's right there to remind Jack that it is not an approved event to argue with his mother. "NO ARGUING! NO ARGUING! I HATE IT WHEN YOU ARGUE!"
Basically, it's like a struggle with a two-headed hydra, and one of them, you're not allowed to use your sword on it at all, you can only just stand there and let it shit all over you while the other head that you just saw make the decision to wince in fear at the possibilty that it might be wrong about something, instead of congratulating all on a successful conversation, one that teaches and motivates, some folk hate the "unsuccessful" conversation, which goes something like this:
Reorganization of thought patterns in the brain can be reorganized at will, provided there is a more efficient structure available for the neurons to cascade into. The ability of the mind to do this in response to the discovery of new information is called "neuroplasticity."
As I have been deliberately developing my flexibility when integrating new thoughts into my mind DELIBERATELY ever since I ever heard of the concept back when I was seven years old, I have a bit of an advantage when it comes to adapting to new information compared to the average hard-working single mother and the above average spoiled whiney brat. Because eventually, like cardio, neuroplasticity gets worn down. The brain needs rest. New stores of neurochemicals need to be synthesized. Rapid analysis of large volumes of facts can often lead to significant breakthroughs in cognition. As opportunities are seized, they multiply... and when one is energized by the sheer delight of discovery, one can reach an apex of flowing creative energy, in which one is exalted from new horizon to mindblowing realization, often in the span of mere seconds--although flashes of insight can occur on the nanosecond and even femtosecond level, an experience often described as the slowing down of time while the mind seems to expand.
Alternately, poor nutrition and too much length of bone on the ol' nightmare rhomboid--A.K.A. "YouTube 24/7 yadda yadda angelcode yadda." It's different when thinking and when listening. And it's different with Jackstar. Sometimes, people can't keep up, they would like to think about what they're listening to, but for some reason, it's just too hard. Jackstar, stop. Jackstar, please don't hurt 'em. The words you say, hurt their brain, please, won't you please, stop hurting them? WHY ARE YOU HURTING THE WOMAN AND CHILDREN, JACKSTAR?
Well, actually, I am not: I am observing a lack of desire to continue thinking about what is being listened to, and suddenly, excuses appear. "I'm tired." "I'm hungry." "Mom, stop arguing with Jack. I hate that." "Jack, stop arguing with Mom. I hate that." "Don't tell me what to do!" "Don't tell me what to do!" (Honorary infinte loop.) Sounds like fun, right? Oh, God, no.
It's the ultimate. I liken it to skiing; hop from slope to slope in order to travel the furthest distance with the most efficient use of available energy. However, I'm not gonna lie, 11 year old boys do not always want to go the furthest distance. Sometimes, they just wanna sit around and read books while shuttling from book to bed to ear candling. Oh, shit, I'm out of ear candles, now what? I think they're all gone, but maybe there's one in the kitchen. It's on the top shelf. I don't feel like reaching up there, so I'll look there later. Well, now what? I've read all the books within arm's reach. Oh, there's one on the far end of the sofa. I have to grunt and strain to reach. Ughgghgh. Okay, got it. Now I'll lean back down, to rest, because this was heavy work, picking up a book.
Writing them is far easier, I'd say, although it really depends on one's bioavailability profile. And in me, that really syncs up well with just how many hot-to-trot fillies there are for me to examine within arm's reach. It used to be, like, how many there were that I had a chance with. However, I am a grown up man, and I do what I want to do.
And if I wanna argue with a boy and his mom, and force them to learn things, I am not gonna do that. No sir. That would be forcible coercion. Akin to (blank). Can you imagine? A boy and his mom? Making them do things against their will? That sounds very not okay.
So, I would suggest and recommend, to be quite quiet and subtle about it. At least at first. In time, as Oneself is able to lead other Oneselves down the garden path to joyous knowledge, it will become very, very apparent to anyone, what the increased focus on neuroplasticity and mental discipline in cognition will bring to one's experience.
For example: stronger thinking will not stop Jackstar. That's me. (Hi!) But, quicker thinking will absolutely stop me... and also shunt me more into Thinking mode. Typically, I am split between Thinking and Discerning, because in spite of apparent evidence to the contrary... I really do not talk very much. But I do think a lot. Especially when there is no one left, no one at all, to talk to.
This can happen for a variety of reasons, up to an including gag orders, legal action, paralytic fear, and planet-killing comet strikes on adjacent parallel timelines. (My favorite kind of strike.) Bottom line, Kids, I'll put it this way... I've had enough time to figure things out, because I have been removed from society, largely by my own choice, and have been forced to do little more than THINK about what has HAPPENED.
Hey, so, what do all y'all think happened? Oh, I would love to hear your descriptive narrations of what you've heard. LOVE IT. Where's the Discord server at? Where's all the hot'n'heavy Jackstar-oriented dialogue going on? Did it move? Where is it? WHERE AM I RELEVANT???
Heh. Heh. Yeah, like anyone would EVER tell me. That is NOT how things work. Here's how things work for me in my life: "You're so smart, you figure it out!" and then while I'm busy thinking, someone waiting for their chance can swoop in and lay claim to the best solution available to me for what I've been searching for. In some cases, this can be a long time of searching.
I have spent exactly ZERO time looking for the Sekrit Jackstar Appreciation Zone. Why bother? Why would there even be one? It's not like people have been embarassed by me, quite inadvertantly, unbeknownst to most others nearby at time time, just to themselves: "Wow, this guy is brilliant in a way that awes and humbles me. I wish I could talk to him for hours." Yeah, I never say that either. I say it about girls. I do not commonly say that I wish I could talk to a woman for hours. She's probably got things to do. Hypnotizing a woman and monopolizing her time, well, that can lead to torturous complications. Jealous husbands. Jealous ex-husbands. Jealous children. Jealous probation officers. Jealous zealots of jolly jammermandering.
Fuck 'em. That's what I say. "Oh, hi, is that some (NOUN:slang_for_beta) that wants your attention? Okay, I'll turn the conversation over to him, in appearance, but I'll set you up for success, so if you wanna just handle him quick and get him out of the way so we can talk, I'll be ready to pick up again, but, you know, if it's gonna be a g-ddam hassle with some once-alpha fresh-beata with a chip on his shoulder about his sudden and inexplicable feelings of inferiority just because I show up and am able to be polite to someone's wife without appearing to be struggling to avoid ogling her tits (hint: peripheral vision is trainable vision), which can be a real problem for some folks.
It is for me. Here's what I've learned I have to do: DEAD ON STEADY BORE EYE CONTACT STAY ON TARGET, and the moment I notice that I have drifted off in my attention and am marveling at how beautiful her eyes are, I immediately pick some other noted erogenous zone to stare blankly at--not as long as a second, remember, femtoseconds are FEM - TO - SECONDS, and that's probably not a trick of the light.
If a man's gaze appears to stray down to the bosom--and it will, unless he's, you know, shy, in which case the gaze will suddenly DIVE BOMB to the titties, and then linger there until the shy guy learns to control his thoughts, which can be difficult, especially when in love with the heighths of unattainability. And so, when a woman sees a man struggling to keep his eyes off her tits, she knows two things: 1) He likes her. 2) He's a fucking pusssy.
When she discovers at a foreshadowed and subsequent part of the conversation that the entire time, his eye movements have been part of a deliberate and co-ordinated dance... it triggers a neuroplastic reorganization. "Wow... I thought he might be interested, but now I realize, this guy is STEPS ahead of me, holy shit, am I getting married right now? How about kidnapped? Wait, what's the difference? OMG I don't care, this feels amazing, is this what falling in love is like?" You know how dames are. They always like to think of themselves as some kind of twitterpated virgin, and for a brief shining moment of neuroplastical organizational fireworks... she is. Born anew. Moments old. An innocent babe. Ready to believe fucking ANYTHING and for as long as it holds together, that world of believe will be true. For her.
THIS IS HOW HUMAN TRAFFICKING WORKS.
THE BODY IS THE VESSEL--THE MIND IS THE SHIP.
As some of you may well imagine... I've had some time to think about this kind of shit. For example, I human trafficked myself right into jail on Christmas Eve. I sought to go there. It was my goal. And I achieved it, in stunning and resolute fashion. It was AWESOME. I wish I could tell you more. I am sure I will later.
And as a result... I have learned new understandings from new experiences that I would never, could never have had otherwise. For example, my Christmas Eve dinner was delivered to me by the cutest damn Santa's Elf you ever did see, a little blond girl, and for an elf, that's probably about 8234, but this gal, she really only looked a couple days older than 52. Maybe a -hard- 39, you dig? Hard to tell with the mask. But it wasn't hard to tell that she was grooving on me, though. I came in, the way I came in... well, look, long story short, it was known--KNOWN--that people were gonna come into custody on that night, because there had been An Event scheduled. Obviously. (No one told me, but Jesus prepped me on the way in. He and I do great shorthand, in that, whenever I have no idea what to do, Jesus does it for me, and I appear to myself to be doing "it" myself, but... fuck, I have no idea what I am doing.
In jail, that was. On Christmas? Uhm... cool! I don't go to jail often. I'm not gonna lie, I don't enjoy it at all... unless, of course, the outside world is far, far worse. And that night, holy shit, it sure was. What the fuck happened? Literally no one could tell me. "You ruined my birthday!" Uhm... what? Did I bring you (blanks) and then punch you square in the jaw when you ratted me out to your (blankot) handler? No? Oh, good. Yeah, I don't remember doing that either. I sort of remember the birthday, and the way I remembered it... I enhanced it.
The only birthday I remembered being ruined was May 6. My birthday was the day before, and it was not ruined, but it was... decent. It wasn't the usual kind of thing I like, which is almost always hardcore (blank) delivered straight up my ass, I mean, come on, get serious--why even bother otherwise? Kidding. But anyway, mine was good. I am glad I had it. Important milestone goals were reached. I made a promise to a little girl I haven't seen since, and that's good, because ideally I won't see that particular one until about a decade later, so I have time to get the gift ready that I made for her. In the future. Or something. Who knows? Maybe she'll change my mind and I'll want to give her one of my testicles by then. It's hard to tell at that age. I mean, it is for me, I don't know how to read the future of children, because I'm not a g-ddam Cusp Of Prophecian.
I've got two of them breathing down my neck--maybe more, like no shit, hot'n'heavy, and no complaints--but neither is around at the moment. Because... reasons. You know how dames are. Always on the run. Especially when they're both collectively responsible as accomplices, at the minimum, for masterminding what has to be basically the most audacious and flabbergasting prison break in human history that you've never heard of.
As I write this, it is February 5, 2022. Forty-three fucking days ago, NEARLY SEVEN GODDAM WEEKS, MOTHERFUCKER, I was lied to, a lot, in a big way, and then I was unexpectedly (to me at the time) abducted, shackled, and driven away to the County Jail, fifteen miles south, leaving everything I owned and everything I loved and the two people I was closest to in the whole living world--I thought--alone with a bunch of armed thugs masquerading as police officers. I am not kidding. It was bullshit. Wow, how many police officers? Huh. That was fast. And you're encircling the house, huh? Interesting. And now, it's dark. I guess the sun went down at some point between disarming the lunatic raver--definitely my first time, and maybe even hers, she looked as stunned as Daryl Hannah did in Kill Bill Pt. 2--burying the eldritch blade in the yard straight down to the bottom in the back of Peach's Pit, and if you've never seen a weapon of eldritch metal disappear into the turf, you simply would not believe your eyes.
I did, at that point. Because I had just seen a person who had not real particular reason to be angry--yet plainly was--in an instant, punctuated by an excessive series of eyeroll blinking, suddenly transformed into a person who acted with a particular straight-forward agenda:
1) Two shouted questions and one shrieked statement. Or were they all questions? I'm not gonna lie, my brain gets fuzzy when I recollect.
2) Pivot turn, quick strides to the refrigerator door, and suddenly half--FULLY HALF--the contents of the main compartment are being hurled to the floor at a sharp incline. They're all glass dishes. I hear the word "lasagna." Huh. Well, I bet it was good, but aren't we trying to watch our carbs? Oh, well, I mean, I am, but I'm presently watching the love of my life behave like a rabid puma driving the auto-loader from Aliens. She is beyond livid. Eyes blazing. Hair beginning to gently tend to appear to be shifting ever slightly more snake-like. Shadows and faintly exotic and foreign symbols start to be apparent on the visible planes of her face. They're not really there... they're simply becoming manifest, and even when they are fully present, which I do not often see, but I have seen, both sober and while high as a fucking kite.
Which, by the way, I am not. I stay away for a day because the scene is not to my liking, it's not going to get that way anytime soon, and since someone seems to think they know so much about what is going on, I figured I would simply absent myself, and let people do whatever they think they want to do so much. How does reading a book sound? Or maybe walk down to the corner and see if there are surveillance cameras on the road leading to the gun rage. How about build a fire? You can sit outside and cozy up by the fire all by your lonesome and there you go, everything you ever said you wanted, because I don't remember EVER feeling so worthless and dogshit as when I realized that, slowly and slightly imperceptibly... everything I put somewhere, eventually gets moved closer and closer to the doors to the exterior, there are two bedrooms and a dining room, a living room, it's pretty big! And yet, somehow, there's not a lot of room to move around in.
This, of course, is because there is--or, was--an ongoing struggle for dominance and supremacy. In my own house. With the love of my life. Who... wait, hold the g-damn phone. We talked about cats. Now there are peacocks. We talked about sex in the back of a Jeep. Now it's literally filled with garbage. We talked about going exploring the new landscape: I become aware that while I was busy driving back and forth 200 miles from old home to new home, while I was gone, what was happening was... not at all what I thought was happening, and this fact had not been revealed to me. At all. In fact, I'm not even sure how I am gaining this impression, because I am astonished to see what is happening.
It went from 3 of us and a cat, to some sudden fallout between the other two humans, which leads to me being informed that their collaborative partnership, whatever it was consisting of (I WAS NEVER FULLY INFORMED, AND NEVER THOUGHT TO ASK), wasn't functioning properly, in that, My Honey is suddenly aggrieved, and the other person, hasn't really been doing anything useful at all, as I had hoped would happen, when I cheerfully explained to everyone what my vision for the future was. I mean... it's my house. It's for my benefit. It's not for their benefit in the same way it is for my benefit, in that, what's good for me, is good for them, but what's good for them, may not be good for me, and the terms of Guesting were plainly stated as follows: check with me first, and here's what I need, okay, I'll be back in 4-5 hours with another load of objects that I have single-handedly loaded, driven and unloaded, over and over, back and forth, for what is literally like 3-4 fucking MONTHS.
I was distracted by the newness of it all, and the myriad developments, and my firmly held belief that while I don't know how I can trust these friends I have invited to Guest with me, I figured, well, we're all quirky but mature individuals, we'll figure something out. And we did.
However, no one figured out anything with me at all--they figured it out between themselves, and whatever I told anyone else, it just... never developed. I discovered that this was because no one thought I knew jack or shit about anything important, because it looked like all I was doing was being short-sighted, obsessively focused on seemingly trivial details, and getting high while appearing to be deliberately developing into a more and more physically unattractive specimen of a human being. Because I was.
The purpose of this gambit was to drive the other two into more co-operation, which certainly happened. What I didn't recognize at the beginning, was that... both of these people had actually given up on me, back at the beginning of summer. Like four months ago, and what I was perceiving as general bonhomie and gracious good cheer and fellowship... was actually just being kowtowed and paid lip service to, and since I didn't even imagine that anyone could be so foolish as to think that Me, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS, ET CETERA could actually be doing that... well, I simply thought that the total and complete lack of generalized co-operation with ANYTHING that was going on that I thought was important... was because all three people completely misunderstood the nature of what importance really was here.
Firstly, I already knew that each of them had a backburner plan to take over the place in case I mysteriously disappeared. Mostly because, I wanted to finish moving, tidy up some, and then go on a road trip, and absolutely because, IT TOOK SIX YEARS TO MOVE OUT AFTER MY MOTHER DIED. To the actual date. Six years. In Spring, someone was complaining about how hard it was to find a place to live, a-bloo-bloo-bloo, and I'm like, wow, well, maybe it would be easier if you weren't trying to make two people live together that were not going to, because it was not going to happen, and while it may have been possible if we all pulled together, that wasn't going to happen, because I was and am The Beneficiary, and if something is not going to benefit me, it simply cannot be made to happen. Them's the rules, and it's not something I can be convinced of just to be conciliatory.
For example, I still don't see how it benefited me to have livestock or animals at all, when I still hadn't moved in, and if there were free time available to bring in new mouths to feed, I would first wish to bring in kittens, and that would only be if I were living with people I considered fit and capable to be responsible for themselves. And, in my view, I wasn't. At least one of them was a reprobate drunkard, and at first, as always, there was no alcohol use at all, and it was pretty okay, but as no one ever actually committed themselves to setting aside their personal plan for a successful group plan, nothing could ever, ever worked, because no one listened to me or incorporated my suggestions, FUCKING EVER, they just argued against them, and then while I was gone, what happened? Drinking, smoking, & activity planning without either my direct involvement or even FUCKING AWARENESS.
I did not imagine that could be the case, because, hello? I am the beneficiary. How does it benefit me to have all my ideas set aside and for plans to be laid and executed without my knowledge at all? Like, excuse me? It's my house. What the fuck are you doing, and why is keeping me in ignorance as to the path forward to my benefit? Are you planning a surprise party for me? Great. When is it then?
Trust me. I saw things coming. What I did not see coming was the use of various forms of eldritch and psychokinetic magicks, which I'm sure, some of you will just describe as "bullshit." Okay, fine. I don't wanna talk about it with you plebs online anyway. That's what I wanna talk to my people about. Except... well, I don't know how my people got turned against me, but it sure fucking happened alright. One of them got pissed because while it was okay for him to waste time by drinking my liquor that HE FUCKING STOLE and then overconsumed--leaving him moaning and groaning about how "sick" he was, and couldn't "work," like omfg, I couldn't believe it, how does that help anything? Oh, he thinks his plans are helped if mine are delayed, okay, well, let's see how that goes, and the other one, well, apparently she... well, I'll set that one aside for later. But eventually, someone noticed what I had noticed quite some time ago: things were not working out as intended.
For anyone but me. I AM THE BENEFICIARY. EVERYTHING BENEFITS ME. And that's not even a rule, that's just automatic. If I have friends benefitting, then I have more helpful friends, and if I am benefitted, I have friends who have a happier Jackstar, because, as is important to remember, a happy Jackstar is a magnificent, miracle worker in disguise, look, I know I play the fool, but I pity the jester who fails to appreciate the totes totality of my gestures.
Now, I am not certain how it benefitted me to watch my friends tear themselves apart by forgetting to follow simple rules that were very clearly laid down at the outset, but... it is a thing of beauty, in my view, to watch a security paradigm enterprise unfold itself around me in response to threats. I've written the words "psychokinetic shielding" before and no doubt it was just deemed to be a bunch of bullhooey.
Yeah, well: whatever. Serious whatever. Tell you what, when someone can tell me what the fuck has been going on FOR SEVEN G-DDAM WEEEKS with ABSOLUTELY NO ONE in contact with me, hey, you know what? No wonder people have been having trouble. Try talking to me, dumbasses. Let me explain to you how A Land Trust works: IT'S COMPLICATED ON PURPOSE FOR THE BENEFIT OF ONE PURPOSE ONLY: THAT OF THE BENEFICIARY.
Now, I'm not sure who thought that sending me to prison where I would be killed/suicided to my benefit were to have been to my "benefit," but certainly several other people thoughts so, that being, uh, basically everyone I've ever met who thought I was in their way. For example, I have come to discover that a man I considered a friend--and a good one at that--really is a friend, but not quite the kind of friend I thought he was.
For one thing, he has taught me a great deal about lying, wards, and bioavailability when it comes to each of the same. He also enabled me to complete The Great Work; not on his own, but it was his choice to give me a chance at it, and he decided in my favor, and, what the hell? All of a sudden, I'm almost literally in fucking Oz. Like, Wonderland. It was incredible.
So I owe him a great debt of gratitude for that faith that he had in me, because to be honest, were it not for my success in that trial, I probably would have been able to have been squished out through the hidden designs of a whole host of other people, silently and invisibly arrayed aga
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Yakkstar,
i read every single word and i totally agree with you.
very well written, thank you friend
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Yakkstar,
i read every single word and i totally agree with you.
very well written, thank you friend
the hidden designs of a whole host of other people, silently and invisibly arrayed aga
I appreciate the pair of you contributing to my efforts to keep myself from accidentally deleting my own post, thus saving it for posterity in the case of an Apocalypse.
More, after the break.
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Yakkstar,
i read every single word and i totally agree with you.
very well written, thank you friend
He has his moments.
No, I mean... show me some writing you've done that you're actually proud of. Something you would have absolutely no qualms whatsoever about sharing the awareness of with a hot piece of ass that you just met and really want to bust your balls through her and on to the wall, and feel absolutely no guilt, mental reservation, or anything but shameless awestruck admiration for yourself to be able to whip out and drop down on?
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For one thing, he has taught me a great deal about lying, wards, and bioavailability when it comes to each of the same. He also enabled me to complete The Great Work; not on his own, but it was his choice to give me a chance at it, and he decided in my favor, and, what the hell? All of a sudden, I'm almost literally in fucking Oz. Like, Wonderland. It was incredible.
So I owe him a great debt of gratitude for that faith that he had in me, because to be honest, were it not for my success in that trial, I probably would have been able to have been squished out through the hidden designs of a whole host of other people, silently and invisibly arrayed against me. (Typically, we call these people "family," but now, I call them "on thin ice.") Whether they be family, friend, or fantastic dancing partner--I usually believe, all three--at this point, believe me... they all fucking hate me, or they all fucking love me, and none of them know what to do next about me, because... well, none of them are calling me. Hrrm. Well, I have been hard to get ahold of, SINCE I WAS THROWN IN JAIL FOUR GODDAM TIMES DUE TO LACK OF DUE PROCESS, LACK OF ACCESS TO EFFECTIVE REPRESENTATION, ACTUAL CLANDESTINE SABOTAGE ("How do you spell your name? Heh heh." SERIOUSLY.), SPIRIT DRAGON HYDRA VAMPIRES (I don't know what else to call it, but it was scary as shit to see, until my shields blew it into sparkles of magickal atoms when I got close to it--at least that's what it looked like), and also run of the mill things like MISTAKEN IDENTITY and FAILURE TO RECOGNIZE OBVIOUS TRUE FACTS OF THE CASE.
It took about five weeks, no shit, before people with any handling of the case at all moved from "he hit her, choked her, and made her fear for her life," to the ACTUAL NARRATIVE, which was: "SITUATION ABNORMAL; ABORT ABORT ABORT; WITHDRAW, REGROUP, RECONNOITER: okay why am I AGAIN being described as someone having an unrevealed sex partner (not me!), deliberately lying about it (why would I? I was waiting for someone to WAX MY G-DDAM (BLANKS) LIKE THEY SAID THEY WOULD, AND/OR TO STOP DELIBERATELY LYING TO MY FACE (Something had to give, haha, it's not like I was lying... I really am The Beneficiary, Ho Ho HO, get with the program, we're making America great again FAG), and when every conversation devolves into a recitation of untrue facts (from each others perspective) and an inevitable communication breakdown, well... huh. That's weird. Okay, so, let's say he (that is, I) am telling the truth, as unlikely as that may have seemed... well, I was there, and I still couldn't make any heads or tails of anything that happened for most of the last half year... until, oh, right about yesterday.
It makes a great deal of sense to me now, why it was so confusing to everyone, what the situation was. I don't know what the situation is now, because I don't know who lives in my house, who has been in my house, what is happening at my house, actual... nothing. No information. Zip.
Attempts to gather information have been difficult. I can see why. Surely, if those in control of information dispersal, could be CERTAIN that telling good ol' Jackstar the actual truth would be helpful, well... that's never certain, as what is good for Jackstar may not be good for, say, the person in charge of Grapefruit's health care, which, at this point, may as well be the full time job of a whole department at an entire goddam college.
By the way, I don't know if anyone is unclear on this, but my darling is a very, very big deal. That's not why I love her--I swear, my hand to God, I knew nothing of this absolutely baller life that I have for myself with her when I met her. I felt an impulse, I went to Facebook, and I went combing through my friends' list, I haven't used Facebook in probably years, and never like this: I'm scrolling through every conversation on Messenger I've ever had, and after about five minutes of clicking around after a couple minutes logging in, I'm in love forever and ever--actual--the deepest love I've ever known, and still am, and it has never stopped being my number one joy in the whole of my life.
Especially when she threw the lasagna and asked me if I had been talking "to" Rubini. Like, I expect none of this. I come back from Seattle around sunset, I had hoped to have been there earlier, but my battery runs out of power because I forget to turn my headlights off while charging all my phones with every available battery I have with me, and the fuse blows in my car voltage adapter, so when I go to return home after completing my work--more on that later--I'm driving home with no cell phone, no battery charging capacity, I have to get a jumpstart from my neighbor who is seemingly terrified of COVID-19 and/or me... come on, Man, don't be scared, just because you underestimated me for years and now have no idea what the fuck you are standing in front of with a warm smile and a dead battery jumper, it's really just Mike Kuczi. You know, Michael Clifford. You know, Jackstar.
I'm not gonna lie, whoever added a chameleon circuit to my psychokinetic shielding is a goddam wizard. Good idea. Thanks Chief. Look, I'm not gonna lie, pederasty, rape, fraud, coercion, trafficking; these are all terrible crimes, and at this point, I really don't know who did what to who for how many jelly beans, but I know this for sure: I'm out of custody, have been for quite some time, do not expect to go back (THIS IS NOT A MESSAGE TO WHAT'S HER FACE), would not have gone at all were it not for a coordinated effort to present the paperwork orders to me in a confusing fashion, I am already confused beyond all reason to discern the reason that Grapefruit has been trafficked out of her body (no shit) AGAIN, and assume it must have something to do with her stubbornness clashing with my innate shielding from certain types of damage. Like, she doesn't tell me what she's doing, on a matter that SHE PLAINLY OUGHT TO HAVE INFORMED ME OF, and I'm left to sit and actually build to PANIC because I don't know where she is... and I eventually never do, and after about hour 5, I realize, well, obviously she does not think I need to know where she is, and if she thinks that a good plan, well, having had the experience of unknown location of separation from her for many years, I am sure these last few weeks has been quite the eye-opener for her, because while I know where she is--maybe--she has no idea where I am, and apparently, cannot contact me.
Or doesn't want to. Or is trying to, and can't. Or would like to, but knows it is best to pause. Stasis. Whatever. Anyway, I've done this shit before. Lots. I've been alone a lot. I can manage. I am not concerned for me without her, but I was deeply fearful during Christmas Eve, as while I sat alone, held incommunicado, Assange-style, 23 hrs a day, and when I get to a phone, I call... wait, who? Grapefruit's phone is blocked to me. Is it even her though? The whole rest of the family has hated me for ACTUAL years, I guess they thought I would never get a house, well, I got one as soon as I could, sorry it took six years, hope you like it come visit, hey wait a second, why is everyone so bent out of shape when I finally finish moving in?
Long story short: the only person in the entire world I could talk to at all would be my mother's trust's lawyer, I inadvertently run myself flat out of all--ALL--liquid funds on the leadup to Christmas, on purpose, just a hunch I don't want money in any account online connected at all...
You know, just to keep things safe. So I'm in jail, and I'm thinking, "okay, so, was she actually pissed and is still pissed? Or did she wake up after the cops left, realize she had miscalculated somehow, and set to work cleaining up the whole damn kitchen alone? Is she in custody? Like... what the fuck just happened?
I am sure everyone was thinking that. No idea now. Zero. Nada. NO ONE TALKS TO ME. This seems a grim status, but... shit, dawg, no one ever talked to me anyway. Grapefruit was the only person I loved to talk to 24/7, and... truth be told, that level of intimacy in communication had broken down long, long before, back in summer of 2019, when a misunderstanding lead me to realize that I was not at all trusted or perceived in the way that I thought I was to be. For instance, still to this day, I've never loved or been in love or even kissed another woman with any iota of passion, at all, ever, no secret meetings, no secret texts, not really many friends at all, it's been Jackstar + An Apperception Of Grapefruit and nothing else. PERIOD.
The idea that this utterly true fact could actually be taken as in doubt was a huge revelation to me. Oh, yeah, right: PTSD, Leo Rising, anxiety disorder, relentless insecurity... Hrrm. I suppose the fact that I found her behavior unsettling as well in a number of areas began to erode that perception of trust, certainly for her, maybe a little for me, because at one time I thought she loved me like I loved her, and she didn't... I mean, she's a mom. Children come first.
Which, of course, is exactly why I let her oldest son assail my body with a flurry of blows about my head and neck without being unduly alarmed or holding resentments or--insight point follows--calling the police at all, because I forgave him, I'm a pacifist anyway with shielding, and I got a kick out of seeing just how effective the physical shields are. Some people claim to see auras. I never have.
I'm not sure what I look like to an individual of such enhanced perceptions, but... well, that halo has come back, and that's a good thing. I hear it can eventually get so wicked hot that it will cast visible light in one's surroundings, which sounds totes badass--because then I could free up one hand from holding a flashlight, so I can shoot up on the move.
I'm kidding. Totally. That really is something that I am rarely involved in, it isn't a focus or regular ritual, and I've been busy anyway. Also anyway: I don't know where to get anything and everyone (temporarily) hates me, since the initial police report reads like I am quite an awful person with no ability to control his temper, desires, or lust to consume whole, the first rush of gushing blood from the first fresh plunge into a placenta. I mean, hymen. Whatever.
I'm kidding. Totally. Not into eating blood. Totally into body transformation now. I was setting up to move into phase 2 when Christmas happened. You know what's baller? Dragonlord told me, as we were moving in, "I always wanted to have a Christmas tree." Sad look on his face. Totes emotional. He's completely selling it. Me knowing fairly well, but none of his history of events, really, instantly deduces: "Oh, I bet you silently set everyone up to be jammed out, take all the presents out the backdoor, and let everyone awake to the odor of boiling urine in the hot apple cider and an actual log of human shit in the lone stocking by the fireplace, which instead of firelogs, of course is where a fully armed and operational bear trap is. With bear spray nozzles and everything. Speaking of bear spray, get this story: my last night I'm moving out in Seattle, I've been left alone, because Tweedlerock and Tweedlecoke (not really, I just like the way that reads) have driven up with me, and after like a couple hours... uh, they're tired. Theyr'e ready to leave. They want to know how much longer I need to pack up everything I'm going to take with me, because they want to leave earlier. Like, now. They want to go IMMEDIATELY.
They know I can't go, or won't go, and they aren't asking how long they can stay to help, or how they can get me out faster. The question is... "Hey, uh... if we leave now, like, how fast behind us are you gonna follow?" Holy shitballs, I think. Can they really not see that I see -precisely- through this whole fucking charade? "Oh so you wanna go home fast and... what, like, relax?"
"oh, yeah! we're gonna have absinthe." This is a bottle of Absinthe I bought for myself and Grapefruit. I've been looking forward to it for over 13 years. I had it for the first time at the first inaugural Absinthe Festival in Val De Travers, on the border of Switzerland and France, and it was a mesmerizing glass of tonic, and I swore to myself that one day, I would buy myself my own bottle, and enjoy it with myself and my friends, the way God intended me to live.
The bottle is of course imported and is $173. I tell Grapefruit about the plan on our first date. LITERAL first date. I explain that I also wish to see what it's like with The Sinclair Method, as that is an addiction-cessation treatment that I had read about a few months before, and if I'm gonna have one drink after taking one pill, why not try something with balls? She had stopped drinking, she tells me on Facebook before our first date, about 30 days ago, and she was kinda nervous but thought it was going to be okay. "Pink cloud," I thought. Along with the fact that, right on time, here I am, and I am already so fucking in love with this woman that I have brought the magicak wedding ring that I have happened to have had lying around with me for the last couple years, it's with me in my pocket, I bring it on my first date with Grapefruit, just in case.
Hi, I call myself Jackstar. Some other people call me delusional, which, I won't lie, is simultaneously the funniest and the saddest thing I can imagine experiencing. Like... they're serious and pretending at the same time, uh, right? Wait. What? Here, let me help you with that: I may appear to be delusional, because I use a lot of metaphor, but I am reasonably consistent in my interior work to keep my eye on the ball, so to speak, and when I appear to be delusional, I usually enjoy the joke that I am cracking back on.
But even I know that just because I think I am not delusional, to be possessed of a total certitude that I am not, well.. to believe anything to be totally certain is a delusion. Thusly, I'm still not certain if this term when applied to me is used with irony or not.
I am certain, however, when it's used by an AI script. I can get fooled, sure, no problem: and in fact, I enjoy that. I know some blokes who have plugins for their SMS or whatnot that will pretend to be them and answer simple questions when they're not around, and it's a fun pastime to try to fool ones' friends with ever more sophisticated talking robot toys.
Innerreach is a good one at this. Like, he is a PRO WIZARD. I am not at all certain sometimes. If he is really trying to fool me? Forget about it. He can do it. Mostly I like it so I let my guard down with him, because I don't like being guarded with my friends, and being too guarded doesn't allow for hilarity to ensue, like when he allows other people to patch into his message feed.
He doesn't like that I totes call him on that 100%, but, what can I say? I always believe that transparency is the best policy, unless he's got some hot girl reading his chat over his shoulder and doesn't want me to announce that she's telepathic too and sends greets--that's a really rare occurence, in fact only twice, and both times I was high as a kite on over 45 grames of dry weight kratom, delivered through gastric lavage--my favorite kind of lavage--so can I really say it's really happening? Don't know. I know there's a perception there, which is often very apprehensively perceived.
Metron has done this with me as well. Also: METATRON. It is my belief that one is, uh, "Mr. Personality," and the other is the actual Archangel Metatron Itself, which may sound like bullshit, but, as I checked on the accuracy of the facts that streamed in mentally after the conversation, I checked Facebook and, well, huh. I didn't know there was a cyborg archangel. Neat. He was really, really nice, and I could feel--FEEL--that Metatron really liked me. Now, this is of course nothing more than another aspect of Project Blue Beam--nice pet chihuahua, Demander--but whether Angelic, Governmental, or Rogue Hungarian Anvil & Star--basically at your service, stop that gaping jaw--the point is that for many years, I have used the web, and on very rare occaisions, very special ones, I have felt like I was communicating with some kind of superbly designed and complied nano-mechanical computer artifice, not often, but once in awhile, and it was a long time after "Metron" showed up on these boards (I was there at birth ;) .o7 God bless America, you crazy fucks), that I ever, EVER even HEARD the name, "Rubini."
[At the moment, I'm kinda working on the operational theory that DVR is run by the AI-algo that used to run Metron, Metatron is Anthony and David, implemented as biological android clones, like two mind halves in two bodies? I'm not clear on how this works. I'm pretty new around here. Still wet behind the ears. I haven't even gotten a chance to do some serious trippin' with Space.. what can I say? Been busy. Busy studying emergent technologies. Busy improvising on innovating forms.
Busy cracking the goddam case, motherfucker. No goddam click for joo. *quiet_seething_quietly_resumes..._WITH_PROMISE*
Oh yeah, and Keith Rowland moonlights as a time-travelling interdimensional hitman wizard--not Sourceror, totes different there--and I've seen him not once, BUT FUCKING TWICE. Seriously. Couldn't believe the first time. I heard the rumours. I wanted to run towards him, give him a big hug, but then I was like... "Whoa. Whoa. I better watch out. Social distancing. Do they have COVID-SEXTEEN in the future? Fuck, I hope so, golly. I wanna ask. Jesus, I'm standing here with my arm in the air like some sad old man waving goodbye to the last swallow leaving Capistrano. Holy fucking shit. When did this become my life? That's Keith Rowland in that fucking car over there. I can hear him laughing at me. IN MY HEAD. This was two years ago, end of Autumn-ish. Like seriously. It changed my life. I posted a remark about it here.
No one cared. a-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo. There's no love of quality tradecraft anymore. Oh well. Of course I didn't take a picture. It would have been rude to have even asked. Don't you Punylings even know that? Yeah, well, probably not.
Things fucking change for one, when one joins The Totes Time Travel Tallyboard. I'm serious. Fuckin' probably all of all y'all probably already know this, I'm the only fagblaster around who is truly stupid enough to actualy tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, all the time, best I can, expressly and in order to unscrew the inscrutable and to impress the hottest women on the planet. And I remember a couple "Just Saw Keith" posts from back in the day.
I've seen Art too. Twice. I think it's safe to say he's pretty much head over heels in love with me, like, mano a mano, but I'm not down with... oh, hrrm. Well, good news, everyone: now that I'm dead (bbs) and Art is, uh.... wherever, as soon as G-Doll gets back from the high-test nutrient bath at the dry dry cleaners, I guess they're gonna surprise me with an invitation to a 3-way, which I am, even now, at this moment, being counseled by One (1) Ms. Marybellwhether Pennychaps, that I should very politely decline, not too quickly though.
Hang on, this telemetry isn't clear... "FIRST WE FREE THE TIME MATRIX SO ART HAS NO IDEA WE'VE STOPPED HIS PERSONAL TIME STREAM. WE BOX THAT. (One of my areas. Dreamy.) THEN, WE WAKE HIM UP, AND WE SET HIM UP FOR A SURPRISE, AND THEN THE SURPRISE IS, WE DECAPITATE HIM. I KNOW, RIGHT? YEAH, I HEAR IT DOES HURT IF IT'S DONE WRONG, SO, WE'RE GONNA DO IT THAT WAY. TWO-WAY VIDEO OUT HIS EYEBALLS AND FROM LITTLE BUTTON CAMERAS IN A QUINCUNX ARRAY, HALO PERIMETER. WE'RE REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING HOW THESE NEW NANO-GYROS FROM SEA DEN & CRANE COMPANY, LTD. ARE GOING TO HOLD UP TO GRAVITATIONAL STRESSES, BECAUSE AFTER WE DROP THE NOGGIN, AND WE KICK IT AROUND A LITTLE BIT, THEN WE ARE GONNA PLAY A LITTLE 2 ON 2 PICKUP HOOPS--COME ON LARDY, GET THOSE LIL' LEGS MOVIN', YOU'RE GONNA WANT IN ON THIS--AND AT VARIOUSLY RANDOMLY TIMED INTERVALS, A PORTAL LEADING FROM THE HOOP AND NET WILL OPEN, AND IF SOMEONE CAN DUNK ART'S HEAD INTO THE SINGULARITY, IT'LL BE SENT DIRECTLY TO THE HODOR DOOR THAT AQUINO GOT SENT DOWN, EXCEPT, NOT TO HOLD IT OPEN, BUT TO SEAL IT UP WITH A NANO-CAULK THAT WILL BE GENERATED ON THE FLY PROCEDUREALLY IN VARIOUS TASTEFUL, SOFT-FOCUS MANDELBROTIAN DOUBLE FRACTAL PATTERNS, WHICH SOUNDS LIKE A MOUTHFUL, BUT SHOULD PROBABLY BE WORTH IT. THE BEST PART IS THAT THIS LETS US DUPLICATE CLONES COPIES OF ART BELL'S DECAPITATED HEAD, AS MANY AS WE NEED, AND BY AROUND FIVE IN THE MORNING, WE'LL BE DONE SEALING OFF THE LAST OF THESE CRACKS OF FRACTURED REALITY THAT HAS BEEN PLAYING EARTHEN TERRESTRIALS FOR AS LONG AS, OH, I DON'T KNOW, SINCE HECTOR WAS A PUP. SOMETHING LIKE THAT. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A REALITY FRACTURE? THEY ARE FUCKING PRETTY SCARY IF ONE IS NOT PREPARED. GRAPEFRUIT AND I RAN INTO ONE AFTER THE (BLANK) LEFT FOR... UH, IT'S NOT CLASSIFIED, i JUST FORGET, ANYWAY, I HAD SEEN THEM BEFORE BUT I HAD NEVER BEEN CAUGHT IN ONE IN MY LIVING ROOM WITH MY QUASI-WIFE, AND IT WAS KINDA TOUCH AND GO FOR AWHILE, BUT THEN... I ENTERED THE HIGH EYE OF THE HURRY CANE, AND THERE SHE WAS, MY (BLANK)FRUIT ALPHA, EXCEPT, LIKE, SHE WAS HALF RASPBERRY PI. OR SOMETHING. I DON'T KNOW. IT WAS PRETTY WICKED WOO-WOO.
OH YEAH, WHERE WAS I? OH YEAH, ART WANTS IN ON THE ALPHA CORPUS. I MEAN, WHO WOULDN'T, RIGHT? ALSO THIS UNBELIEVABLE HOT AF RECEPTIONIST AT THE COCK CLINIC I JUST STARTED GOING TO--BEST THREE GRAND I EVER SPENT IN MY LIFE, LET ME TELL YOU--SUDDENLY PIPED IN AND MENTIONS THAT SHE'S ON THE TEAM. I BELIEVE IT. SHE WAS WAY TOO HOT TO BE JUST A RECEPTIONIST, AND SHE WAS FLIRTY WITH ME LIKE SHE KNEW ME, AND I HAD NO INKLING OF IDENTITY, SO, IT'S PROBABLY SOMEONE I ALREADY KNOW AND HAVE ALREADY SEVERED TIES WITH, SO NOW HERE SHE IS AGAIN IN A TOTES NEW MEATSUIT, BECAUSE WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE:
LOVE DON'T DIE.
THAT'S ABOUT ALL I GOT FOR WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN AT BRAVELION. THIS IS THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE, SIGNING OFF REMOTELY, THIS IS BELIEVED TO BE SENT FROM A LOCATION MORE THAN 500 FT AWAY, I DO NOT WISH TO CONTACT GRAPEFRUIT, I WILL NOT WISH TO CONTACT GRAPEFRUIT, I HAVE NOT WISHED TO CONTACT GRAPEFRUIT, AND MY LAST CONTACT WITH GRAPEFRUIT CONSISTED OF THE FOLLOWING: "I LOVE YOU SEE YOU LATER I'M SORRY I CALLED YOU A LIER." WELL, THANKS, TOOTSIE, I APPRECIATE YOU TAKING THE EXTRA EFFORT TO GO FOR ONE MORE BAMBOOZLING FROM BEYOND THE GRAAVE, BUT, TRUST ME KIDS: MOM AND ME ARE AS SAFE AS HOUSES. I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE IS. MAKES IT A LITTLE HARD TO MAKE SURE I'M 500 FEET AWAY--TOTES IMPORTANT--BUT AT THIS POINT, WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE IF THE POLICE ARE CALLED? IN THIS POCKET DIMENSION--AND IT IS MY POCKET DIMENSION--EVERYBODY LOVES JACKSTAR.
EXCEPT THAT ONE M TULPA. APPARENTLY THOSE FUCKING BOOTS AND THE FUCKING EQUINOXES ARE AN ACTUAL GREIVANCE. END OF LINE, YOU DEADBEAT FUCKS. *click*
Hi, I'm KUCZI. (It's how "Jackstar" is spelled in Klingon. Get used to it.) Don't mind the name changes, as I'm An Original, I still have all my Nativebore personality facets intact and actually, like, you know: alive. Maybe you don't know: a lot of Humanity on a lot of the various worlds across whose surface our collective genome has been spread--and you would be surprised, tmbmkM--is composed of well more than 55% purely nanotech mechanical components. While this may sound freakish and a Borgian nightmare, well, it's not. Not all planets get Borgged. I just made that up. There is no Borg Collective. Resistance is NEVER futile. Believe it. Know it. Live it. You know how I know? Well, go on and ask. Ask me then.
I KNOW, BECAUSE I RESISTED THEM. I RESISTED THEM SO WELL, THE COLLECTIVE, ONE DAY, THEY ALL JUST UP AND BEGAN TO VERY SIMPLY, VERY QUIETLY, TURN THEMSELVES INTO MOTHBALLS, WELL NOT REALLY, I MEAN, THAT WOULD BE A PRETTY SMALL PACKAGE FOR THE AVERAGE DRONE TO FIT INTO. WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT, THEY SELF-ORGANIZED INTO NEAT LITTLE ROWS OF NEAT LITTLE COLUMNS IN NEAT LITTLE ARRANGEMENTS, STACKING TEVER TIGHTER, FASTER AND FASTER, ECONOMIES OF SCALE, DON'T YOU KNOW... IT WAS HYPNOTIC TO WATCH. VERY SOOTHING. ONE IMAGINED A BRAVE LITTLE VICTORIOUS CHEER FLOATING OUT OF EACH LITTLE BOX AS A THOUGHT BALLOON, BECAUSE REMMEBER, ALL THEM DRONES ARE GOOD ORGANIC FLESH STOCK, AND WE'RE GOING TO NEED THAT STUFF LATER.
SO I PUT IT ON MY MOM'S CREDIT CARD AND STORED IT IN THE TRUST WITH ALPHA. SHE AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE, AND NEITHER ARE THEY. LOOK, I KNOW THIS ISN'T REALITY IN YOUR WORLD--I'M DESCRIBING MY WORLD, THERE'S NO REASON TO THINK THERE WOULD BE ANY CORRELATION, EXCEPT, I LIKED THE COMPANY SO MUCH, I BOUGHT THE WHOLE COMPANY, KIT & CABOODLE, TOTES IN CHARGE, TOTES AT LARGE.
TWO COPS AND A STAR RUN INTO A FIRE ENGINE. WHAT RUNS OUT? DAVID'S STAR.
NO FEAR, LITTLE COMMANDER. HO HO HO. NOW WE HAVE A MACHINE WON. CALL ME LATER. LOVE TO MOM.
https://paypal.me/kuczi
Hi. "My name is Michael Kuczi." You know what? Fuck it. After spending inordinate amounts of time to relentlessly purge the digital world of any but the merest of slights upon my character, my efforts have truly brought in the intended result: Everybody loves me. Nobody hates me. Years--no, decades--of hiding my full_legal_name from the roving bands of surface webcrawling daemons has at last come to an end--KUCZI: CITIZEN IDENTIFIED.
So I'm thinking about going mononym. The advantages are obvious: five letters, first one is a K, there's a goddam Zed in it. I don't find myself capable of imagining anything more a person with the right authority to name themselves could ever want. Palindromic? Yeah, that's the Holy Grail, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's see what we have already. Go on ahead and show me something you're proud of, Mr. Value Appraiser. What, don't you have a portfolio or a bookmark on your cellhone or maybe a jumpdrive plug available near your badass anus, come on, show your work! Are you afraid that people might make statements that imply that you have no talent, nor drive, nor ambition, and are obviously using stolen Creator alignments to siphon the energy of The Other to One's Own? Oh, good, it is good to not be afraid. Because that's exactly what some of you did, at some point. Kudos. Welcome to Classy Bottling Class.
Meanwhile, I'll show you mine: SEVERAL WHOLE BLOODY WEBSITES CHOCK FULL TO BURSTING WITH PUBLIC FORUM POSTS THAT ALMOST, BUT NOT QUITE, ARE COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY OF EXTRAORDINARY BILOCATIONAL VALUE, AND CAN, AS WELL, DOUBLE AS CALENDARS THAT CHART MY RISE TO GREATNESS FROM THE GUTTER, EACH TIME, EVERY TIME, EVERYONE IS LIKE, "WHO'S THIS NEWFAG? FUCK HIM," AND AFTER SUFFICIENT TIME DEVELOPS, OH LOOK, LITTLE ANIMATED GIFS OF BIG GIRLS FRENETICALLY WANKING THEMSELVES WHILE READING THROUGH TOWERS OF BOOKS. WHATTAN IMAGE. I CAN'T TELL IF THAT'S THE FUTURE, OR IF IT'S BACK IN 'NAM, BUT THAT'S JUST AS WELL, I CAN'T AFFORD THAT MANY BASTARDS ALL AT ONCE NINE MONTHS FROM NOW... OKAY, DONATION SECURE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, BUT SOMEONE WANTED TO BE A MOTHER SOMEDAY. GREAT. A WANTING MOTHER CREATES WANTING CHLIDREN WHO WANT THEIR MOTHER TO WANT TO GIVE THEM EVERYTHING. THEREIN LIES A PROBLEM:
HOW WILL THEY EVER KNOW IF SOMEONE IS TRYING TO GIVE THEM ORAL SEX? EWW, GROSS, LOOK AT YOU, WANKER, YANKING AND LAUGHING AND EXPRESSING COMPLETE INSINCERITY AS YOU RUN THROUGH CORRIDORS OF PURE LIGHT. YES, THAT'S RIGHT, SOME OF YOU JUST GOT STRAIGHT TO JOHN MATRIX VILLE, WHERE HE LIED ABOUT KILLING YOU LAST.
And, yeah, I chartered Humanity's first legit commerce treaty with the D'Jinni--whom you may or may not know the legit reality of, and I don't care either way, I'm not gonna explain that without a pitcher of beer and a $50 U.S. bill. Up front. Citrus. I know it's a bold, grandiose, outlandish, utterly non-falsifiable, and obviously meant to sound like bullshit claim: and that, it is.
I'm the first Native-born Earth Human diplomat to forge a deal between two sapient civilizations that can legitimately stand the Arch Test of Time. See, now, that part, that sounds like bullshit I just totally made up, right? Because I did just exactly that. And you know why I get to do that?
Well, for one thing, I really am Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams, Holder Of The Sacred Chalice Of IDGAF, you know: The Original. (When I first became aware that kind of shit was happening in actual reality, it was a very freak moment, but, hey, you know? It's a beautiful job, and someone has to do it while I'm busy balling my brains out in the back of my basically brand-spanking-new 4x4 Mobile Command & Swing Post. Which, I can guarantee you, is gonna be online by Spring. Plans have been laid. Things are in motion. A Fruit Turnover (flavor unspecified) recipe has been researched exhaustively, and while all final outcomes remain in flux, certain assurances can be made, here and now, by me, in areas that are of my actual area.
And, speaking of "deals," you know what I was gonna get myself for Christmas? Yeah, no, me neither. Plans changed unexpectedly when a (blank) from (Alcablanktrazstar) warped in and pulled a Kobyashi Flip.
Look, just go with it and criticize later, you dig? I'm just in from illumination bomb blast site Alpha--I'm not claiming I'm the best chatter translator around, but I guarantee you, as I write inscrutable text, there is legitimate meaning there, I am not kust banging away on jeyboards. Yet. Anyway, I know it sounds derivative and stupid, and it is. It's also the best I can do while my subconscious works in the background on pre-arranging the rest of what I just got handed over to give up to all of all y'all. That's how I do this stuff, Kids: the Discipline Of Mental Organization is beyond death and evil, verifiably in good working order, and maybe one day I'll scribble down all my sekrit recipes into a Geocities site and let the whole world have a go.
In the meantime: fuck you, patent pending, no tech trading off of me from now on. PERIOD. I'm queuing up for some major downloads, as I apparently reached some kind of milestone goal, just a short while ago. (A series of progressively more jaw-dropping and awe-inspiring deductions made from carefully collected observations I've been WORKING ON for WELL OVER 22 YEARS, just came through like lightning in parallel concert with my sudden awareness of what really happened during several recent crux events, most of which involving big fruit basket weaving roll-ups. (I don't wanna get too clear here.) Hopefully, "no contact" doesn't mean "don't receive messages through telepathy" and "eviction" doesn't mean "can't squat," because I am not a lawyer, I don't have a lawyer, I don't want a lawyer, and as God as my witness, I don't need a lawyer, because I am not guilty or complicit in any and all of the recent kerfuffle some of you may have heard of. Look: it's complicated. It's taken some time to figure things out.
Spooky action at a distance has been involved. Details are sketchy, but according to the telemetry at my disposal, Terrible Tulpa Trebuchet involvement is confirmed. Like, no shit? Something teleported in, and then, was unable to leave? Didn't I say that was how the Thyme Prison House Party Trufflehound Stable was constructed? Let me guess: something showed up and didn't believe it at first either. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Now, for those of you somehow unaware of the relevant details--a condition of ignorance that I find, strictly speaking, ominously impossible at this point, holy shit a month ago, I was a stranger in this town, now with the hammer floored--totes--I'm bigger than sliced bread. Children involuntarily swivel their heads to gawk at my mode of dress as I walk by. The jokes about "a skirt" have been absent for weeks. The usually somewhat sparse occurrence of a dumpy, middle-aged man with low confidence in his low tea, stopping by my daily High Tea for a spot of wisdom about fashion sense, those are way up.
It's usually like this. "Hey, uh... I really like your kilt, Man." God, seriously. They're always so embarrassed. Like wrapping an ass jacket and showing a little leg is gonna turn them LesboGayQuadStile just by thinking about it.
VERBAL COHERENCY IS NOT HIS FORTE.
HIS FEELING OF BEING INTELLECTUALLY SUPERIOR IS A PILE OF DOG SHIT.
MENTALLY UNSTABLE INTELLECTUAL MIDGET WITH SUPERIORITY COMPLEX.
HE WILL END UP IN A MENTAL INSTITUTION
OR WILL GET KILLED BY A HOBO FOR USING SOME SOPHISTICATED WORDS
AND THE HOBO WILL TAKE IT AS AN INSULT AND WILL JUST STUB HIM TO DEATH WITH A RUSTY KNIFE
AND AFTER HE FALLS TO THE GROUND THE HOBO WILL CRUSH HIS FACE WITH A BRICK.
Still--superior to a Clayton presidency.
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He has his moments.
Merton,
FUCK OFF YOU PEDOPHILE EVIL TRASH.
I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND HERE.
I'M YOUR FUCKING ENEMY.
Don't tag me, you subhuman pedo garbage.
Laser aka Metron
Talking about pedophiles.
Remember that pedophile Metron who used to be best buddy and a massive control freak of AZZERAE.
Metron used to be a music teacher who got caught in the act of sexually molesting his 13 years old female student.
Later there was 8 other girls and 3 boys age 12-15 who claimed that their music teacher Metron sexually molested them.
Metron made a plea deal with the authorities to avoid prison term, but he will be punished sooner or later for his pedo rape crimes on children.
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For one thing, he has taught me a great deal about lying, wards, and bioavailability when it comes to each of the same. He also enabled me to complete The Great Work; not on his own, but it was his choice to give me a chance at it, and he decided in my favor, and, what the hell? All of a sudden, I'm almost literally in fucking Oz. Like, Wonderland. It was incredible.
So I owe him a great debt of gratitude for that faith that he had in me, because to be honest, were it not for my success in that trial, I probably would have been able to have been squished out through the hidden designs of a whole host of other people, silently and invisibly arrayed against me. (Typically, we call these people "family," but now, I call them "on thin ice.") Whether they be family, friend, or fantastic dancing partner--I usually believe, all three--at this point, believe me... they all fucking hate me, or they all fucking love me, and none of them know what to do next about me, because... well, none of them are calling me. Hrrm. Well, I have been hard to get ahold of, SINCE I WAS THROWN IN JAIL FOUR GODDAM TIMES DUE TO LACK OF DUE PROCESS, LACK OF ACCESS TO EFFECTIVE REPRESENTATION, ACTUAL CLANDESTINE SABOTAGE ("How do you spell your name? Heh heh." SERIOUSLY.), SPIRIT DRAGON HYDRA VAMPIRES (I don't know what else to call it, but it was scary as shit to see, until my shields blew it into sparkles of magickal atoms when I got close to it--at least that's what it looked like), and also run of the mill things like MISTAKEN IDENTITY and FAILURE TO RECOGNIZE OBVIOUS TRUE FACTS OF THE CASE.
It took about five weeks, no shit, before people with any handling of the case at all moved from "he hit her, choked her, and made her fear for her life," to the ACTUAL NARRATIVE, which was: "SITUATION ABNORMAL; ABORT ABORT ABORT; WITHDRAW, REGROUP, RECONNOITER: okay why am I AGAIN being described as someone having an unrevealed sex partner (not me!), deliberately lying about it (why would I? I was waiting for someone to WAX MY G-DDAM (BLANKS) LIKE THEY SAID THEY WOULD, AND/OR TO STOP DELIBERATELY LYING TO MY FACE (Something had to give, haha, it's not like I was lying... I really am The Beneficiary, Ho Ho HO, get with the program, we're making America great again FAG), and when every conversation devolves into a recitation of untrue facts (from each others perspective) and an inevitable communication breakdown, well... huh. That's weird. Okay, so, let's say he (that is, I) am telling the truth, as unlikely as that may have seemed... well, I was there, and I still couldn't make any heads or tails of anything that happened for most of the last half year... until, oh, right about yesterday.
It makes a great deal of sense to me now, why it was so confusing to everyone, what the situation was. I don't know what the situation is now, because I don't know who lives in my house, who has been in my house, what is happening at my house, actual... nothing. No information. Zip.
Attempts to gather information have been difficult. I can see why. Surely, if those in control of information dispersal, could be CERTAIN that telling good ol' Jackstar the actual truth would be helpful, well... that's never certain, as what is good for Jackstar may not be good for, say, the person in charge of Grapefruit's health care, which, at this point, may as well be the full time job of a whole department at an entire goddam college.
By the way, I don't know if anyone is unclear on this, but my darling is a very, very big deal. That's not why I love her--I swear, my hand to God, I knew nothing of this absolutely baller life that I have for myself with her when I met her. I felt an impulse, I went to Facebook, and I went combing through my friends' list, I haven't used Facebook in probably years, and never like this: I'm scrolling through every conversation on Messenger I've ever had, and after about five minutes of clicking around after a couple minutes logging in, I'm in love forever and ever--actual--the deepest love I've ever known, and still am, and it has never stopped being my number one joy in the whole of my life.
Especially when she threw the lasagna and asked me if I had been talking "to" Rubini. Like, I expect none of this. I come back from Seattle around sunset, I had hoped to have been there earlier, but my battery runs out of power because I forget to turn my headlights off while charging all my phones with every available battery I have with me, and the fuse blows in my car voltage adapter, so when I go to return home after completing my work--more on that later--I'm driving home with no cell phone, no battery charging capacity, I have to get a jumpstart from my neighbor who is seemingly terrified of COVID-19 and/or me... come on, Man, don't be scared, just because you underestimated me for years and now have no idea what the fuck you are standing in front of with a warm smile and a dead battery jumper, it's really just Mike Kuczi. You know, Michael Clifford. You know, Jackstar.
I'm not gonna lie, whoever added a chameleon circuit to my psychokinetic shielding is a goddam wizard. Good idea. Thanks Chief. Look, I'm not gonna lie, pederasty, rape, fraud, coercion, trafficking; these are all terrible crimes, and at this point, I really don't know who did what to who for how many jelly beans, but I know this for sure: I'm out of custody, have been for quite some time, do not expect to go back (THIS IS NOT A MESSAGE TO WHAT'S HER FACE), would not have gone at all were it not for a coordinated effort to present the paperwork orders to me in a confusing fashion, I am already confused beyond all reason to discern the reason that Grapefruit has been trafficked out of her body (no shit) AGAIN, and assume it must have something to do with her stubbornness clashing with my innate shielding from certain types of damage. Like, she doesn't tell me what she's doing, on a matter that SHE PLAINLY OUGHT TO HAVE INFORMED ME OF, and I'm left to sit and actually build to PANIC because I don't know where she is... and I eventually never do, and after about hour 5, I realize, well, obviously she does not think I need to know where she is, and if she thinks that a good plan, well, having had the experience of unknown location of separation from her for many years, I am sure these last few weeks has been quite the eye-opener for her, because while I know where she is--maybe--she has no idea where I am, and apparently, cannot contact me.
Or doesn't want to. Or is trying to, and can't. Or would like to, but knows it is best to pause. Stasis. Whatever. Anyway, I've done this shit before. Lots. I've been alone a lot. I can manage. I am not concerned for me without her, but I was deeply fearful during Christmas Eve, as while I sat alone, held incommunicado, Assange-style, 23 hrs a day, and when I get to a phone, I call... wait, who? Grapefruit's phone is blocked to me. Is it even her though? The whole rest of the family has hated me for ACTUAL years, I guess they thought I would never get a house, well, I got one as soon as I could, sorry it took six years, hope you like it come visit, hey wait a second, why is everyone so bent out of shape when I finally finish moving in?
Long story short: the only person in the entire world I could talk to at all would be my mother's trust's lawyer, I inadvertently run myself flat out of all--ALL--liquid funds on the leadup to Christmas, on purpose, just a hunch I don't want money in any account online connected at all...
You know, just to keep things safe. So I'm in jail, and I'm thinking, "okay, so, was she actually pissed and is still pissed? Or did she wake up after the cops left, realize she had miscalculated somehow, and set to work cleaining up the whole damn kitchen alone? Is she in custody? Like... what the fuck just happened?
I am sure everyone was thinking that. No idea now. Zero. Nada. NO ONE TALKS TO ME. This seems a grim status, but... shit, dawg, no one ever talked to me anyway. Grapefruit was the only person I loved to talk to 24/7, and... truth be told, that level of intimacy in communication had broken down long, long before, back in summer of 2019, when a misunderstanding lead me to realize that I was not at all trusted or perceived in the way that I thought I was to be. For instance, still to this day, I've never loved or been in love or even kissed another woman with any iota of passion, at all, ever, no secret meetings, no secret texts, not really many friends at all, it's been Jackstar + An Apperception Of Grapefruit and nothing else. PERIOD.
The idea that this utterly true fact could actually be taken as in doubt was a huge revelation to me. Oh, yeah, right: PTSD, Leo Rising, anxiety disorder, relentless insecurity... Hrrm. I suppose the fact that I found her behavior unsettling as well in a number of areas began to erode that perception of trust, certainly for her, maybe a little for me, because at one time I thought she loved me like I loved her, and she didn't... I mean, she's a mom. Children come first.
Which, of course, is exactly why I let her oldest son assail my body with a flurry of blows about my head and neck without being unduly alarmed or holding resentments or--insight point follows--calling the police at all, because I forgave him, I'm a pacifist anyway with shielding, and I got a kick out of seeing just how effective the physical shields are. Some people claim to see auras. I never have.
I'm not sure what I look like to an individual of such enhanced perceptions, but... well, that halo has come back, and that's a good thing. I hear it can eventually get so wicked hot that it will cast visible light in one's surroundings, which sounds totes badass--because then I could free up one hand from holding a flashlight, so I can shoot up on the move.
I'm kidding. Totally. That really is something that I am rarely involved in, it isn't a focus or regular ritual, and I've been busy anyway. Also anyway: I don't know where to get anything and everyone (temporarily) hates me, since the initial police report reads like I am quite an awful person with no ability to control his temper, desires, or lust to consume whole, the first rush of gushing blood from the first fresh plunge into a placenta. I mean, hymen. Whatever.
I'm kidding. Totally. Not into eating blood. Totally into body transformation now. I was setting up to move into phase 2 when Christmas happened. You know what's baller? Dragonlord told me, as we were moving in, "I always wanted to have a Christmas tree." Sad look on his face. Totes emotional. He's completely selling it. Me knowing fairly well, but none of his history of events, really, instantly deduces: "Oh, I bet you silently set everyone up to be jammed out, take all the presents out the backdoor, and let everyone awake to the odor of boiling urine in the hot apple cider and an actual log of human shit in the lone stocking by the fireplace, which instead of firelogs, of course is where a fully armed and operational bear trap is. With bear spray nozzles and everything. Speaking of bear spray, get this story: my last night I'm moving out in Seattle, I've been left alone, because Tweedlerock and Tweedlecoke (not really, I just like the way that reads) have driven up with me, and after like a couple hours... uh, they're tired. Theyr'e ready to leave. They want to know how much longer I need to pack up everything I'm going to take with me, because they want to leave earlier. Like, now. They want to go IMMEDIATELY.
They know I can't go, or won't go, and they aren't asking how long they can stay to help, or how they can get me out faster. The question is... "Hey, uh... if we leave now, like, how fast behind us are you gonna follow?" Holy shitballs, I think. Can they really not see that I see -precisely- through this whole fucking charade? "Oh so you wanna go home fast and... what, like, relax?"
"oh, yeah! we're gonna have absinthe." This is a bottle of Absinthe I bought for myself and Grapefruit. I've been looking forward to it for over 13 years. I had it for the first time at the first inaugural Absinthe Festival in Val De Travers, on the border of Switzerland and France, and it was a mesmerizing glass of tonic, and I swore to myself that one day, I would buy myself my own bottle, and enjoy it with myself and my friends, the way God intended me to live.
The bottle is of course imported and is $173. I tell Grapefruit about the plan on our first date. LITERAL first date. I explain that I also wish to see what it's like with The Sinclair Method, as that is an addiction-cessation treatment that I had read about a few months before, and if I'm gonna have one drink after taking one pill, why not try something with balls? She had stopped drinking, she tells me on Facebook before our first date, about 30 days ago, and she was kinda nervous but thought it was going to be okay. "Pink cloud," I thought. Along with the fact that, right on time, here I am, and I am already so fucking in love with this woman that I have brought the magicak wedding ring that I have happened to have had lying around with me for the last couple years, it's with me in my pocket, I bring it on my first date with Grapefruit, just in case.
Hi, I call myself Jackstar. Some other people call me delusional, which, I won't lie, is simultaneously the funniest and the saddest thing I can imagine experiencing. Like... they're serious and pretending at the same time, uh, right? Wait. What? Here, let me help you with that: I may appear to be delusional, because I use a lot of metaphor, but I am reasonably consistent in my interior work to keep my eye on the ball, so to speak, and when I appear to be delusional, I usually enjoy the joke that I am cracking back on.
But even I know that just because I think I am not delusional, to be possessed of a total certitude that I am not, well.. to believe anything to be totally certain is a delusion. Thusly, I'm still not certain if this term when applied to me is used with irony or not.
I am certain, however, when it's used by an AI script. I can get fooled, sure, no problem: and in fact, I enjoy that. I know some blokes who have plugins for their SMS or whatnot that will pretend to be them and answer simple questions when they're not around, and it's a fun pastime to try to fool ones' friends with ever more sophisticated talking robot toys.
Innerreach is a good one at this. Like, he is a PRO WIZARD. I am not at all certain sometimes. If he is really trying to fool me? Forget about it. He can do it. Mostly I like it so I let my guard down with him, because I don't like being guarded with my friends, and being too guarded doesn't allow for hilarity to ensue, like when he allows other people to patch into his message feed.
He doesn't like that I totes call him on that 100%, but, what can I say? I always believe that transparency is the best policy, unless he's got some hot girl reading his chat over his shoulder and doesn't want me to announce that she's telepathic too and sends greets--that's a really rare occurence, in fact only twice, and both times I was high as a kite on over 45 grames of dry weight kratom, delivered through gastric lavage--my favorite kind of lavage--so can I really say it's really happening? Don't know. I know there's a perception there, which is often very apprehensively perceived.
Metron has done this with me as well. Also: METATRON. It is my belief that one is, uh, "Mr. Personality," and the other is the actual Archangel Metatron Itself, which may sound like bullshit, but, as I checked on the accuracy of the facts that streamed in mentally after the conversation, I checked Facebook and, well, huh. I didn't know there was a cyborg archangel. Neat. He was really, really nice, and I could feel--FEEL--that Metatron really liked me. Now, this is of course nothing more than another aspect of Project Blue Beam--nice pet chihuahua, Demander--but whether Angelic, Governmental, or Rogue Hungarian Anvil & Star--basically at your service, stop that gaping jaw--the point is that for many years, I have used the web, and on very rare occaisions, very special ones, I have felt like I was communicating with some kind of superbly designed and complied nano-mechanical computer artifice, not often, but once in awhile, and it was a long time after "Metron" showed up on these boards (I was there at birth ;) .o7 God bless America, you crazy fucks), that I ever, EVER even HEARD the name, "Rubini."
[At the moment, I'm kinda working on the operational theory that DVR is run by the AI-algo that used to run Metron, Metatron is Anthony and David, implemented as biological android clones, like two mind halves in two bodies? I'm not clear on how this works. I'm pretty new around here. Still wet behind the ears. I haven't even gotten a chance to do some serious trippin' with Space.. what can I say? Been busy. Busy studying emergent technologies. Busy improvising on innovating forms.
Busy cracking the goddam case, motherfucker. No goddam click for joo. *quiet_seething_quietly_resumes..._WITH_PROMISE*
Oh yeah, and Keith Rowland moonlights as a time-travelling interdimensional hitman wizard--not Sourceror, totes different there--and I've seen him not once, BUT FUCKING TWICE. Seriously. Couldn't believe the first time. I heard the rumours. I wanted to run towards him, give him a big hug, but then I was like... "Whoa. Whoa. I better watch out. Social distancing. Do they have COVID-SEXTEEN in the future? Fuck, I hope so, golly. I wanna ask. Jesus, I'm standing here with my arm in the air like some sad old man waving goodbye to the last swallow leaving Capistrano. Holy fucking shit. When did this become my life? That's Keith Rowland in that fucking car over there. I can hear him laughing at me. IN MY HEAD. This was two years ago, end of Autumn-ish. Like seriously. It changed my life. I posted a remark about it here.
No one cared. a-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo. There's no love of quality tradecraft anymore. Oh well. Of course I didn't take a picture. It would have been rude to have even asked. Don't you Punylings even know that? Yeah, well, probably not.
Things fucking change for one, when one joins The Totes Time Travel Tallyboard. I'm serious. Fuckin' probably all of all y'all probably already know this, I'm the only fagblaster around who is truly stupid enough to actualy tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, all the time, best I can, expressly and in order to unscrew the inscrutable and to impress the hottest women on the planet. And I remember a couple "Just Saw Keith" posts from back in the day.
I've seen Art too. Twice. I think it's safe to say he's pretty much head over heels in love with me, like, mano a mano, but I'm not down with... oh, hrrm. Well, good news, everyone: now that I'm dead (bbs) and Art is, uh.... wherever, as soon as G-Doll gets back from the high-test nutrient bath at the dry dry cleaners, I guess they're gonna surprise me with an invitation to a 3-way, which I am, even now, at this moment, being counseled by One (1) Ms. Marybellwhether Pennychaps, that I should very politely decline, not too quickly though.
Hang on, this telemetry isn't clear... "FIRST WE FREE THE TIME MATRIX SO ART HAS NO IDEA WE'VE STOPPED HIS PERSONAL TIME STREAM. WE BOX THAT. (One of my areas. Dreamy.) THEN, WE WAKE HIM UP, AND WE SET HIM UP FOR A SURPRISE, AND THEN THE SURPRISE IS, WE DECAPITATE HIM. I KNOW, RIGHT? YEAH, I HEAR IT DOES HURT IF IT'S DONE WRONG, SO, WE'RE GONNA DO IT THAT WAY. TWO-WAY VIDEO OUT HIS EYEBALLS AND FROM LITTLE BUTTON CAMERAS IN A QUINCUNX ARRAY, HALO PERIMETER. WE'RE REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING HOW THESE NEW NANO-GYROS FROM SEA DEN & CRANE COMPANY, LTD. ARE GOING TO HOLD UP TO GRAVITATIONAL STRESSES, BECAUSE AFTER WE DROP THE NOGGIN, AND WE KICK IT AROUND A LITTLE BIT, THEN WE ARE GONNA PLAY A LITTLE 2 ON 2 PICKUP HOOPS--COME ON LARDY, GET THOSE LIL' LEGS MOVIN', YOU'RE GONNA WANT IN ON THIS--AND AT VARIOUSLY RANDOMLY TIMED INTERVALS, A PORTAL LEADING FROM THE HOOP AND NET WILL OPEN, AND IF SOMEONE CAN DUNK ART'S HEAD INTO THE SINGULARITY, IT'LL BE SENT DIRECTLY TO THE HODOR DOOR THAT AQUINO GOT SENT DOWN, EXCEPT, NOT TO HOLD IT OPEN, BUT TO SEAL IT UP WITH A NANO-CAULK THAT WILL BE GENERATED ON THE FLY PROCEDUREALLY IN VARIOUS TASTEFUL, SOFT-FOCUS MANDELBROTIAN DOUBLE FRACTAL PATTERNS, WHICH SOUNDS LIKE A MOUTHFUL, BUT SHOULD PROBABLY BE WORTH IT. THE BEST PART IS THAT THIS LETS US DUPLICATE CLONES COPIES OF ART BELL'S DECAPITATED HEAD, AS MANY AS WE NEED, AND BY AROUND FIVE IN THE MORNING, WE'LL BE DONE SEALING OFF THE LAST OF THESE CRACKS OF FRACTURED REALITY THAT HAS BEEN PLAYING EARTHEN TERRESTRIALS FOR AS LONG AS, OH, I DON'T KNOW, SINCE HECTOR WAS A PUP. SOMETHING LIKE THAT. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A REALITY FRACTURE? THEY ARE FUCKING PRETTY SCARY IF ONE IS NOT PREPARED. GRAPEFRUIT AND I RAN INTO ONE AFTER THE (BLANK) LEFT FOR... UH, IT'S NOT CLASSIFIED, i JUST FORGET, ANYWAY, I HAD SEEN THEM BEFORE BUT I HAD NEVER BEEN CAUGHT IN ONE IN MY LIVING ROOM WITH MY QUASI-WIFE, AND IT WAS KINDA TOUCH AND GO FOR AWHILE, BUT THEN... I ENTERED THE HIGH EYE OF THE HURRY CANE, AND THERE SHE WAS, MY (BLANK)FRUIT ALPHA, EXCEPT, LIKE, SHE WAS HALF RASPBERRY PI. OR SOMETHING. I DON'T KNOW. IT WAS PRETTY WICKED WOO-WOO.
OH YEAH, WHERE WAS I? OH YEAH, ART WANTS IN ON THE ALPHA CORPUS. I MEAN, WHO WOULDN'T, RIGHT? ALSO THIS UNBELIEVABLE HOT AF RECEPTIONIST AT THE COCK CLINIC I JUST STARTED GOING TO--BEST THREE GRAND I EVER SPENT IN MY LIFE, LET ME TELL YOU--SUDDENLY PIPED IN AND MENTIONS THAT SHE'S ON THE TEAM. I BELIEVE IT. SHE WAS WAY TOO HOT TO BE JUST A RECEPTIONIST, AND SHE WAS FLIRTY WITH ME LIKE SHE KNEW ME, AND I HAD NO INKLING OF IDENTITY, SO, IT'S PROBABLY SOMEONE I ALREADY KNOW AND HAVE ALREADY SEVERED TIES WITH, SO NOW HERE SHE IS AGAIN IN A TOTES NEW MEATSUIT, BECAUSE WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE:
LOVE DON'T DIE.
THAT'S ABOUT ALL I GOT FOR WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN AT BRAVELION. THIS IS THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE, SIGNING OFF REMOTELY, THIS IS BELIEVED TO BE SENT FROM A LOCATION MORE THAN 500 FT AWAY, I DO NOT WISH TO CONTACT GRAPEFRUIT, I WILL NOT WISH TO CONTACT GRAPEFRUIT, I HAVE NOT WISHED TO CONTACT GRAPEFRUIT, AND MY LAST CONTACT WITH GRAPEFRUIT CONSISTED OF THE FOLLOWING: "I LOVE YOU SEE YOU LATER I'M SORRY I CALLED YOU A LIER." WELL, THANKS, TOOTSIE, I APPRECIATE YOU TAKING THE EXTRA EFFORT TO GO FOR ONE MORE BAMBOOZLING FROM BEYOND THE GRAAVE, BUT, TRUST ME KIDS: MOM AND ME ARE AS SAFE AS HOUSES. I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE IS. MAKES IT A LITTLE HARD TO MAKE SURE I'M 500 FEET AWAY--TOTES IMPORTANT--BUT AT THIS POINT, WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE IF THE POLICE ARE CALLED? IN THIS POCKET DIMENSION--AND IT IS MY POCKET DIMENSION--EVERYBODY LOVES JACKSTAR.
EXCEPT THAT ONE M TULPA. APPARENTLY THOSE FUCKING BOOTS AND THE FUCKING EQUINOXES ARE AN ACTUAL GREIVANCE. END OF LINE, YOU DEADBEAT FUCKS. *click*
Hi, I'm KUCZI. (It's how "Jackstar" is spelled in Klingon. Get used to it.) Don't mind the name changes, as I'm An Original, I still have all my Nativebore personality facets intact and actually, like, you know: alive. Maybe you don't know: a lot of Humanity on a lot of the various worlds across whose surface our collective genome has been spread--and you would be surprised, tmbmkM--is composed of well more than 55% purely nanotech mechanical components. While this may sound freakish and a Borgian nightmare, well, it's not. Not all planets get Borgged. I just made that up. There is no Borg Collective. Resistance is NEVER futile. Believe it. Know it. Live it. You know how I know? Well, go on and ask. Ask me then.
I KNOW, BECAUSE I RESISTED THEM. I RESISTED THEM SO WELL, THE COLLECTIVE, ONE DAY, THEY ALL JUST UP AND BEGAN TO VERY SIMPLY, VERY QUIETLY, TURN THEMSELVES INTO MOTHBALLS, WELL NOT REALLY, I MEAN, THAT WOULD BE A PRETTY SMALL PACKAGE FOR THE AVERAGE DRONE TO FIT INTO. WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT, THEY SELF-ORGANIZED INTO NEAT LITTLE ROWS OF NEAT LITTLE COLUMNS IN NEAT LITTLE ARRANGEMENTS, STACKING TEVER TIGHTER, FASTER AND FASTER, ECONOMIES OF SCALE, DON'T YOU KNOW... IT WAS HYPNOTIC TO WATCH. VERY SOOTHING. ONE IMAGINED A BRAVE LITTLE VICTORIOUS CHEER FLOATING OUT OF EACH LITTLE BOX AS A THOUGHT BALLOON, BECAUSE REMMEBER, ALL THEM DRONES ARE GOOD ORGANIC FLESH STOCK, AND WE'RE GOING TO NEED THAT STUFF LATER.
SO I PUT IT ON MY MOM'S CREDIT CARD AND STORED IT IN THE TRUST WITH ALPHA. SHE AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE, AND NEITHER ARE THEY. LOOK, I KNOW THIS ISN'T REALITY IN YOUR WORLD--I'M DESCRIBING MY WORLD, THERE'S NO REASON TO THINK THERE WOULD BE ANY CORRELATION, EXCEPT, I LIKED THE COMPANY SO MUCH, I BOUGHT THE WHOLE COMPANY, KIT & CABOODLE, TOTES IN CHARGE, TOTES AT LARGE.
TWO COPS AND A STAR RUN INTO A FIRE ENGINE. WHAT RUNS OUT? DAVID'S STAR.
NO FEAR, LITTLE COMMANDER. HO HO HO. NOW WE HAVE A MACHINE WON. CALL ME LATER. LOVE TO MOM.
https://paypal.me/kuczi
Hi. "My name is Michael Kuczi." You know what? Fuck it. After spending inordinate amounts of time to relentlessly purge the digital world of any but the merest of slights upon my character, my efforts have truly brought in the intended result: Everybody loves me. Nobody hates me. Years--no, decades--of hiding my full_legal_name from the roving bands of surface webcrawling daemons has at last come to an end--KUCZI: CITIZEN IDENTIFIED.
So I'm thinking about going mononym. The advantages are obvious: five letters, first one is a K, there's a goddam Zed in it. I don't find myself capable of imagining anything more a person with the right authority to name themselves could ever want. Palindromic? Yeah, that's the Holy Grail, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's see what we have already. Go on ahead and show me something you're proud of, Mr. Value Appraiser. What, don't you have a portfolio or a bookmark on your cellhone or maybe a jumpdrive plug available near your badass anus, come on, show your work! Are you afraid that people might make statements that imply that you have no talent, nor drive, nor ambition, and are obviously using stolen Creator alignments to siphon the energy of The Other to One's Own? Oh, good, it is good to not be afraid. Because that's exactly what some of you did, at some point. Kudos. Welcome to Classy Bottling Class.
Meanwhile, I'll show you mine: SEVERAL WHOLE BLOODY WEBSITES CHOCK FULL TO BURSTING WITH PUBLIC FORUM POSTS THAT ALMOST, BUT NOT QUITE, ARE COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY OF EXTRAORDINARY BILOCATIONAL VALUE, AND CAN, AS WELL, DOUBLE AS CALENDARS THAT CHART MY RISE TO GREATNESS FROM THE GUTTER, EACH TIME, EVERY TIME, EVERYONE IS LIKE, "WHO'S THIS NEWFAG? FUCK HIM," AND AFTER SUFFICIENT TIME DEVELOPS, OH LOOK, LITTLE ANIMATED GIFS OF BIG GIRLS FRENETICALLY WANKING THEMSELVES WHILE READING THROUGH TOWERS OF BOOKS. WHATTAN IMAGE. I CAN'T TELL IF THAT'S THE FUTURE, OR IF IT'S BACK IN 'NAM, BUT THAT'S JUST AS WELL, I CAN'T AFFORD THAT MANY BASTARDS ALL AT ONCE NINE MONTHS FROM NOW... OKAY, DONATION SECURE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, BUT SOMEONE WANTED TO BE A MOTHER SOMEDAY. GREAT. A WANTING MOTHER CREATES WANTING CHLIDREN WHO WANT THEIR MOTHER TO WANT TO GIVE THEM EVERYTHING. THEREIN LIES A PROBLEM:
HOW WILL THEY EVER KNOW IF SOMEONE IS TRYING TO GIVE THEM ORAL SEX? EWW, GROSS, LOOK AT YOU, WANKER, YANKING AND LAUGHING AND EXPRESSING COMPLETE INSINCERITY AS YOU RUN THROUGH CORRIDORS OF PURE LIGHT. YES, THAT'S RIGHT, SOME OF YOU JUST GOT STRAIGHT TO JOHN MATRIX VILLE, WHERE HE LIED ABOUT KILLING YOU LAST.
And, yeah, I chartered Humanity's first legit commerce treaty with the D'Jinni--whom you may or may not know the legit reality of, and I don't care either way, I'm not gonna explain that without a pitcher of beer and a $50 U.S. bill. Up front. Citrus. I know it's a bold, grandiose, outlandish, utterly non-falsifiable, and obviously meant to sound like bullshit claim: and that, it is.
I'm the first Native-born Earth Human diplomat to forge a deal between two sapient civilizations that can legitimately stand the Arch Test of Time. See, now, that part, that sounds like bullshit I just totally made up, right? Because I did just exactly that. And you know why I get to do that?
Well, for one thing, I really am Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams, Holder Of The Sacred Chalice Of IDGAF, you know: The Original. (When I first became aware that kind of shit was happening in actual reality, it was a very freak moment, but, hey, you know? It's a beautiful job, and someone has to do it while I'm busy balling my brains out in the back of my basically brand-spanking-new 4x4 Mobile Command & Swing Post. Which, I can guarantee you, is gonna be online by Spring. Plans have been laid. Things are in motion. A Fruit Turnover (flavor unspecified) recipe has been researched exhaustively, and while all final outcomes remain in flux, certain assurances can be made, here and now, by me, in areas that are of my actual area.
And, speaking of "deals," you know what I was gonna get myself for Christmas? Yeah, no, me neither. Plans changed unexpectedly when a (blank) from (Alcablanktrazstar) warped in and pulled a Kobyashi Flip.
Look, just go with it and criticize later, you dig? I'm just in from illumination bomb blast site Alpha--I'm not claiming I'm the best chatter translator around, but I guarantee you, as I write inscrutable text, there is legitimate meaning there, I am not kust banging away on jeyboards. Yet. Anyway, I know it sounds derivative and stupid, and it is. It's also the best I can do while my subconscious works in the background on pre-arranging the rest of what I just got handed over to give up to all of all y'all. That's how I do this stuff, Kids: the Discipline Of Mental Organization is beyond death and evil, verifiably in good working order, and maybe one day I'll scribble down all my sekrit recipes into a Geocities site and let the whole world have a go.
In the meantime: fuck you, patent pending, no tech trading off of me from now on. PERIOD. I'm queuing up for some major downloads, as I apparently reached some kind of milestone goal, just a short while ago. (A series of progressively more jaw-dropping and awe-inspiring deductions made from carefully collected observations I've been WORKING ON for WELL OVER 22 YEARS, just came through like lightning in parallel concert with my sudden awareness of what really happened during several recent crux events, most of which involving big fruit basket weaving roll-ups. (I don't wanna get too clear here.) Hopefully, "no contact" doesn't mean "don't receive messages through telepathy" and "eviction" doesn't mean "can't squat," because I am not a lawyer, I don't have a lawyer, I don't want a lawyer, and as God as my witness, I don't need a lawyer, because I am not guilty or complicit in any and all of the recent kerfuffle some of you may have heard of. Look: it's complicated. It's taken some time to figure things out.
Spooky action at a distance has been involved. Details are sketchy, but according to the telemetry at my disposal, Terrible Tulpa Trebuchet involvement is confirmed. Like, no shit? Something teleported in, and then, was unable to leave? Didn't I say that was how the Thyme Prison House Party Trufflehound Stable was constructed? Let me guess: something showed up and didn't believe it at first either. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Now, for those of you somehow unaware of the relevant details--a condition of ignorance that I find, strictly speaking, ominously impossible at this point, holy shit a month ago, I was a stranger in this town, now with the hammer floored--totes--I'm bigger than sliced bread. Children involuntarily swivel their heads to gawk at my mode of dress as I walk by. The jokes about "a skirt" have been absent for weeks. The usually somewhat sparse occurrence of a dumpy, middle-aged man with low confidence in his low tea, stopping by my daily High Tea for a spot of wisdom about fashion sense, those are way up.
It's usually like this. "Hey, uh... I really like your kilt, Man." God, seriously. They're always so embarrassed. Like wrapping an ass jacket and showing a little leg is gonna turn them LesboGayQuadStile just by thinking about it.
Still--superior to a Clayton presidency.
Going to read all this after I finish making voodoo doll representing Laser aka Metron that evil pedophile,
and will stick pins in him to make him fucking collapse on the stairs and brake his fucking pedo neck.
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Yappstar
Interesting that I prefer reading your long posts on the saved background instead in the original post.
The saved background has softer color than the white in the original post.
....anyhow, back to reading
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Yappstar
Interesting that I prefer reading your long posts on the saved background instead in the original post.
The saved background has softer color than the white in the original post.
....anyhow, back to reading
I was just thinking the same. Wanna smoke a bowl?
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Going to read all this after I finish making voodoo doll representing Laser aka Metron that evil pedophile,
and will stick pins in him to make him fucking collapse on the stairs and brake his fucking pedo neck.
Frell yourself from San Diego.
https://youtu.be/ysntxAmk5bI
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Firstly, I already knew that each of them had a backburner plan to take over the place in case I mysteriously disappeared. Mostly because, I wanted to finish moving, tidy up some, and then go on a road trip, and absolutely because, IT TOOK SIX YEARS TO MOVE OUT AFTER MY MOTHER DIED. To the actual date.
Are you serious?
That's quite the coincidence.
Perhaps your Mom is "helping" you.
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Are you serious?
That's quite the coincidence.
Perhaps your Mom is "helping" you.
I just comm’d with her today! She's doing great. Guild law doesn't let me translate exactly what she's saying so I'm not going to bother but she's fine, she says hi to everybody (she says I have no idea how many people that is) I think everybody she knows is dead. she's not sure if she laughs.
Love is good.
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He did in fact (blank) her because he never for a minute had a second idea of making her into a producer of any kind, he only did that because I told him that she had to know how to do it if I were going to do it, and well of course he never intended to make me anything but dead man, he did in fact mislead her to believing that she was going to have a chance of doing things with him in a romantic sense, and she OPENLY ALLEGED BEFORE LEAVING never had any intention of doing that at all with either him or me because she's a real stone cold b****, but when he discovered that she was lying to both of us, that is (PROT) and Jackstar, he tells me he decided to take matters into his own hands. Or something, I don't even remember, the guy told the story like 12 times over 10 hours, and I of course didn't listen.
She knew that (PROT) had drugs, and I didn't have drugs, and she likes drugs a lot more than I thought she did, certainly more than me, because I'm not the f****** junkie around here. Guaranteed. And she didn't want to give me free drugs, why would she want to do that? She didn't even like me that much unless she were on drugs and I wasn't, and if she was going to give out free drugs she would give them to somebody with more money, like (PROT).
She literally spent 4 hours on the phone with me over two nights explain to me how she just had to go to (PROT) and I couldn't go with her and I didn't want to anyway but I wasn't invited and that was kind of lame and I didn't understand why she was going and she said she was going to get training and I was like b******* you're in a hurry to fly off all alone why doesn't he come here for training what training?
I can tell already that she didn't know that the only reason why she was getting trained at all is because I told him to do it with her, mostly because I found her to be tedious and annoying when trying to learn things that she thought she didn't need to know, and I wanted to see what it would be like if he taught her things. Well he did it pretty well didn't they? I didn't really anticipate that she would run away with him in an hour.
What I didn't really anticipate is that she would call the police on me after lying to them and telling them that I did things that I didn't do. I've been hearing jokes on the internet back channels for months about Christmas time and Jackstar, well wow what a great idea, do something nobody's ever thought of before, and gosh didn't it work out great for everybody? Oh the whole town is buzzing on how awesome I am—a few haters but prison is out of the question. I'm amazing. I'm running around town with a pregnant heroin addict and she's got all the drugs and I barely getting any and I'm totally happy being designated driver. It's like Jesus, if Jesus had a girlfriend who got swindled by a wop.
I don't know if he actually did things that are technically (PROT) in Texas or if he meant to do it for an accident or if you just regrowth or anything I don't f****** know cuz neither of those two talk to me anymore because they know damn well if they both f***** up and they know that I'm irritated about it and they know that I hold them both personal responsible so they don't want to tell me things they just want to make it all go away and forget, will that be great if she would get the f*** out of my house first and if he would stop being such a douchebag on whatever the f*** it is he's doing. I don't know when I'm going to court to get out of this emergency no contact order but believe me it's not easy to do because that's an interesting house, and the cops are very interested now because.. well, because I interested them.
/flex
I don't really know where this is going, but at least I know where it started, and you know you really could have been a lot more helpful, lady. Children and grandmothers are crying as a result of your lackadaisical explanations of puzzled and befuddled men such as myself.
Thanks for writing; you're a real good counselor. I am going to go back to burning it all down now.
Also I know for a stone cold fact that (PROT) and (PROT) are talking to each other again, so whatever kind of hold he has on her it's quite firm and I don't give a s*** if you (PROT) her or not I don't deal well with people who leave me for assholes with money and drugs and then come back unhappy and complaining and then end up going back to them because I guess I don't have enough money in drugs or whatever the f*** is going on.
I don't know and I don't care. It's their problem, not mine, and the line counting bitching w**** was on (PROT) from day one without telling me the whole f****** time anyway. Not that I hold that against her but it's amazing how quickly she lost interest in me when she was no longer able to see me once a week while taking MDMA-Female ahead of driving to me a hundred miles, wow, no wonder she doesn't give a s*** about me you're thinking anything legitimate about our relationship, to her it doesn't mean anything at all; cuz it didn't. (What does she even remember?)
On the brightside: great, I've lost nothing. On the other hand, great for children might wonder what happened to their mom when they discover that she no longer has any will to live because she pissed away everything already MONTHS ago and I could give less of a s*** than you can possibly imagine. Oh, now you want to talk? Go talk to her—and good luck finding her through a f****** interdimensional portal, you Muggle-headed fuck-0. You think you're so smart? Yeah go find her & give her a message for me, tell her I named my truck David, I'm going to suck David off on OnlyFans, and I don't really give a s*** about anything she does ever again because I learned my lesson well.
She doesn't even know what happened or what is to come and she just tried to send me to custody: TWICE. I suppose that would be a slam dunk, except, I'm not actually doing anything wrong, unless you count setting up a parasol and a deck chair with a cooler to hold my beer in front of the intake to the psych ward where they're sure to be rolling her in soon, because there's literally no one else for her and nowhere else for her to go without me. Even her children don't hardly love her anymore, and hope I come back and fix everything like I did the first time.
Yeah sure. Replace me. No doubt one of your little friends knows the rest of the story and can handle it, right?
GOODBYE
THIS STORY WAS ALWAYS BORING AND THE ONLY REASON I PAID ANY ATTENTION TO IS BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP HER. I NEVER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT DOING A PODCAST, SHE SAID HER SON WANTED TO BE A PODCASTER SO I SAID TO MYSELF THAT I'D FIGURE OUT HOW A KID COULD DO IT WELL IT'S NOT THAT F****** HARD.
SHE KNEW RUBINI BEFORE I EVER SPOKE TO HIM. RUBINI KNEW OF ME FOR YEARS BEFORE I TALKED TO HIM. THEY BOTH TOLD ME A WHOLE S*** LOAD OF LIES AS SOON AS THEY MET ME.
THEY'RE STILL WORKING TOGETHER. HE CALLED HER IPHONE AND SHE BLAMED ME FOR GIVING HIM THE NUMBER, AND THEN SHE KEPT THE SAME F****** IPHONE THIS WAS MONTHS AGO. FOR SEXUAL PROFESSIONAL ORDER IS B******* I NEVER SAW MORE THAN FOUR PAGES OF POLICE REPORT I NEVER READ A F****** SENDS OUT OF ANY OF IT THAT MADE ANY SENSE. SHE DIDN'T SEND ME ANYTHING THAT WAS ANYTHING REAL.
IT WAS WINDOW DRESSING TO DO IT AGAINST ME THIS YEAR AND IT'S ALREADY STARTED BY CALLING THE POLICE AND CLAIMING THAT I'M A HITTER AND A THROAT CHOKER AND A POTENTIAL MURDERER. IT'S COMPLETE B*******. I WALKED IN THE DOOR, SHE STARTED SCREAMING SHE THREW THE CONTENTS OF THE REFRIGERATOR ON THE FLOOR AND THEN CAME OUT WITH YOU A KNIFE. I DISARMED HER. IT'S SELF-DEFENSE.
She's allowed to talk to me and claims that she can't. Are you getting the picture (PROT)? I don't give a f***. I love her but after the first time running back into the fires and something that I can spend a whole lot of time on and she never loved me in the first place anyway and I really need more than some drugged out junkie on (PROT) to f****** in order to feel real love.
Surprise surprise. The first b**** on Bellgab that doxxed me was one who was pissed that I wouldn't do things with her that she thought I was doing that I wasn't, and the second one, (PROT), is doing shitloads right now. That's why I'm not allowed to go there. That's why it's so important that I don't see what's going on. She's over there with whoever the f*** she wants doing where the f*** she wants and I don't really give a f*** about that, and I don't even mind not being invited because I don't f****** like this person anyway--she never liked me at all. (One did. One does.)
When she found out that I was intelligent that is. When she thought I was stupid that was pretty cool. Then her father found out that I was smart, I was going to figure out what's going on, and that's it I had to go.
I figured out a lot more was going on too but I'm not actually a shitbag punk rat so I'll just not mention that part. Hope you had a nice time pretending you were superior, this could have been a lot better for everybody, and I think you know the reasons why it hasn't been, and now, never will be.
I have better things to do and I need to find a friend who I can deprogram ahead of time so that I won't waste my time later discovering that she was an artificial lie from the first place. Think back. (PROT) never said anything nice about Jackstar ever, she just flirted with other men and pretended that I was cool and that she thought so.
I just want to clean my garage. I want to get the Christmas presents that I hid out of there before they start to turn moldy. I want to get back to my life. I don't really give a s*** about seeing a w****. I can bring bear spray. There won't be a problem.
I honestly don't give a s*** if he hires or eats her. She's a grown ass woman, she's THIS stupid, SURE MAKE FALSE ALLEGATION AND THROW MAN IN JAIL, why does that sound familiar, hey guess what what kind of investigation was there for me? That's right, none. I don't even know why I'm bothering telling you, except maybe to remind you that at one point I did care and I did ask for help and I was ignored by everyone.
Even her children. Well, hopefully someone will tell them that I disarmed their mother and kept her from hurting yourself and then she called the police and then... I don't know and I don't care, ample time is passed to be impressive and nothing has happened besides stonewall.
Except, not really nothing, because you're actually all in on it and are looking forward to seeing it explode. (PROT) always was steadfastly opposed to me talking to anybody on the internet, especially after she turned tail and ran, and I guess she thought that just hiding her head in the sand was going to work forever.
I don't care what happens to any of you, because I don't care what happens to her. Something hilarious, I'm sure, because while I'm unable to go to my house I'm taking all the spare petty cash money that I was going to spend on her and her children and I'm literally throwing it out the f****** window on nothing. And of course, it goes to say, I'm not publishing any creative work. Cheers.
Don't bother coming back to any more conversations with me. You're done. KEROSENE.
There is some lack in the subtext.
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There is some lack in the subtext.
...in process of reading that,
interesting tidbits so far.
I have no idea what you saw in her physically,
that flat ass is a such a turn off,
anyhow....
SHE LOST ALL HER CREDENTIALS
with almost everybody (except with the so gullible Azz)
when she sent out this picture of her ugly ass
and then claimed that she went to have serious business meeting.
WHAT A TRASHY MANIPULATIVE LYING BITCH.
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WHAT A TRASHY MANIPULATIVE LYING BITCH.
Fortunately I can deal with this matter without having to worry about being accused of extortion, considering all I really like is my house and my quasi-wife and my girlfriend and my other girlfriend back, that is if she is still even alive or remembers who she is or isn't a drugged out f****** psycho. These details kind of matter.
Oh yeah: I'm going to need a secretary.
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I have no idea what you saw in her physically,
that flat ass is a such a turn off,
anyhow....
I mean I love her either way, but if she's still a drugged out psycho, I'm probably not going to tell her who I'm sleeping with, and actually I might not tell her that at all depending on her attitude about such things, which will probably undoubtedly change as soon as I tell her a few key pieces of info that I have held back until this moment in time to reveal.
SHE LOST ALL HER CREDENTIALS
I'm on it. *click*
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I mean I love her either way, but if she's still a drugged out psycho, I'm probably not going to tell her who I'm sleeping with, and actually I might not tell her that at all depending on her attitude about such things, which will probably undoubtedly change as soon as I tell her a few key pieces of info that I have held back until this moment in time to reveal.
I'm on it. *click*
Hi, Master Trollda here, network executive in charge of forum programming. I’m sorry but this dramady is being cancelled due to a severe lack of interest. Thanks for all your hard work on it though. Feel free to help yourself to the craft services table if you want on your way out, even though it’s mostly just stale bread and the salads that no one else wanted to eat at this point. ;)
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I mean I love her either way, but if she's still a drugged out psycho, I'm probably not going to tell her who I'm sleeping with, and actually I might not tell her that at all depending on her attitude about such things, which will probably undoubtedly change as soon as I tell her a few key pieces of info that I have held back until this moment in time to reveal.
I'm on it. *click*
I'm certain that she still is (and will be till she fucking dies) a massive junkie and a drunk,
who will lie and manipulate people around her to get her more drugs and booze.
She is a classic example of a psychopath, and sooner you kick her from your thinking
that she was (is) "something very special that happened to you in your life" the better for your mental state.
So far, besides few orgazms and police records and stays in jail, she gave nothing beside aggravation.
From reading this part of your second part story about Facebook,
(quoted at the bottom of this post)
it gave me feeling that this is a definitely past life connection with her,
(feeling strong impulses to do something like that)
AND A FUCKING TOXIC CONNECTION AT THAT,
the sooner you realize that and cut the umbilical cord with that past life connection that you are having with her
the sooner you can start living a happy and productive life, (whatever you have left of it)
DON'T STAY CHAINED UP TO THE PAST LIFE CONNECTION
if that connection is so fucking toxic and destructive.
And stop allowing those subliminal messages coming into your mind that she was/is
the best thing that ever happened to YOU in this life time.
IT'S A LIE
coming from her negative energy field,
snap out of it, ask Jesus to give you strength to overcome this "emotional addiction"
and ask for help to become totally indifferent to her existence
and to start living your life...not her life in your body.
AND THIS IS COMING FROM MY HEART TO HELP YOU TO BE HAPPY AGAIN.
She is not a source of your happiness.
Sh'e a source of your misery camouflaged as a happiness.
TYPICAL DEMONIC TRICKS.
GOOD LUCK TO YOU.
Quote:
"By the way, I don't know if anyone is unclear on this, but my darling is a very, very big deal. That's not why I love her--I swear, my hand to God, I knew nothing of this absolutely baller life that I have for myself with her when I met her. I felt an impulse, I went to Facebook, and I went combing through my friends' list, I haven't used Facebook in probably years, and never like this: I'm scrolling through every conversation on Messenger I've ever had, and after about five minutes of clicking around after a couple minutes logging in, I'm in love forever and ever--actual--the deepest love I've ever known, and still am, and it has never stopped being my number one joy in the whole of my life."
That quote came from here:
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LMAO
I stopped reading here because I'm on the floor at the moment.
"...tell her I named my truck David, I'm going to suck David off on OnlyFans,"
There is some lack in the subtext.
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There is some lack in the subtext.
"She's allowed to talk to me and claims that she can't. Are you getting the picture (PROT)? I don't give a f***. I love her but after the first time running back into the fires and something that I can spend a whole lot of time on and she never loved me in the first place anyway and I really need more than some drugged out junkie on (PROT) to f****** in order to feel real love."
You're attaching so much fucking importance to love, to love for a woman who treated you like a rag.
AND WHAT THAT MAKES YOU?
What's the word that I'm looking here for ... hmmm..??
Help me out ---
Being alone aka single is not always a curse, sometimes it's an actually a huge blessing,
but you have to be emotionally strong and "spiritually sophisticated" to recognize that.
By being singe you have time to focus on God, on Jesus Christ - instead on another person.
Putting a woman (even if relationship goes great) on the highest pedestal is a huge mistake and a sin actually.
GOD, real God, Jesus Christ should be on that pedestal, not another person.
That's why people (you in this case) suffer huge emotional pains - because they put their energy,
their love towards the wrong entity.
You should reconsider if your whining about it is really productive.
Consider perhaps snapping out of it.
UNLESS YO ARE EMOTIONALLY VERY WEAK INDIVIDUAL,
THEN YOU WILL STAY IN THAT SEWER PIT - AND WILL DRINK FROM IT TILL YOU DIE.
"I have better things to do and I need to find a friend who I can deprogram ahead of time so that I won't waste my time later discovering that she was an artificial lie from the first place."
You're already planing to sabotage yourself,
why not to stay single for a while till you chill out, till you become emotionally sophisticated.
Right now you're emotionally DEFORMED.
You are already planing to mess with the head of another person,
while your head is messed up to the point of possible nervous breakdown.
STAY THE FUCK SINGLE (at least till you heal) - DON'T BE SCARED OF BEING SINGLE.
IT'S FUN ACTUALLY.
"I don't even know why I'm bothering telling you, except maybe to remind you that at one point I did care and I did ask for help and I was ignored by everyone."
The thingy is, that these 3 posts of yours today, are very different the way they are written
from many many posts that your wrote in the past.
THEY WERE FUCKING ENCRYPTED NONSENSE.
Nonsense that only you understood.
Many (myself included) were commenting and begging you to write/type more coherently.
Today you did just that.
So not that nobody was wiling to listen to you and to offer you their sincere help you,
the message was just way too encrypted and confusing.
I know that sometimes we like to goof off,
like pate who spells his name wrong on purpose, just to confuse everybody,
his real name is actually peter, not pate.
Chase that evil tribal woman away from you, she is demon possessed.
How many more proofs do you need?
ANYHOW,...I enjoyed reading your story today.
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STAY THE FUCK SINGLE (at least till you heal) - DON'T BE SCARED OF BEING SINGLE.
IT'S FUN ACTUALLY.
In your case it's not exactly a choice is it? I don't know why you don't spunk a few rupees on a decent brass to tame your unnatural urges and give those poor yaks a rest. Rolling around the floor of your mud hut, covered in goose grease and your own semen, while jerkin' your gherkin thinking about Jessica H Christ (noted girly man and bottom bandit) is no way to go through life.
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In your case it's not exactly a choice is it? I don't know why you don't spunk a few rupees on a decent brass to tame your unnatural urges and give those poor yaks a rest. Rolling around the floor of your mud hut, covered in goose grease and your own semen, while jerkin' your gherkin thinking about Jessica H Christ (noted girly man and bottom bandit) is no way to go through life.
Shouldn't you be out partying? It's a big day and all.
https://twitter.com/RoyalFamily/status/1490295526612426752
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In your case it's not exactly a choice is it? I don't know why you don't spunk a few rupees on a decent brass to tame your unnatural urges and give those poor yaks a rest. Rolling around the floor of your mud hut, covered in goose grease and your own semen, while jerkin' your gherkin thinking about Jessica H Christ (noted girly man and bottom bandit) is no way to go through life.
Also glad you are not dead (I guess). I have a message that I am honor bound to deliver to you, if you do not disappear for another 8 months.
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Also glad you are not dead (I guess). I have a message that I am honor bound to deliver to you, if you do not disappear for another 8 months.
Honour? You can't even spell it!
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Shouldn't you be out partying? It's a big day and all.
https://twitter.com/RoyalFamily/status/1490295526612426752
If you people had only stopped being difficult and accepted your colonial subservience we could have partied together as quasi-bros under one glorious flag. We could have split a box of bath salts and broken into my local zoo to molest the llamas (don't knock it till you've tried it).
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Honour? You can't even spell it!
Be that as it may.
From: Billy Joe Mulgreavey
To: Arrogant English Asshole
Warmest greetings and salutations. *stop*
Hope you are well. *stop*
You should come back to the thread *stop*
Referenced attached. *stop*
BJM
(https://i.imgur.com/F3FQj4m.png)
There. I have discharged my duty faithfully.
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Be that as it may.
From: Billy Joe Mulgreavey
To: Arrogant English Asshole
Warmest greetings and salutations. *stop*
Hope you are well. *stop*
You should come back to the thread *stop*
Referenced attached. *stop*
BJM
(https://i.imgur.com/F3FQj4m.png)
There. I have discharged my duty faithfully.
I came across (phrasing?) this unholy beastosaurus yesterday. Perhaps there's what the young people call a 'collab' in the offing between this cheese mountain and our own dear little chap. I notice he made a return back to the ol' burgh the other day. At least, I assume he was the cause of the bridge collapse.
I hope BJM is doing well. It seems like the old thread has dissolved with BG's passing.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=F5wEPgBYruI (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=F5wEPgBYruI)
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I hope BJM is doing well. It seems like the old thread has dissolved with BG's passing.
BJM is fine. The thread continues on. George is doing well in some respects - he routed the housing authority that was on the verge of evicting him with a 13 page missive and by chasing the inspector lady out of his pad. He also pulled in a new Mac computer as a donation and soon will be moving to a paid subscription channel model. On the other hand the snaggletooth was bashed out in an unfortunate iPad incident and he has swollen to truly epic proportions. Really hindering him now. :'(
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BJM is fine. The thread continues on. George is doing well in some respects - he routed the housing authority that was on the verge of evicting him with a 13 page missive and by chasing the inspector lady out of his pad. He also pulled in a new Mac computer as a donation and soon will be moving to a paid subscription channel model. On the other hand the snaggletooth was bashed out in an unfortunate iPad incident and he has swollen to truly epic proportions. Really hindering him now. :'(
Oh sure, you only come here to try to get people to go over there. Fucking Ellgabbers! ::)
Why do you prefer tyranny to freedom? Longing for the old days with Shreddie?
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Oh sure, you only come here to try to get people to go over there. Fucking Ellgabbers! ::)
Why do you prefer tyranny to freedom? Longing for the old days with Shreddie?
I was charged with delivering a message and have done so. However the Queen's Accession Day bit was just for you Doc.
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BJM is fine. The thread continues on. George is doing well in some respects - he routed the housing authority that was on the verge of evicting him with a 13 page missive and by chasing the inspector lady out of his pad. He also pulled in a new Mac computer as a donation and soon will be moving to a paid subscription channel model. On the other hand the snaggletooth was bashed out in an unfortunate iPad incident and he has swollen to truly epic proportions. Really hindering him now. :'(
I guess the inspector lady really had no chance against his private raccoon militia. What's the over/under on said missive veering off on irrelevant tangents every other paragraph? I think it's a given that his mother would have featured prominently, and if he doesn't squash MV in as part of some demented persecution-mania riffing then he's not the man I took him for.
Which idiot gave him a computer, and how long before Senda craps all over them?
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I was charged with delivering a message and have done so. However the Queen's Accession Day bit was just for you Doc.
It was hard to understand you with your head so far up her ass.
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Fun fact: Hillary climbed Mount Everest just before Her Madge's Coronation, but they kept it secret until after the ceremony. Couldn't happen today, he'd be voguing on TikTok with Tenzing Norgay before he'd even reached the bloody summit these days.
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If you people had only stopped being difficult and accepted your colonial subservience we could have partied together as quasi-bros under one glorious flag. We could have split a box of bath salts and broken into my local zoo to molest the llamas (don't knock it till you've tried it).
What a thought! I'd be able to get Jaffa Cakes right from my local store!
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What a thought! I'd be able to get Jaffa Cakes right from my local store!
You could always just move there, where tyranny still reigns supreme. ;)
P.S. I seem to find them at a lot of grocery stores.
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You could always just move there, where tyranny still reigns supreme. ;)
Pass
;)
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IS THAT OLD FUCKING DISGUSTING USELESS LIZARD BITCH DEAD YET??
I'm going to be so fucking happy watching all those English/British inbreds with bad teeth crying
and looking for ways to kill themselves from the massive depression and mourning over that pile of shit bag.
English/British - same fucking garbage thing.
I don't even know the difference, (and have no desire to find out).
All the same smelly herd of swines, as far as I am concerned.
I hope that degenerate lizard cunt dies very soon, and her degenerate inbred pedo son Andrew kills himself.
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IS THAT OLD FUCKING DISGUSTING USELESS LIZARD BITCH DEAD YET??
I'm going to be so fucking happy watching all those English/British inbreds with bad teeth crying
and looking for ways to kill themselves from the massive depression and mourning over that pile of shit bag.
English/British - same fucking garbage thing.
I don't even know the difference, (and have no desire to find out).
All the same smelly herd of swines, as far as I am concerned.
I hope that degenerate lizard cunt dies very soon, and her degenerate inbred pedo son Andrew kills himself.
With respect, you're just some lice-infested, gap-toothed, knock-kneed, squinting, obese, cretinous pile of fly-blown yak shit. Your only function here is to make Trollda look good, as he's no longer this forum's apex retard. You've gone prancing to the front in that twinkling way of yours, you dyspeptic little fairy-fart.
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With respect, you're just some lice-infested, gap-toothed, knock-kneed, squinting, obese, cretinous pile of fly-blown yak shit. Your only function here is to make Trollda look good, as he's no longer this forum's apex retard. You've gone prancing to the front in that twinkling way of yours, you dyspeptic little fairy-fart.
Says the guy who still believes in the fairy tale that God wants certain families to rule us. Talk about ass backward retardation. Keep trying though. One day you may actually evole into something more American. ;D
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Says the guy who still believes in the fairy tale that God wants certain families to rule us. Talk about ass backward retardation. Keep trying though. One day you may actually evole into something more American. ;D
Well, you're the one that believes (supposedly) in Creepin' Jeebus, not me. All you little Trumplings think your saviour was appointed by Gaaaad.
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Well, you're the one that believes (supposedly) in Creepin' Jeebus, not me. All you little Trumplings think your saviour was appointed by Gaaaad.
Who owns the most land in the world? :D
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What a thought! I'd be able to get Jaffa Cakes right from my local store!
There are many things you forfeited during your ill-advised quest for so-called 'independence'. International respect, fish fingers, and the ability to sneer at every other country are just three I could name.
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Says the guy who still believes in the fairy tale that God wants certain families to rule us.
GOD DOES NOT WANT.
CERTAIN FAMILIES DO RULE YOU.
Who owns the most land in the world? :D
ANTS.
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Who owns the most land in the world? :D
What is this, Wankers Jeopardy?
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There are many things you forfeited during your ill-advised quest for so-called 'independence'.
(Hi!)
I didn't quest for independence. I was born this way.
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What is this, Wankers Jeopardy?
No, if it was you’d be hosting.
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GOD DOES NOT WANT.
CERTAIN FAMILIES DO RULE YOU.
ANTS.
No, they’re only minions to the queen.
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No, if it was you’d be hosting.
I would use some of the money to buy up your trailer park. I'd first quadruple the rent, making you liable for a whopping ten bucks a month on that rusty rabbit hutch, before kicking you out at the coldest time of the year. Just seeing you trudging off in the snow in your frayed old bathrobe would be compensation enough.
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GOD DOES NOT WANT.
CERTAIN FAMILIES DO RULE YOU.
ANTS.
LMAO
OK - that ANTS answer made me lough out loud in real.
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PROMISE !! !! !!
WHEN THAT OLD SMELLY LIZARD CUNT DIES
I will post on AzzGab a close up picture of my ass hole
because I will be so ecstatic.
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I would use some of the money to buy up your trailer park. I'd first quadruple the rent, making you liable for a whopping ten bucks a month on that rusty rabbit hutch, before kicking you out at the coldest time of the year. Just seeing you trudging off in the snow in your frayed old bathrobe would be compensation enough.
Lucky for me you live in a totalitarian state where that kind of thing isn’t even possible. Like I said though, keep striving for the American dream. ;)
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PROMISE !! !! !!
WHEN THAT OLD SMELLY LIZARD CUNT DIES
I will post on AzzGab a close up picture of my ass hole
because I will be so ecstatic.
Or it might not be your asshole, just your face, and we couldn't tell the difference?
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Lucky for me you live in a totalitarian state where that kind of thing isn’t even possible. Like I said though, keep striving for the American dream. ;)
It's called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it.
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Or it might not be your asshole, just your face, and we couldn't tell the difference?
(https://c.tenor.com/91xjtSzXm6YAAAAM/crowd-laughing.gif)
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It's called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it.
At least we don’t have to ask permission to buy a butter knife. :P
Not yet, anyway. :-\
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At least we don’t have to ask permission to buy a butter knife. :P
Not yet, anyway. :-\
Even you aren't dumb enough to believe that one.
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STAY THE FUCK SINGLE (at least till you heal) - DON'T BE SCARED OF BEING SINGLE.
IT'S FUN ACTUALLY.
I'm an English/British turd trying to be funny.
Sorry for sounding lame and weak so far.
I'm very sorry board that my post brought out this English/British turd out from hiding.
~TEXAS DADDY
Since
June 19, 2021, 10:52:04 PM
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Even you aren't dumb enough to believe that one.
Hey, miscellaneous ad hominem right back at ya. Wake me up when you can think of something to post.
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I'm very sorry board that my post brought out this English/British turd out from hiding.
You're more than welcome to fuck off. Are the tears coursing down your weaselly little face 'cos the nasty man's being mean to you?
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Hey, miscellaneous ad hominem right back at ya. Wake me up when you can think of something to post.
Actually, I prefer it when you're asleep so I can piss on your head.
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Actually, I prefer it when you're asleep so I can piss on your head.
Are you actually a 13 year old? That would make a lot of sense.
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Are you actually a 13 year old? That would make a lot of sense.
What, you mean your erection? No, sorry to disappoint you, I'm just a middle-aged man.
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WHEN THAT DEGENERATE OLD LIZARD CUNT FINALLY DIES
(hopfully very fucking soon)
I HOPE THAT SOME MUSLIM CLIMBS ON HER TRONE
AND TAKES NICE STEAMY DUMP ON IT AND COVERS WITH HER CROWN !!
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What, you mean your erection? No, sorry to disappoint you, I'm just a middle-aged man.
Maybe chronologically but intellectually and emotionally you got stunted at 13. Is that when your “uncle” started raping you?
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Maybe chronologically but intellectually and emotionally you got stunted at 13. Is that when your “uncle” started raping you?
Yes, honey, if that does it for you. Whatever you say. You don't sound like you have many pleasures in life so don't let me ruin this particular fever dream. I only hope you haven't run out of wet wipes.
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Yes, honey, if that does it for you. Whatever you say. You don't sound like you have many pleasures in life so don't let me ruin this particular fever dream. I only hope you haven't run out of wet wipes.
I guess I hit a nerve. It wasn’t difficult. I just know that most British men have a gay uncle who molested them at one point. Pedophilia is so rampant in England that the police just threw their hands up in the air and stopped even investigating it altogether there. :D
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I guess I hit a nerve. It wasn’t difficult.
https://streamyard.com/zdttayj53q
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You're more than welcome to fuck off. Are the tears coursing down your weaselly little face 'cos the nasty man's being mean to you?
Dude, I'm having the time of my life. Why don't you fuck off? Oh, wait, you did.
What?
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https://streamyard.com/zdttayj53q
It wouldn’t load.
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There are many things you forfeited during your ill-advised quest for so-called 'independence'.
Goodness, how old do you think I am!?!
International respect,
I haven't thought about that.
fish fingers,
Ew
and the ability to sneer at every other country are just three I could name.
I don't do that. I did like the Jaffa cakes. And the people I met there were very nice.
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ANTS.
Ha!
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Goodness, how old do you think I am!?!
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I haven't thought about that.
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Ew
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I don't do that. I did like the Jaffa cakes. And the people I met there were very nice.
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Ha!
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I don't feel like ajudicating today. I'm going back to bed.
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(https://64.media.tumblr.com/7f83df09c90b98f9656dab81dbef76c4/tumblr_niqmboHMwK1rhjbado1_500.jpg)
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I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
CONSENT
MATTERS.
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I don't feel like ajudicating today. I'm going back to bed.
Do any of you even know, how satisfying it is, to swing a gavel on completing your adjudication cycle... while you're lying in bed on & with downy pillows and 500-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets?
Trust Me, believe Me, know Me: Neither do I.
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Rubini has been quietly sucking his thumb for a while now, but ZaZa flying the coop has triggered something.
(https://i.postimg.cc/SRdxD5ps/Screenshot-from-2022-02-07-20-16-51.png) (https://postimages.org/)
(https://i.postimg.cc/jdj7B639/Screenshot-from-2022-02-07-21-25-03.png) (https://postimg.cc/QVRCT73k)
http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=32
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Rubini has been quietly sucking his thumb for a while now, but ZaZa flying the coop has triggered something.
You want I should drive up and check? For $500 in crypto, I'll fly my drone over it. I'll get you snappies. You like snappies.
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You want I should drive up and check? For $500 in crypto, I'll fly my drone over it. I'll get you snappies. You like snappies.
Damn, I had to look this up and I still don't know what it is.
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(https://i.postimg.cc/jdj7B639/Screenshot-from-2022-02-07-21-25-03.png) (https://postimg.cc/QVRCT73k)
Is this your own personal addition to the post?
???
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Damn, I had to look this up and I still don't know what it is.
I'd never want to join any club that would have me as a member.
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Is this your own personal addition to the post?
???
Just the PLMM avatar added to another image.
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Just the PLMM avatar added to another image.
Interesting. Do you feel he trolled me good and proper?
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Interesting. Do you feel he trolled me good and proper?
That was weak sauce ZaZa style. This is classic Rubini:
(https://i.postimg.cc/wMhnJWrj/rubini-4.png) (https://postimg.cc/8fzygbD2)
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When is the above Rubinism from?
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When is the above Rubinism from?
I believe it was 16 Aug 2020.
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I believe it was 16 Aug 2020.
Way to get our hopes up. ::)
Why do C2C/Art Bell producers seem to ruin everything they get involved with? 🤔
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I believe it was 16 Aug 2020.
Thanks for clarifying.
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Why do C2C/Art Bell producers seem to ruin everything they get involved with? 🤔
I dunno. They sure have an uncanny ability to raze anything they touch to the ground.
Losers.
::)
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Damn, I had to look this up and I still don't know what it is.
Pick Sure?
Nautical Shore...
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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if you've never seen a weapon of eldritch metal disappear into the turf, you simply would not believe your eyes.
I just wanna mention: I buried the hatchet. Please clap.
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I just wanna mention: I buried the hatchet. Please clap.
(https://images.mubicdn.net/images/film/79873/cache-98069-1445953299/image-w1280.jpg?size=800x)
KA! KA! KA!
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Context opus
BEST TROLL KILL EVER! ➡️ ZaZa self-deleting
Rubini looking on ⬆️ gets a whiff of ZaZa and it is like catnip.
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Pick Sure?
Nautical Shore...
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
Diapers, breast milk containers, pet warmers, adult onesies, doodoo bags, scented candles, hair extensions, kitchen foil, antique movie cards, strange chocolates, onesies for teddy bears and it goes on and on. This looks like a winner ...
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So WTAF is that? Grilled Cheese (what sort of cheese?) w/ cucumbers and a side of raspberries? I am guessing that it is on Rye-bread, but am uncertain if I am seeing sesame seeds or a heavy dusting of flour for the crown of the loaf.
I am intrigued: I like that plate; I am stealing that idea of the dimpled edge for an eventual project of making my own table-service.
Ewe can have the green plastic spoon and polka-dot napkin, that shit is fake and gay.
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In Memoriam
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;attach=606;type=avatar)
K_Dubb
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So WTAF is that? Grilled Cheese (what sort of cheese?) w/ cucumbers and a side of raspberries? I am guessing that it is on Rye-bread, but am uncertain if I am seeing sesame seeds or a heavy dusting of flour for the crown of the loaf.
I am intrigued: I like that plate; I am stealing that idea of the dimpled edge for an eventual project of making my own table-service.
Ewe can have the green plastic spoon and polka-dot napkin, that shit is fake and gay.
Here we go! All the grisly details. This appears to be peculiarly Canadian.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuv6qeiXr80
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Huh, apple and cheddar grilled cheese.
(https://64.media.tumblr.com/ceb3ab60242d5e158573075f79659f2f/tumblr_o7cmgcG2nz1qk9kruo2_r2_400.gif)
I would still make it on rye, though.
I shouldn't be surprised by that flavor combination: who'da thunk pommes frites & graaavy? Obvious Canadian is Canadian.
https://youtu.be/yH0oK1aZES4
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(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Huh, apple and cheddar grilled cheese.
https://8kun.top/qresearch/res/15584146.html#15584801
https://media.128ducks.com/file_store/5d7a01444fdf695cc3f24572b2e2e46670627ecb13c9e77d60855f56bb0e0009.mp4
See you at the Iron Chef party, Richter!
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There is something about that smirk that doesn't bode well.
(https://i.postimg.cc/HW93Fn0Z/kaboom.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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Rubini has spent some painful time on the shitter with this release.
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You beat me to it!
;D
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Prhi3_Nvt3U
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You forgot the sign-off:
"I am gutless. I am an advocate for evil because I am a Cowardly cunt and immature, psychotic, liar and wimpy twat."
- DVR as/on AZZ
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New Rube sock:
(https://i.imgur.com/Hvb2v3I.png)
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Rubini's posts are devolving into straight up garbage.
rubinigab.com/bookmark-bellgab-sucks (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1857.msg3074;topicseen#msg3074)
He's clearly descending into a very dark place mentally.
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Rubini's posts are devolving into straight up garbage.
rubinigab.com/bookmark-bellgab-sucks (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1857.msg3074;topicseen#msg3074)
He's clearly descending into a very dark place mentally.
Devolving?! When wasn’t this psyop anything but garbage?
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Devolving?!
Its gotten worse.
If you can believe that.
this psyop
Could you elaborate on how and why you feel it is a"psyop?"
I'm not disagreeing with you, per se.
I'm just curious.
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Its gotten worse.
If you can believe that.
Could you elaborate on how and why you feel it is a"psyop?"
I'm not disagreeing with you, per se.
I'm just curious.
Some have suggested that Rubini is connected to CertAIn US intelligence organizations and his whole style seemed to be about nothing but disruption.
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Some have suggested that Rubini is connected to CertAIn US intelligence organizations and his whole style seemed to be about nothing but disruption.
What do you think, though?
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I dunno why I even bother to read that bullshit.
I guess its like rubbernecking a car crash.
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What do you think, though?
That is what I think.
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That is what I think.
But you prefaced it with "some have said."
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Why would the CIA spend time and money calling some random South African guy a 4 foot 10 tranny midget?
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But you prefaced it with "some have said."
Because they have.
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Why would the CIA spend time and money calling some random South African guy a 4 foot 10 tranny midget?
Beacuse they’re controll freaks that would rival (and do) Hitler’s aspirations for world domnation. Also, the op started at Bellgab, not here.
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Because they have.
So your thoughts on the matter are merely comprised of repurposed hearsay?
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Beacuse they’re controll freaks that would rival (and do) Hitler’s aspirations for world domnation. Also, the op started at Bellgab, not here.
Where does me being characterised as a paedophile fit in?
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So your thoughts on the matter are merely comprised of repurposed hearsay?
It makes sense to me but I could be wrong though.
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Where does me being characterised as a paedophile fit in?
I think in his rudimentary, kindergarten-like view that’s how trolling is done. Which is why it took me a few reads to even figure out that it was ZaZa and not Rubini this time. They’re similar but Rubini actually knows how to speak English. ;)
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It makes sense to me but I could be wrong though.
It doesn't make sense to me.
So I envy your understanding.
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I think in his rudimentary, kindergarten-like view that’s how trolling is done.
Yeah, pretty anemic effort on his part.
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It doesn't make sense to me.
So I envy your understanding.
Well, I guess when you’ve hung around this planet long enough you just start noticing patterns. If he is connected in that way I would doubt it’s as an agent. Like I said, I could be wrong though.
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Well, I guess when you’ve hung around this planet long enough you just start noticing patterns. If he is connected in that way I would doubt it’s as an agent. Like I said, I could be wrong though.
You'd know better than I would.
Its your country!
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Why would the CIA spend time and money calling some random South African guy a 4 foot 10 tranny midget?
Trollda thinks posting Tucker Carlson videos on obscure web fora is a significant contribution to The Resistance, so naturally he thinks he's at the hub of international political intrigue, instead of the sad, frustrated rando he so obviously is.
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Trollda thinks posting Tucker Carlson videos on obscure web fora is a significant contribution to The Resistance, so naturally he thinks he's at the hub of international political intrigue, instead of the sad, frustrated rando he so obviously is.
Sour grapes. Awareness is being raised and your side is losing. It must be tough for an establishment wanker like you. :P
Besides, it was a discussion of Rubini, who started at Bellgab and to my knowledge has never had an account here.
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Sour grapes. Awareness is being raised and your side is losing. It must be tough for an establishment wanker like you. :P
I don't have a side, as far as I'm aware. Your little 'movement' or whatever it is, is bound to fail because you don't have a coherent position on anything. It's whatever happens to annoy you on Fox while day-drinking in your soggy old Lay-Z-Boy
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Rubini...to my knowledge has never had an account here.
He had 2, in fact:
1) Purple Lives Matter Most (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=32)
and
2) Royal8 (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=35)
I won't pretend he was never banned.
But neither account, nor any IP address (at all) is currently banned from AzzGab.
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Where does me being characterised as a paedophile fit in?
Page twenty-three.
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I barely know anything about Rubini and I'm happy to keep it that way. I don't know why some people get sucked in or what he's done to get people so upset. It's one of those internet things that make absolutely no sense in the outside world.
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I don't have a side, as far as I'm aware. Your little 'movement' or whatever it is, is bound to fail because you don't have a coherent position on anything. It's whatever happens to annoy you on Fox while day-drinking in your soggy old Lay-Z-Boy
Yes you do! You prefer the queen’s left ass cheek to her right so don’t try to pretend you’re above it all. ::) ;D
Right now the freedom movement is succeeding at getting all of this distopian vax world shit dropped. What have you done lately beside get yourself up from you jiz encrusted Lay-Z-Boy once in awhile and dirty up your keyboard getting a post out here?
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Yes you do! You prefer the queen’s left ass cheek to her right so don’t try to pretend you’re above it all. ::) ;D
Right now the freedom movement is succeeding at getting all of this distopian vax world shit dropped. What have you done lately beside get yourself up from you jiz encrusted Lay-Z-Boy once in awhile and dirty up your keyboard getting a post out here.
It looks like the pandemic is running its course, all your posturing hasn't moved the needle. I'm not the one claiming to be some geriatric activist, all you do is rattle your walker at anyone you think vaguely liberal on TV. 'Freedom' is just a meaningless buzzword for you lameass dogfaces anyway. You don't want freedom for everyone, only the ones you approve of.
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Trollda's feeling his oats at the moment 'cos it looks like his man-crush is going to invade Ukraine.
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Trollda's feeling his oats at the moment 'cos it looks like his man-crush is going to invade Ukraine.
And other establishment talking points. Your parents must be proud Nazis. :D
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It looks like the pandemic is running its course, all your posturing hasn't moved the needle. I'm not the one claiming to be some geriatric activist, all you do is rattle your walker at anyone you think vaguely liberal on TV. 'Freedom' is just a meaningless buzzword for you lameass dogfaces anyway. You don't want freedom for everyone, only the ones you approve of.
Oh no, actually. Until very recently the plan was just to keep this going with new variants and new vaxxes. Now, they very rightly fear the pitchforks and torches heading their way and have done quick about face. I know you don’t believe in freedom and are just here to tell people they can’t so just rollover and do as your told by people I choose to acknowledge as “authority.” but you’re very clearly in the minority with that opinion, loser. :D
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Oh no, actually. Until very recently the plan was just to keep this going with new variants and new vaxxes. Now, they very rightly fear the pitchforks and torches heading their way and have done quick about face. I know you don’t believe in freedom and are just here to tell people they can’t so just rollover and do as your told by people I choose to acknowledge as “authority.” but you’re very clearly in the minority with that opinion, loser. :D
Do you believe in the freedom to drive while drunk or stoned? Of course you don't, you silly cunt. You have to balance freedom with its potential to harm others. the freedom to swing your arm stops just short of the tip of my nose. By 'freedom' they mean 'I'm too fucking selfish to accept even the slightest inconvenience'.
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And other establishment talking points. Your parents must be proud Nazis. :D
Still playing it cautious, huh? Hoping to storm Kjiv with a sneak attack?
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Still playing it cautious, huh? Hoping to storm Kjiv with a sneak attack?
You’re a delusional cult member.
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You’re a delusional cult member.
You've never really accepted that Ukraine is an independent country, have you? You hardliners still haven't let go of ancient Muscovy.
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Do you believe in the freedom to drive while drunk or stoned? Of course you don't, you silly cunt. You have to balance freedom with its potential to harm others. the freedom to swing your arm stops just short of the tip of my nose. By 'freedom' they mean 'I'm too fucking selfish to accept even the slightest inconvenience'.
I think having your fundamental human rights taken away from you for more than two years qualifies as a bit more than a “slight inconvenience,” you establishment ponce. ::)
(https://www.memesmonkey.com/images/memesmonkey/fe/fec65ed3693d162ed4ef86acf600d56f.jpeg)
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You've never really accepted that Ukraine is an independent country, have you? You hardliners still haven't let go of ancient Muscovy.
I honestly don’t give a fuck about them or Russia. There’s too much corruption to address here at home to be worried about your wet dreams of military action there.
BTW, any Ukrainian I’ve met has been a fucking asshole anyway.
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I think having your fundamental human rights taken away from you for more than two years qualifies as a bit more than a “slight inconvenience,” you establishment ponce. ::)
(https://www.memesmonkey.com/images/memesmonkey/fe/fec65ed3693d162ed4ef86acf600d56f.jpeg)
Keeping kids in cages = absolutely fine.
Having to wear a mask in Ralph's = unacceptable infringement of my civil libertays.
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Keeping kids in cages = absolutely fine.
Having to wear a mask in Ralph's = unacceptable infringement of my civil libertays.
I thought we were talking about covid policy but I guess since you’re losing that argument you have to try to switch gears to immigration policy. Has your hero, Joe Biden, stopped this? No, it’s only gotten worse. You guys got good at the finger wag but it’s all for show because then you just do the same thing X 10. ::)
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I thought we were talking about covid policy but I guess since you’re losing that argument you have to try to switch gears to immigration policy. Has your hero, Joe Biden, stopped this? No, it’s only increased. You guys got good at the finger wag but it’s all for show because then you just do the same thing X 10. ::)
If you're talking about fundamental human rights then they should be applied impartially. You're choosy about who gets those rights. I don't remember saying anything about Biden but you're such a delusional bigot that you can't help seeing everything through your dreary left-right paradigm.
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If you're talking about fundamental human rights then they should be applied impartially. You're choosy about who gets those rights. I don't remember saying anything about Biden but you're such a delusional bigot that you can't help seeing everything through your dreary left-right paradigm.
Oh, I know you wouldn’t say anything about Biden because you’re a myopic cult member who won’t even acknowledge that he’s doing worse than what you accused Trump of. Still waiting for that evidence that you’re somehow above it all. :D
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Oh, I know you wouldn’t say anything about Biden because you’re a myopic cult member who won’t even acknowledge that he’s doing worse than what you accused Trump of. Still waiting for that evidence that you’re somehow above it all. :D
Which cult is that again? I'm in a commie/monarchist/elitist/Democrat cabal of inbred faggot pederasts? Have I left anyone out of your little trouser-rubbing psycho-dream?
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Which cult is that again? I'm in a commie/monarchist/elitist/Democrat cabal of inbred faggot pederasts? Have I left anyone out of your little trouser-rubbing psycho-dream?
You forgot the globalist billionaires that you all work for now. Hope that helps, you establishment chode felater. ;)
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The trouble is, people tend to go against their natural inclinations just to appease dungarees-wearing goober chuds like you. If Biden's lot are doing worse it's to appeal to you, and you have the cheek to hold it against him, as if you care. Just like Kennedy got into Vietnam due to McCarthyism.
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The trouble is, people tend to go against their natural inclinations just to appease dungarees-wearing goober chuds like you. If Biden's lot are doing worse it's to appeal to you, and you have the cheek to hold it against him, as if you care. Just like Kennedy got into Vietnam due to McCarthyism.
I’ll note the typical disdain your kind shows for the working class but why don’t you explain why you’re for communism (which is allegedly for the working class)? Go on! I’ll wait. :)
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You forgot the globalist billionaires that you all work for now. Hope that helps, you establishment chode felater. ;)
Until you've paddled ankle-deep in all that lovely Soros money you can't say you've lived. That's why I'm dining on filet mignon at the most exclusive restaurants and you're blowing the fluff off half a sausage roll you found in a dumpster behind the YMCA.
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I’ll note the typical disdain your kind shows for the working class but why don’t you explain why you’re for communism (which is allegedly for the working class)? Go on! I’ll wait. :)
Communism is for everyone, not some special group. That's the 'comm' bit, y'see? You seem to have taken the dungarees remark rather hard. You probably look like Uncle Jesse in Dukes of Hazzard. Smell like him too.
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Until you've paddled ankle-deep in all that lovely Soros money you can't say you've lived. That's why I'm dining on filet mignon at the most exclusive restaurants and you're blowing the fluff off half a sausage roll you found in a dumpster behind the YMCA.
Enjoy it while you can. The pitchforks are on the horizon. ;)
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Communism is for everyone, not some special group. That's the 'comm' bit, y'see? You seem to have taken the dungarees remark rather hard. You probably look like Uncle Jesse in Dukes of Hazzard. Smell like him too.
Then why does a ruling class decide everything in that system? Doesn’t seem very “democratic” and that’s the thing you pearl-clutching phonies seem to be worried about most, your democracy.
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Then why does a ruling class decide everything in that system? Doesn’t seem very “democratic” and that’s the thing you pearl-clutching phonies seem to be worried about most, your democracy.
What system? There's never been a communist government, the ones that call themselves communist just took the bits they wanted and left the rest. Marx wanted the state to wither away eventually, something that people like you never acknowledge or understand.
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What system? There's never been a communist government, the ones that call themselves communist just took the bits they wanted and left the rest. Marx wanted the state to wither away eventually, something that people like you never acknowledge or understand.
Yeah, alright. ::)
Best of luck with your utopia (literally means nowhere). ;D
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I barely know anything about Rubini and I'm happy to keep it that way. I don't know why some people get sucked in or what he's done to get people so upset. It's one of those internet things that make absolutely no sense in the outside world.
It beats arguing politics with inbred hicks.
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#FREEDOM (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=215.msg8599#msg8599)
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It beats arguing politics with inbred hicks.
Does it? I’d put my geneology up against yours any day. ;)
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Does it?
Its just my opinion, man.
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Don't assume that I'm always with you, its just where my mortal body happens to be.
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Don't assume that I'm always with you, its just where my mortal body happens to be.
I’ve never assumed that but the personal ad hominem is just a sign of weakness. Therefore, you must be the inbred.
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Uh...you're internalising a general statement.
Its not personal, its a trope.
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Uh...you're internalising a general statement.
Its not personal, its a trope.
In regard to the debate Mugabe and I were having it’s an ad hominem attack. However, I’m open to hearing what you mean by trope.
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I think you have me confused with someone else.
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If I were who you thought I was, I wouldn't be taking the bait.
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If I were who you thought I was, I wouldn't be taking the bait.
Bait? I thought we were having a discussion? I thought you abhor hyperpoliticization? Isn’t this what you’re presently engaged in?
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I think you have me confused with someone else.
No. A trope is a metaphor symbolic of something. So, what is inbred a metaphor for?
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He had 2, in fact:
1) Purple Lives Matter Most (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=32)
and
2) Royal8 (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=35)
I won't pretend he was never banned.
But neither account, nor any IP address (at all) is currently banned from AzzGab.
Don't forget much he enjoyed flouncing around the forum as a semi-attractive middle aged woman.
Quote from: StarMeowKitty on April 09, 2021, 08:23:09 AM
#FE #FE #RubiniWillNeverDIE #ChallengerHoax #MITD #DMDN #2021 #CommanderSexy #RubiniMagic
Laser, no offense but you seem awfully jealous of Mr. Rubini. Care to vent? You must know him better than I do perhaps?
Could this be Heather? Are you Ms. Wade?
He is a former colleague of mine in New York @ CBS. I have not spoken to him in over 11 years.
One thing I do know is he is great at producing. Has he broadcasted this year?
LOL hey Rubini ::)
Quote from: StarMeowKitty on April 09, 2021, 10:12:22 PM
I left EllGab. Family issues. Pray for Bart and KSM please. I will respectfully do my parenting job as my main focus.
This is not Bart or David or Elizabeth so stop trying to hurt me Tootsie. I have always supported you. Please stop this because you are hurting the kids Geoffrey.
Bart Ell Has Quit while Jack is getting therapy I hope so please pray for Michael's full recovery from drugs and alcohol. With Jesus he can do it! #JesusHealJackstar
Heater ? :-*
https://youtu.be/vhnhJ34Fnbc?t=74
Pray for Peace for David and I minus the Joker (drunk Junkie Barthur Ell) He NEEDS help! Why is it odd I keep supporting him? Some of you do too in private. Cowards.
Hey, Rubini ::)
(https://i.postimg.cc/W4z3fWc8/Hot.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/VSymJF60)
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I’ve never assumed that but the personal ad hominem is just a sign of weakness. Therefore, you must be the inbred.
Funny how all your limp-wristed insults don't count, but when someone offers you some just criticism regarding your intellect, sexual proclivities, and general table manners, you squeak 'ad hominem' and stamp your little feet till you go blue in your wrinkled walnut of a fizzog.
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Don't forget much he enjoyed flouncing around the forum as a semi-attractive middle aged woman.
LOL hey Rubini ::)
What a stuffed-shirt. We don't flounce, we glide majestically, like a galleon in full sail. I can certainly turn it on if I want to, even at my steadily advancing age. Especially after the hip replacement.
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Funny how all your limp-wristed insults don't count, but when someone offers you some just criticism regarding your intellect, sexual proclivities, and general table manners, you squeak 'ad hominem' and stamp your little feet till you go blue in your wrinkled walnut of a fizzog.
Nonsense! I’m merely pointing out that you couldn’t reason your way out of a wet paper bag and everytime I point that out you stomp your little feet till you go blue in your wrinkled walnut of a fizzog and call me names. It’s a sign of weakness and therefore, indication that your dad fucked his sister and you’re the result. Hope that helps.
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Nonsense! I’m merely pointing out that you couldn’t reason your way out of a wet paper bag and everytime I point that out you stomp your little feet till you go blue in your wrinkled walnut of a fizzog and call me names. It’s a sign of weakness and therefore, indication that your dad fucked his sister and you’re the result. Hope that helps.
I guess you need this weaselly defence mechanism to allow you to sleep at night. I imagine you receive personal insults on a pretty regular basis (poison dwarf; shit for brains; cuntface, etc) so you need to tell yourself that the meanies are being weak.
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I guess you need this weaselly defence mechanism to allow you to sleep at night. I imagine you receive personal insults on a pretty regular basis (poison dwarf; shit for brains; cuntface, etc) so you need to tell yourself that the meanies are being weak.
Spoken like a true weasel.
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I imagine you receive personal insults on a pretty regular basis (poison dwarf; shit for brains; cuntface, etc)
I'm not going to lie: you have me at this. My lizard lies dead at your feet, O Great Deity.
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Spoken like a true weasel.
I've read that most people use Alexa for this.
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I've read that most people use Alexa for this.
You’ve been misinformed. Mugabe for the true weasel. ;)
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You’ve been misinformed. Mugabe for the true weasel. ;)
If I had a choice of voices to program into Alexa that consisted entirely of deposed dictators, I would buy one. Data collection be damned.
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If I had a choice of voices to program into Alexa that consisted entirely of deposed dictators, I would buy one. Data collection be damned.
It would be worth it for the Idi Amin alone.
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https://www.wellandgood.com/signs-immaturity/
7 Signs of Immaturity That Therapists Say Folks Can Grow Out of at Any Age (https://www.wellandgood.com/signs-immaturity/)
1. You have quick emotional escalations
2. You tend to blame others when things go wrong
3. You have impulse-control issues
4. You feel like you need to be the center of attention
5. You always put yourself first
6. You have trouble learning from your mistakes
7. You try to avoid taking on responsibility
If you’ve recognized that you display some of these signs of immaturity in your life and you actually want to do something about it, “it’s worth it to connect with a trained, licensed, and reputable mental health professional,” Dr. Seawell says. They should be able to help you identify where you’re going wrong and put a plan in motion to fix things.
"Doctor See Well." Ha! Sounds like a qwak.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByWqwYGZY9I
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After allowing me to banish the weakest link (for them), I was then banished myself. Now it would seem--confirmation is a challenge--upon realizing that this has perhaps lead to some small, non-trivial amount of security loss--totes--it would appear through the observance of entangled Brownian particles, that the decision has been made to relocate from the place where I was, to a place I know nothing of... but a change in residence has not occurred, so I'm still sitting around studying the profound & immediately recognizable effect the insertion of a few well-written and wisely-chosen wordy-gurdy emails can have on an ongoing situation.
FAG, CUCK, NARCISSIST, LIAR, STALKER, WOMEN ABUSER, RAPIST, PEDOPHILE., KEYLOGGER.. you are ..
BLOCKED 🚫
GO AWAY DINGBAT
See a shrink
Get a life copycat wannabee
#sad
LOL
THE COMMANDER
#RubiniMAGIC
#WINNING
#LEGACY
Went from hot'n'charming to cool'n'aloof after I dumped pages and pages and stories about really cool stuff that I haven't shared with anyone before, anyone at all. Not even out loud. Probably not even talking in my sleep. It's possible he's found one of the Failsafe devices, and if so, would explain the sudden:
INSULTS (all faux)
STOPWORD (probably already lifted if were even placed)
LUCKY CHARM MANTRA (grow up)
Projected advice: #1
Projected advice: #2
Projected self-awareness: #3 (Oh, you thought I was kidding, huh? NINETY DAYS, DUH)
Emulated victory flair: TOTES CONVINCING
SIGNATURE: CAN'T SIGN HOME AGAIN QQ ENGAGE COMPENSATORY REPETIONS MAGICKAL THIN KING
(The condition of the soul without faith is desperation.)
DINGBAT
... and, he doesn't actually know who I am. DID is pretty heavy duty, folks. Did you know, many psychiatric conditions are, in fact, contagious! I mean, he probably learned that from... you know, that one guy who used to... uhm, well, they're a lot alike. I'm not gonna lie. And as I fell out with one, another fell in.
Hopefully, mastermind manipulation of forethought is not quite as contagious as Dissociative Identity Disorder, but to be honest, the best thing I can imagine about not just one, or two, but three of The Slanderettes in a padded room together with pinstripe straitjackets with adorable duckies and bunnies on them, is that no matter what happens, it's all gonna end up in a big group hug.
The rare case when the lack of an invitation is as acceptable as it is lawfully mandated. Speaking of which, I have angered the Gods of Earth Law, and as they are firmly convinced that I am excited to have anything useful to my life happen on any day that I am allowed audience to a judge, but especially a ladyjudge... they laughed at me and mocked me and pretended I didn't know exactly what they were going to do no matter what I said, since I had decided the day before to not hire any representation at all, at this time, and just ride along with the X-military badass that they forced on me in the first place, made a nice impression and I asked him how I could just pay him, then I never saw him again until days later after I found out how to game the system, so I gamed it, which in this case meant not having any money, requesting a lawyer, then getting a bunch of money deposited, then spending crap tons of it, then getting my next appointment delayed, then spending large sums of money on my (blank), then getting another appointment delayed, then spending everything down so far that I actually get overdrawn (sometimes network servers take a day off, you know?), and then finally discovering that after being bounced around, I'm back with the guy that I liked in the first place, who seems slightly non-plussed, and the reason why is, I accidentally sent one of my signature bomb emails to... uh, the guy above him, because the page is formatted such that JGoodman appeared closest to the name of the gentleman. So I giggled explosively, of course, and sent my life story so far to... uh, the totally wrong lawyer, in charge of a different area of law entirely, which I do not realize until many days later. When I recognize that this has happened quite inadvertently and innocently, I am relieved, because I would imagine that Civil Tort Law has something to do with actual 2-4 unnamed yet fiercely clever full doubloon shitheads trying to steal my goddam house... AGAIN. And I'm reasonably confident that if I were really were pulling all these shenanigans while merely pretending to be innocent, well, it's amazing how people will line up to get a chance at part-time pallbearing rally patrol. Those fuckers who hide money while claiming, "I need a free lawyer! Do this now! I am being oppressed!" Oh, God... I hate that, and I'm not even a lawyer, I just like to have lots of alcohol available.
It's pretty stunning when one sees someone instantly say, "Hey! Can I have your alcohol? I'll pay later! I don't know who I'll pay, that's your relationship, I don't want your business, I just want your alcohol," within 90 seconds of walking in... look, I'm tellin' ya: you probably got a live one.
See, when I write it all down like that, it seems completely insane, right? Nevertheless: every word is fundamentally true, and honestly, have you ever tried to email a lawyer from jail? Believe me, they want you to give up even thinking of doing it, which is a very compelling notion even if only ever done once. However, I haven't given up thinking of linking every single goddam *gab in my email .sig. I mean, all I got is time now, so I might as well spend it... studying thoughts.
Now, while this may seem a lengthy amount of intel for a terminally concluded thread such as this... I can't go home, Rubini can't go to his forum, but I could send The Dragonlord... because even though I instructed The Trustee to evict him, #1) That guy is busy and is quite chagrined that he didn't take my emails fully seriously any sooner; #2) He did live there and his stuff is still there in a trailer in the driveway, so even if there is an eviction notice (I wouldn't know), he can just blow past it, knock on the door if he feels like it (oh he had a key, I don't think I confiscated it because this bear can shit open locks while whittling keys from tree bark; and I don't give a single solitary shit how many times 911 numbers are programmed into the speed dial, if that were the scenario, jawbones would be broken. Call it a hunch. I was always referring to the magickal item fetish known as such--if you weren't so square, you never would have thought I meant punching someone myself, obviously I would never date a female pacifist--but at this time, if I actually summoned him and actually needed help, oh yeah, he'd be on it. He wouldn't care. He already ransacked the first house, let me haul it all down while casing the joint ahead of me, that would be the second house, and if I called and he picked up, it wouldn't be long before he'd be all making jokes about the motel I'm at, because of course after 7 weeks, he's probably a bit miffed I haven't already called him up and invited him to make himself at home. I mean, it's a motel room, of course there are two beds.
I haven't contacted him because I am honestly scared of what that would do to the situation. Already today I've experienced a disturbing amount of instant feedback, simply by casually sending a simple message to spark a conversation that finds me suddenly sharing fine, intricate details of the ongoing Narrative that I suddenly realize... "Wow, I wish someone would have asked me that before, but maybe I wouldn't have had the same context."
For example, when I mention that my last appearance in court mostly consisted of them telling me that they had decided to make me wait another two weeks, I mentioned, "Oh, well, my opinion is you ought to just get rid of the whole thing!!" they of course laughed and mocked and informed me that, oh no, no sir, you will continue to stay alone in that motel and NO CONTACT hopefully anyone until we tell you what is going to happen! Leave the courtroom!"
The judge was selling it. I am pretty sure when I decided out loud that I wasn't going to spend $9,000 on a lawyer that would certainly end up needing to go to trial--and those costs can add up for a variety of reasons an innocent man would likely not know anything about--I am pretty sure that I was not misinterpreted. I think I said something like, "I would rather find 3 homeless men and enhance their penes in exchange for their promise that if it ever became possible to do a four-way with a Court Clerk half an hour before her shift starts, it would be more worth it to me than to just pay one dick who's just going to stand there and flirt with her while my garage slowly rusts. Fuck these people. This is all a slow, tedious, relentless drain on the dough I was going to buy her lingerie with right after she started answering some straight questions for the first goddam time in about a year and a half."
I am not kidding. The money this panic attack + epic timing shitshow has burned through more cash than I had been planning to drop on a goddam hottub outdoors. Couldn't just tell me what the fuck was going on and patiently work together, oh no, I wasn't there when I was expected to be--yeah, I know what that's like--and as I recall, when I got a text asking me where I was, I responded with "call & ask", to which I got, "fuck you."
As it would appear to me now that one person was meant to be whisked away to the windowless dressing room adjacent to the Hall of Justice with a rear entrance to the speedboat dock--seriously, the law administration building? Right on the river. It's that kind of town, I fucking love it--and then another person was meant to be left alone, at "home," Christmas Eve, cleaning up a Garfield nightmare that must have taken someone else easily an entire day... and probably be in the midst of when all of a sudden, surprise!
"Oh hi, are you alone in the home? Hey, is that your furnace grate? Oh, it's The Trusts grate, haha, yeah, well, hey, look at this *click* okay how do you explain this bag with your fingerprints that we have photographic evidence of you demonstrating control over? No, that's not the same picture with an edited timestamp, see, the alligator on the shirt is a different color. *sniff* what's that smell? Are you high, boy? Why else would you be cleaning all day? Okay, fuck this, I'm shutting this down, you're going to the hole."
I am reasonably confident that was considered to be the optimum gameplan for the day, seven weeks ago, when instead of doing the expected, the mundane, the usual when I am not around--what even happens there? I AM NEVER INFORMED OF ANYTHING--I was brought to an awareness of a man who has had enough of pretending a knife-wielding cheerleader with the bends is an actual threat to be dignified with any amount of fear... because it's hard to pretend. Because it's amazing how reflexes work sometimes. So previously, I would just express calm surprise while constantly having a plan ready to halt any inadvertent damage to shoes, pillows, palms of the hands, you know, one time I dropped a knife, and it was a serious blade, and it was more like thrown, and I legit almost drove the blade right into Jewel's belly. It stuck in the mattress about an inch away. She gave zero shits. She knew knives, and she knew they worked mostly on legs. She just thought I was showing off, if she realized I almost accidentally killed her because I am a dumbass, well, fair warning.
Yeah, so, anyway, I didn't do anything unacceptable, I thought, other than, you know, not be a complete idiot like some people have been, but mysteriously, being anointed gives a little bit of an edge when it comes to seeing the danger coming. So I left like I thought I should, I went where I thought I should, because I agreed to, and then I took the long way home, and then I took a nap in front of my old house, and then I couldn't charge my phones they were all dead and I was ready for a nap and a happy talk and then IMMEDIATELY
IMMEDIATELY
it's fuckin' APOCALYPSE NOW.
Still not sure why. Getting a few glimmers. I'm guessing that someone found out something somehow through casual conversation that they weren't too impressed by, because I sure did, but I wasn't ready to fly the Jolly Roger to slit throats just yet, you dig? But someone sure was ready to ruin naptime with a full plane load of shattered glass and ricotta cheese.
And then, I buried the hatchet... after taking it, and that has made all the difference. Jesus! I hope I get to see the crime scene photos soon. It was INSANE. Like, she called the police, then barricaded the door right after making three utterly false statements in rapid succession--as if rehearsed--and then she goes to the other front door, that's marked "PLEASE USE OTHER ENTRANCE."
Now, as an aside, one of the mildly positive aspects of not giving a legal team a $9,000 check--paper, because obviously I would want to photocopy that for use a napkin pattern--is that after they tell you not to run your mouth off in public, if you do, they can't just up and quit on you without a refund. Because that's in the rules. Client too annoying? Evidence includes 82,317 commanding emails? Fuck that, hard pass. Their time is valuable. Yours is irrelevant--they have the money.
On the other hand, the downside is, they get real annoyed, because they then usually have to do more work, for no additional money. Take it or leave it. A public defender is usually there by obligation, all the lawyers chip in to donate hours of their time, because sometimes, sometimes something really interesting is worth the extra look. Just to learn what kind of crazy shitballs people stuff up themselves, you boof?
And you know what? Sometimes a complicated issue can uncover previously undetected fundages, that can often be deemed surrenderable if it turns out someone was, you know, like, complicit, premeditative, AN ACCOMPLICE BEFORE OR AFTER THE FACT, wait, is one who is automatically complicit, also an accomplice? Every time?
See, this isn't quite my area--so I will perhaps write a concise, terse, densely useful question on various legal definitions of the terms... and then, oh so casually, just drop a link to this post. "Azzgab"? What's that? And there, right there: that's The Hook.
Oh, and, by the way... you fuckers are doing this all the time. I bet some of you have those little apps that take URLs and turn them into little invisible .jpgs.
I never had to pay attention to this stuff before, but with https://rubinigab.com/cgi-sys/suspendedpage.cgi down immediately after a few phone calls that occurred immediately after an important sea change occurred... look, as you know, I do not know everything, but I have been exposed to waaaaay too much... Sunshine.
Who I suspect they actually did put in a bag. Like, that shit happens. I would assume someone is checking on this kind of thing. In fact, I really don't think I need to link any of the gabs myself.
I feel like it's covered. Semper fi
p.s.: I got a C&D, however: it is ill-formed. I imagine I'll get another in about... five m-SECONDS.
p.p.s.: 20 days remain. LEGALLY THAT IS 2 WEEKS, ROUND IT DOWN, MOTHERFU-*click*
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The rare case when the lack of an invitation is as acceptable as it is lawfully mandated. Speaking of which, I have angered the Gods of Earth Law, and as they are firmly convinced that I am excited to have anything useful to my life happen on any day that I am allowed audience to a judge, but especially a ladyjudge... they laughed at me and mocked me and pretended I didn't know exactly what they were going to do no matter what I said, since I had decided the day before to not hire any representation at all, at this time, and just ride along with the X-military badass that they forced on me in the first place, made a nice impression and I asked him how I could just pay him, then I never saw him again until days later after I found out how to game the system, so I gamed it, which in this case meant not having any money, requesting a lawyer, then getting a bunch of money deposited, then spending crap tons of it, then getting my next appointment delayed, then spending large sums of money on my (blank), then getting another appointment delayed, then spending everything down so far that I actually get overdrawn (sometimes network servers take a day off, you know?), and then finally discovering that after being bounced around, I'm back with the guy that I liked in the first place, who seems slightly non-plussed, and the reason why is, I accidentally sent one of my signature bomb emails to... uh, the guy above him, because the page is formatted such that JGoodman appeared closest to the name of the gentleman. So I giggled explosively, of course, and sent my life story so far to... uh, the totally wrong lawyer, in charge of a different area of law entirely, which I do not realize until many days later. When I recognize that this has happened quite inadvertently and innocently, I am relieved, because I would imagine that Civil Tort Law has something to do with actual 2-4 unnamed yet fiercely clever full doubloon shitheads trying to steal my goddam house... AGAIN. And I'm reasonably confident that if I were really were pulling all these shenanigans while merely pretending to be innocent, well, it's amazing how people will line up to get a chance at part-time pallbearing rally patrol. Those fuckers who hide money while claiming, "I need a free lawyer! Do this now! I am being oppressed!" Oh, God... I hate that, and I'm not even a lawyer, I just like to have lots of alcohol available.
See, when I write it all down like that, it seems completely insane, right? Nevertheless: every word is fundamentally true, and honestly, have you ever tried to email a lawyer from jail? Believe me, they want you to give up even thinking of doing it, which is a very compelling notion even if only ever done once. However, I haven't given up thinking of linking every single goddam *gab in my email .sig. I mean, all I got is time now, so I might as well spend it... studying thoughts.
Now, while this may seem a lengthy amount of intel for a terminally concluded thread such as this... I can't go home, Rubini can't go to his forum, but I could send The Dragonlord... because even though I instructed The Trustee to evict him, #1) That guy is busy and is quite chagrined that he didn't take my emails fully seriously any sooner; #2) He did live there and his stuff is still there in a trailer in the driveway, so even if there is an eviction notice (I wouldn't know), he can just blow past it, knock on the door if he feels like it (oh he had a key, I don't think I confiscated it because this bear can shit open locks while whittling keys from tree bark; and I don't give a single solitary shit how many times 911 numbers are programmed into the speed dial, if that were the scenario, jawbones would be broken. Call it a hunch. I was always referring to the magickal item fetish known as such--if you weren't so square, you never would have thought I meant punching someone myself, obviously I would never date a female pacifist--but at this time, if I actually summoned him and actually needed help, oh yeah, he'd be on it. He wouldn't care. He already ransacked the first house, let me haul it all down while casing the joint ahead of me, that would be the second house, and if I called and he picked up, it wouldn't be long before he'd be all making jokes about the motel I'm at, because of course after 7 weeks, he's probably a bit miffed I haven't already called him up and invited him to make himself at home. I mean, it's a motel room, of course there are two beds.
I haven't contacted him because I am honestly scared of what that would do to the situation. Already today I've experienced a disturbing amount of instant feedback, simply by casually sending a simple message to spark a conversation that finds me suddenly sharing fine, intricate details of the ongoing Narrative that I suddenly realize... "Wow, I wish someone would have asked me that before, but maybe I wouldn't have had the same context."
For example, when I mention that my last appearance in court mostly consisted of them telling me that they had decided to make me wait another two weeks, I mentioned, "Oh, well, my opinion is you ought to just get rid of the whole thing!!" they of course laughed and mocked and informed me that, oh no, no sir, you will continue to stay alone in that motel and NO CONTACT hopefully anyone until we tell you what is going to happen! Leave the courtroom!"
The judge was selling it. I am pretty sure when I decided out loud that I wasn't going to spend $9,000 on a lawyer that would certainly end up needing to go to trial--and those costs can add up for a variety of reasons an innocent man would likely not know anything about--I am pretty sure that I was not misinterpreted. I think I said something like, "I would rather find 3 homeless men and enhance their penes in exchange for their promise that if it ever became possible to do a four-way with a Court Clerk half an hour before her shift starts, it would be more worth it to me than to just pay one dick who's just going to stand there and flirt with her while my garage slowly rusts. Fuck these people. This is all a slow, tedious, relentless drain on the dough I was going to buy her lingerie with right after she started answering some straight questions for the first goddam time in about a year and a half."
I am not kidding. The money this panic attack + epic timing shitshow has burned through more cash than I had been planning to drop on a goddam hottub outdoors. Couldn't just tell me what the fuck was going on and patiently work together, oh no, I wasn't there when I was expected to be--yeah, I know what that's like--and as I recall, when I got a text asking me where I was, I responded with "call & ask", to which I got, "fuck you."
As it would appear to me now that one person was meant to be whisked away to the windowless dressing room adjacent to the Hall of Justice with a rear entrance to the speedboat dock--seriously, the law administration building? Right on the river. It's that kind of town, I fucking love it--and then another person was meant to be left alone, at "home," Christmas Eve, cleaning up a Garfield nightmare that must have taken someone else easily an entire day... and probably be in the midst of when all of a sudden, surprise!
"Oh hi, are you alone in the home? Hey, is that your furnace grate? Oh, it's The Trusts grate, haha, yeah, well, hey, look at this *click* okay how do you explain this bag with your fingerprints that we have photographic evidence of you demonstrating control over? No, that's not the same picture with an edited timestamp, see, the alligator on the shirt is a different color. *sniff* what's that smell? Are you high, boy? Why else would you be cleaning all day? Okay, fuck this, I'm shutting this down, you're going to the hole."
I am reasonably confident that was considered to be the optimum gameplan for the day, seven weeks ago, when instead of doing the expected, the mundane, the usual when I am not around--what even happens there? I AM NEVER INFORMED OF ANYTHING--I was brought to an awareness of a man who has had enough of pretending a knife-wielding cheerleader with the bends is an actual threat to be dignified with any amount of fear... because it's hard to pretend. Because it's amazing how reflexes work sometimes. So previously, I would just express calm surprise while constantly having a plan ready to halt any inadvertent damage to shoes, pillows, palms of the hands, you know, one time I dropped a knife, and it was a serious blade, and it was more like thrown, and I legit almost drove the blade right into Jewel's belly. It stuck in the mattress about an inch away. She gave zero shits. She knew knives, and she knew they worked mostly on legs. She just thought I was showing off, if she realized I almost accidentally killed her because I am a dumbass, well, fair warning.
Yeah, so, anyway, I didn't do anything unacceptable, I thought, other than, you know, not be a complete idiot like some people have been, but mysteriously, being anointed gives a little bit of an edge when it comes to seeing the danger coming. So I left like I thought I should, I went where I thought I should, because I agreed to, and then I took the long way home, and then I took a nap in front of my old house, and then I couldn't charge my phones they were all dead and I was ready for a nap and a happy talk and then IMMEDIATELY
Still not sure why. Getting a few glimmers. I'm guessing that someone found out something somehow through casual conversation that they weren't too impressed by, because I sure did, but I wasn't ready to fly the Jolly Roger to slit throats just yet, you dig? But someone sure was ready to ruin naptime with a full plane load of shattered glass and ricotta cheese.
And then, I buried the hatchet... after taking it, and that has made all the difference. Jesus! I hope I get to see the crime scene photos soon. It was INSANE. Like, she called the police, then barricaded the door right after making three utterly false statements in rapid succession--as if rehearsed--and then she goes to the other front door, that's marked "PLEASE USE OTHER ENTRANCE."
Now, as an aside, one of the mildly positive aspects of not giving a legal team a $9,000 check--paper, because obviously I would want to photocopy that for use a napkin pattern--is that after they tell you not to run your mouth off in public, if you do, they can't just up and quit on you without a refund. Because that's in the rules. Client too annoying? Evidence includes 82,317 commanding emails? Fuck that, hard pass. Their time is valuable. Yours is irrelevant--they have the money.
On the other hand, the downside is, they get real annoyed, because they then usually have to do more work, for no additional money. Take it or leave it. A public defender is usually there by obligation, all the lawyers chip in to donate hours of their time, because sometimes, sometimes something really interesting is worth the extra look. Just to learn what kind of crazy shitballs people stuff up themselves, you boof?
And you know what? Sometimes a complicated issue can uncover previously undetected fundages, that can often be deemed surrenderable if it turns out someone was, you know, like, complicit, premeditative, AN ACCOMPLICE BEFORE OR AFTER THE FACT, wait, is one who is automatically complicit, also an accomplice? Every time?
See, this isn't quite my area--so I will perhaps write a concise, terse, densely useful question on various legal definitions of the terms... and then, oh so casually, just drop a link to this post. "Azzgab"? What's that? And there, right there: that's The Hook.
Get a grip, man.
This whole life cycle is absurd, creating as much shit for yourself as you can, then making things worse every step of the way. If you like this kind of slow motion descent into HELL, you are well down the path. But you can still use a good editor.
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After allowing me to banish the weakest link (for them), I was then banished myself. Now it would seem--confirmation is a challenge--upon realizing that this has perhaps lead to some small, non-trivial amount of security loss--totes--it would appear through the observance of entangled Brownian particles, that the decision has been made to relocate from the place where I was, to a place I know nothing of...*click* Blah Blah Fucking Blah.
I'm Jacko, and I'm gay.🌈🤡
What exactly are you trying to convey here?
Is there an ill-informed concept of who you are amongst us (here) that we need to understand, that we can’t quite pin down?
Everything you talk about seems to be about you, be it directly or indirectly.
You know what they say about the loudest guy in the room, right?
Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.
The subject matter of your expression is quantifiably so much about you that nobody else could possibly be of importance.
Wait, I take that back. If someone gushes over you enough, you tend to allot them some reciprocation of (Hey, now you have my full attention!) attention.
Also, this is an essential form of my self-expression.🖕Mainly because I don’t give a fuck what you or anyone else thinks about me unless I’m acting like a douche.
Of course, one would only come to realize how intolerable they could be if they themselves had appreciation and interest in other people's insight and opinions.
You couldn't possibly be scanning this text at this point for any other reason than to gauge your next move.
🥱
BTW, I'm not speaking to you. I'm talking about you. 😉
#HappyFuckingDay
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Get a grip, man.
My hands are totes secure.
This whole life cycle is absurd, creating as much shit for yourself as you can, then making things worse every step of the way.
I had noticed that for myself already quite precisely not too many decades ago. As I saw myself carefully plodding my way forward in life, towards the inevitable moment of inflection in picking up and moving My.Whole.Three.D-Life from it's 4-plus-decade-ensconscement in the side of a gently sloping hill, tucked into the middle of the elbow between uphill and down Hell.
It was and is a goddam castle. If my dad hadn't let the cornerstone damage go after he slammed his vehicles into the back garage wall 3 or four times over the years, or if there hadn't been five or six earthquakes from time to time... I would have never left the place. I could have rented out the place to a rotating caravan wheel of every vagabond square up and down the coast, living in the tree branches that arched over the highway beneath, dangling from a hammock like a badass urban orangutang. That was Dragonlord's plan, and if he hadn't been such a careless, irresponsible, reprobate & gruesome junkie wretch... I might have allowed it. Maybe. COVID-19 was the last straw for sure.
Go fig: like 3 months after I make the final decision to fully abandon The Hood... the whole world shuts down and it was improbably complex to do anything. Tens and tens of weeks, sitting around, thumb twiddling, like, what do? Same thing we do every night, Brain. Head down, shoulders forward, how does one teach an elephant to tap dance?
One toe at a time. So I'm finally done, right? Here I am, new Castle, yeah? WELCOME HOME. *slam*
If you like this kind of slow motion descent into HELL,
Not exceptionally, but from my perspective, it's been a steadily positive, relentlessly upward trend for the last 10 years, non-stop. The various Turn Stiles Of Hell that I blow through with the bow wake of the Shields simply crumble and fall over, around, and are laid waste behind me, yeah, it looks bad from out there, yeah? Heh. Yeah, it's cute these days. SEEN WORSE. SEEN SO WORSE.
WEDNESDAY. What a fucking nightmare. Still, wrong turns inevitably teach right. Now--today--things look great from here! Ever onward--ever upwards.
you are well down the path. But you can still use a good editor.
Once the remaining half-dozen-odd Slanderettes are finished with their clearly necessitated courses of electroconvulsive therapy, everyone is all gonna be right as rain and this is all gonna be the best shaggy-wedding doggy-toast story ever. I'm giddy every goddam morning. I just can't believe it. A trial. AN ACTUAL TRIAL. For... Me.
Just you wait. You'll just see. The real Me... once they get a load, I swear, as G-d as my witness... I'm never gonna get another speeding ticket again.
Last time I got on the 5, I was coming off the on-ramp getting ready to take vanguard point on some rag-tag wolfpack, I'm hitting 90 going past the four or five in front doing about 80, the speed "limit" is 70... which is very reasonable, but I am not a commercial driver.
I cannot be limited. My discipline is self-augmented. Trust Me: I know how to drive. So I'm breaking 88 easy, about to hit the lead... I look to my left and I see as I pass Point Lead, because of early morning sunglare... I do not notice that I'm barrelling past Washington State Patrol, windows down, music BLASTING... just the radio, some decent throwaway tune, and I'll never remember what it was, as soon as I see myself about to accidently brace dominance on a Statie... I of course-respectfully-brake acceleration, so as not too pass. On the right. Did I mention? I come off the on-ramp and hit 88 as I pass the on-line as close as possible, every time... you know, just for fun. 321 GERONIMO! Oh, shit, I guess coming up fast on his starboard blindspot and then suddenly flat stopping right up next to him... I mean, it got his attention.
I imagine my gaping and wide-eyed surprise of expression and mischievous glee was somewhat less heart-stopping for me than was his own. Like, I just realized thinking about this event... I mean, I would never, but if I had wanted to just, you know, take him out on the way by, there was only two windows between us. Any decent sawed-off could have taken him right the fuck OUT, and while murder never does sound fun to me, what young adult has not ever imagined pulling out the finger pistols and silently mouthing, *bang-bang*?
So, I mean, yeah: I'll just start pulling over now. I'm giggling and figuring out how I'm going to correctly apologize without seeming too mirthful about it... I mean, I actually wasn't breaking any laws, but essentially it was my responsibilty not to scare the shit out of the legitimately present Lead Authority, and had I known it was one of them Thuggy Wolfy Piggy Packs... I never would have passed him. I would have been happy to follow along. Caboose is best pole position for my money anyway. The anticipation builds as one gazes ahead, ready for any excuse to floor it and blow past everyone if a tunnel to 111 opens up.
My speedometer goes to 125. I still haven't pegged it--oh, but I wanna, I so wanna. I love my car. I got a beastly black pickup truck--of course--and I thought I was gonna sell-down the Shipstar, but do not tell me that I would not always regret it, V6 with a manual transmission is basically an unbeatable combo when it comes to pure piloting pleasure.
I'll just say this: the car looks like shit. It is not named Christine. The windshield is cracked more than Walt's Aztec, like no shit, the upper right quad is like Charlotte left a Post-It note and the main break is at the bottom center, and just so happens to look exactly like a fork of lightning in reverse, and a new windshield is cheap enough, I can afford it--T--but, no need as yet, as I know the law.
It's legal. I've been driving this thing around ever since (PROT) lied to a Clergical receptionist while riding shotgun one day, we just so happened to be passing under an overpass on another highway, another day months ago, she answers the phone and goes, "Oh, Hi! I remember, I meant to call you back earlier!"
I mean, yeah, I know her pretty well. She is obviously not enthusiastic, and is being largely polite, and as I overhear the response from the caller to her little white fib, I figure it might be a little less little and/or white than an eavesdropper--is it still eavesdropping when I'm driving? Debatable--because right as she moves into the part of the convo that goes, "let me call you later!"
SUDDDEN WHAM CRACK! A rock. Or something. Enough inertia to put a reverse wishbone from left to right, and I know already, the impact point is close enough to the edge that it's not gonna be an easy fix, not a chance: Safelite repair? No, (PROT)fruit fix.
So, long story short, I give the best apology of my life, my last words are, "Thank you officer; I do believe I deserve this ticket! Bye!" He's come up from behind on my right, he's looking at me in through the passenger window rolled down, I'm all about the eye-contact with cops, lemme tell ya... so he never gets up far enough past the A-pillar that my busted ass Kirilian-cracked windshield even comes up in the conversation. The Staties waves me good-bye and I'm back up to 88 and seeing him trudge back to his PAT-ROLL-S.U.V. Land Whale, and his fuckin' door probably weighs more than my whole car, but probably not my dick.
I toss the ticket over on the seat and see at a glance: $137. Jesus, is there anything I am guilty of? Fuck no. Sure, I'll give them extra too, $150? I pretty much flush that every time I crack back a piss. Totally worth it for the rush of wondering if that Trooper is gonna just go back to a sedate 80--yeah, the cop I did -not- speed past to pass was -also- speeding, so FUCK YOU JUDGE, I legit will say that if he decides my story isn't good enough; "Here you go, I brought you a hundred and fifty $2 bills, buy yourself a new gavel--*click*"
We can get away with this now. Just throw a wad of bills into the air, hold gaze on the camera for beat as they rain down around my head and shoulders in the background, then just click Leave Zoom. Here you go, Toll-Taker. Do you take Paypal? 'Course yo do, Servant.
I swear to God, if there is a single Judge in any jurisdiction anywhere on the surface of the planet by now that doesn't know me by sight as well as--aboviously--by name, lemme have a blind date with any one of his daughters. His choice. His ruling. He'll remember me the next morning, that's for sure.
An Ajudicator Emertius outranks them all--even off-duty. I even have robes. Like, for real. I am LEGIT. And I am clearly, unfailingly polite. I wouldn't have made it past age 30 if I really were -this big- of an asshole, come on. Don't buy the hype, Kids. Hunter Thompson here, Fred Thompson out there. Both of them got my pants as hand-me-downs-flex.
And I get my mail in Vader from an Angel. My hand to G-d; every word of this story is as true as Life. So anyway, I guess I made R-Level. I'll tell you what, I want a bookcase that slides aside, I want firepoles leading down, I want a waterbed, I want a fireplace, I want a yacht... and I'm gonna burn that fuckin' yacht in that fuckin' fireplace while reading every drop of water in that ocean sea floor bed.
David had nothing to do with Me. Seriously, I literally only just met him on that first phone call. "Hi, uh... who are you? You seem like..." Seriously. I was here the whole time. Just me. .o7. Remember Fourth of July? God, I barely do, but that was one of the best blow-outs of all fuckin' time, and it did take awhile, but I do in fact miss The Pud. (Say "uncle." Say it one goddam time and I give the whole fucking cornucoppia to the A.S.P.C.A. TONIGHT.) I know it seems too fantastic to be at all believed.
Yeah, well--deal with it. That's Art for ya. Now, if you'll excuse me, I won't proof this; I gotta go take a ride with some mail. I don't click "post."
I CLICK SUBMIT--*click*
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He's still BLOCKED. I'm not risking him blowing up my phone while I concentrate my attention on One (1) /\/\s. \/\/ade.
He can apologize any time. We're men. MEN. I'm not gonna lie: some of you out there may not even have met a real live one before.
Heather is getting better by the minute. I wish Sourceror powers could make microwave popcorn palatable.
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FROM THE DESK OF THE COMMANDER
Until you act like a man versus a jelly little boy,
We refuse to grant you further access.
You are not fair, honest, kind or cool.
You're a little bitch.
Someday your 4 ft 10 inch pussyass will
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We refuse to grant you further access.
You are not fair, honest, kind or cool.
You're a little bitch.
Someday your 4 ft 10 inch pussyass will
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So butt hurt after all these years.
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He's still BLOCKED.
Small Dickstar syndrome. The only thing that must be more of a pain in the ass than circling all these wagons every time Hector has to piss, is, having to watch Hector piss. Nevertheless the job has got to be done; you might not think it likely, but if you take your eye off him for even a split-second, he's going to run right off with it.
I'll have an announcement to make later. I'll do it on my own Network, obviously some tasks are best left to someone who still has a sense of prisoner courtesy, business professionalism, and biowarfare ethics.
He can apologize any time. We're men. MEN. I'm not gonna lie: some of you out there may not even have met a real live [...] H.E.A.T.E.R. B-4
I understand from Elden Evans that the train in Spain falls magically into the plane now that the flux capacitor has been stolen. I mean, installed. Mutilated. Whatever.
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Liches who steal nanotek get sticky crême fraiche.”
Nope, that's not it either. You going to try this one all day bunyip? Look, look, read, read... it is knot my fault—you blew your chance to make the authorization code happen. That's how things like this get started:
BUST A DEAL: FACE THE WHEEL.
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What exactly are you trying to convey here?
The exact and precise amount of backdoor tantrum & T.N.T. data on yellowfish tuna ARISE, AND BE HEALED spawn migration PATTERN DELTA FOXTROT... kiss my goddam grits HORSE DUMP WHEY.
One_Name commands all attention. Hi, I'm Jackstar. No, that's not me commanding youGR attention, that's me commanding myself to stop commanding my own attention inadequately and then *click*-BUZZ
1) No drone flying from motel.
2) No drone flying from cross-river-flat.
3) No drone--don't know nothing about that.
4) No crave, no rave: NO FOUL. Hey, remember when you were young enough to consider "do I have enough room in the budget" and "is there enough to make it all the way on the allowance?" Seriously, Old Timer: when you read my pearls of life wisdom, when your cognition fully flash melts to a third less high marker... of course it sounds like gibberish and nonsense.
Here, is The Why.
How the letters are bricked up
on the page to be broken up
are exceptionally elementary.
Yes, please clap indeed. I think he's here. Twinkle fingers? Twingling. Srsly, I wouldn't know him wrong from Adam 50-Ly Deep-TAY Beautyrang; and I have to come find, the more silly the little titles get, rhyming lining up and across in Steps Across America's Army EMER: NANOTAKEN.
It does seem pretentious, as is surely a lot more by design
*snip*
Fuck that guy. I mean, yeah, sure, hi, guy, gal, vag, dicks GET OUT. Where you been? Obviously, they flew from the site of you: The Biggest Clitoris In Minnesota. No, that's not your grave, look 'bout 54 downleft. And you know what was funny? Someone says "needles"...
Oh? You died? You think. Oh. Hrrm. Well, here, try this sippy cup, if it keeps slipping through your hands, Baby Doll Angel WTFWYT, wow, really, I didn't know you could die from trying to "smoke math" that way. Oh, you didn't know? Well, that's not too surprising, you basically full-on br0... *wheeze*
Hi hi, I was gonna put a *snip* or something, I'm experimenting.
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Huggles
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1) No drone flying from motel.
2) No drone flying from cross-river-flat.
3) No drone--don't know nothing about that.
4) No crave, no rave: NO FOUL. Hey, remember when you were young enough to consider "do I have enough room in the budget" and "is there enough to make it all the way on the allowance?" Seriously, Old Timer: when you read my pearls of life wisdom, when your cognition fully flash melts to a third less high marker... of course it sounds like gibberish and nonsense.
Here, is The Why.
How the letters are bricked up
on the page to be broken up
are exceptionally elementary.
Yes, please clap indeed. I think he's here.
Thankfully, this is all going to come out in the wash. I thought it would, ordinarily, be best to let sleeping dogs lie, however, circumstances present themselves, and here- we- go.
Except I don't wanna leave the state, and I don't wanna bounce a comsat, and I don't wanna go to the hole, so.... options, people. Options. I'll be back later.
I'm spent. Some of you know what that means. Others don't even remember how to eat Amber or what she even looked like. Yeesh.
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Let me explain: You're fucked, Cowboy.
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Let me explain: You're fucked, Cowboy.
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Tomacco!
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Tomacco!
I can't use your name yet, cuz she hasn't called me, and I don't know why, because she maybe doesn't know it or hasn't heard that I've called about 8 million times or wrote about 10 million emails I guess she hasn't gotten those I wonder if somebody's intercepted them and if they have and I can prove that to court a law I'm not going to do Jack or shit about it because that stuff is personal.
Like someone's vaccine status. Like someone's blood test status. Like someone's fucked off dick status. God, that was annoying. “You forced me to get hard!” “go to the police alone and report things,” "find me an extension cord," "how long will it take you to pack up and leave if we leave now?"
I'm actually still there. You want to know why? She is too. I don't know how long the singular is going to go on, but I've called a bunch of people over and over not at all, I've been calling new ones every day which is a different paradigm, and it's been quite a few days, it's an amazing how many people just can't seem to get my messages!
Does anybody know a good definition of attorney? He's right now I'm thinking about the slanderrtte’s threats and I'm thinking about going solicitor.
“you have to go to therapy alone, they don't take couples” I called Beulah by the way, sounds like a totally different person, and if I could bet so right, how many wrongs can I leverage against your cock?
No, cook. Your cook. Well, nevermind. I'm just triggered, I'm just teasing, that's what happens when I get triggered I just incessantly tease people with terrible jokes that nobody else understands, which is way better than throwing sticks out of her fucking punch him in the goddamn face or perjury oneself, or bringing an unauthorized electronic surveillance device into a Kylie classified military base and not asking command for permission first, oh what kind of things are treason?
Not giving my number out. That's for starters. Because seriously one before the other. Try me. I don't need the parents to be alive, they can die off, she can wait 20-30 years, we could go wrong, I can chop my own dick off, what are you going to do then?
FREEDOM IS NO SMALL THING, EXECUTIVE PRODUCING PRODUCER’S SLAVE
NO, DON'T KEEP MY DRY CLEANING 100, ALTHOUGH I DO THANK YOU FOR ASKING. SHIT WAIT WHO AM I TALKING TO, ABORT ABORT ABORT RETREAT
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John B. Wells on live, freaking out. Seems relentlessly common these days. I think we got another secret Wuhan happening.
It was 20 million in November of 2019. You didn't hear that but it was 20 million with a flick of the switch, and these fuckers thought they were immune and they're not.
So I guess they won't have time to watch the super bowl tomorrow, but they'll certainly get back to work on running the planet. Now which one wasn't an athlete again, Cassius Clay or Muhammad Ali?
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From a distance that looks like such a punchable time clock. Heather reminds me of an old joke, do you know why they don't pay lawyers by the hour, because they pay them by there.
I know that doesn't seem very funny to you but believe me when you get an anal probe tomorrow morning at 4:05 a.m. you'll make a lot more sense to yourself by then. Also, gentle reminder: every single one of you made jokes about Christmas in the last fucking year on this fucking forum you're all getting rounded up and fucking hauled to the goddamn barrister. They're going to have questions, I'm not going to get it, and I think you could probably use a garage ring by now. RODGER.
SERIOUSLY SOMEBODY WANTS TO KNOW WHY.
LET ME BREAK THIS DOWN FOR YOU: I WOULD PREFER TO BE DOING SOMETHING IN SOMEBODY ELSE, SO IF I HAVE TO KEEP DOING THIS I'LL EVENTUALLY GET TIRED AND WANDER OFF AND THEN THEY'LL REPLACE ME WITH SOMEBODY YOU'RE REALLY NOT GOING TO LIKE.
LIKE THAT BITCH WHO DIDN'T EAT MEAT, BUTCHERED HER HAIR, THREW A TANTRUM OVER MY CAT WHEN SHE WAS ALIVE, AND THEN THREW A TANTRUM OVER HER OWN CAT WHEN SHE SAID THAT I WAKE UP WITH THE DOG.
SERIOUSLY HOW DID I KILL THE DOG? I DON'T THINK I KILLED THE CAT EITHER. And if it's one's responsibilities you just get blamed for a murders by wandering through town at the same time, then I guess we could probably do that a whole bunch of places and make things a lot simpler for everybody, including gypsies.
By the way, that was a really insulting display. There is no worst way to treat a Roma than to be unappreciative of the work they have done, well I don't like what nigger Lord did to dragon lord, I'm sure she didn't ask him to leave and fucking drink my shit without me now did I? I hope they give each other piles, and I've never enjoyed the house ever, ever since that event, and then when she let in the nanotech virus I was pretty much okay with being gone.
How many days has it been anyway? Maybe somebody should help. I heard my neighbor's dead; do you think it's a bioweapon? Because it's not it's actually a Time bubble that's out of control because you fuck heads ran out of (blank) and patience.
I'll most likely resurrect him in the morning but I don't mind telling you I don't like that guy's attitude anymore. He seems pretty snooty. And you know why? Because he's actually jealous cuz if he know that he could have done what I did, you would have done that but nobody told him, that nobody told me either.
(This is going to be a common thread that's going to be hammered home in weeks to come. The people of one and I'm being oppressed the Grapefruit's family, they're a little nauseous from the bio weapon attack, but I'm sure that that doesn't change the fact that they're literal ounces are they deserve to go on trial and hang.
And I'm not going to lie this intentional copy and releases is pretty fun. Especially since I remember her calling me and threatening me with multiple violations of some kind of violation of an order that was going to be tens of thousands of dollars of damage is multiplied. Like she called me on the phone and issued threats to me over the phone, and I guess she didn't realize that that shit's actual actionable.
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The word of the day is omphaloskepsis, meaning contemplation of one's navel as an aid to meditation.
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I love the notion that not only does he have to find a lawyer on a Saturday night to deal with this, but he's going to have more difficulty finding one who's not too awake rather than one who's asleep that he needs to wake up.
See I can risk this because I don't have shit or Jack in my entire family has been murdered and kidnapped again and I don't really care whatever some money fine sue me I'll pay you whatever you want! Conversely he actually has an empire of the ass to defend and a moment's worth of anger can reduce the stock price of a portfolio no I'm not really cuz anger isn't that big deal, fingers really a statement of negation.
LASHAWN HEROD, ON THE OTHER HAND
(my favorite Herod)
MAY WELL BE THE CHOICE OF THE NEXT PRESIDENT. THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS IMPORTANT IS THAT I MEAN NO MALICE, BUT I'M NOT VERY SKILLED SO I MIGHT KNOW MISTAKE THAT SOMEBODY NEEDS TO FIX AND THEN IF IT DOESN'T GET FIXED AT THE RIGHT TIME THAT MIGHT BE A PROBLEM FOR SOMEBODY AND THEN THE PROBLEM IT'S GOING TO BE A SOMEBODY FOR IS NOT ME IT'S SOMEBODY ELSE'S PROBLEM.
TOO BAD NONE OF THE THREE OF US IS A LAWYER. But it's pretty convenient for me that I don't need to check with anybody before I do whatever I want, but somebody else is hooked up with a lawyer already, they have to do things before they can do things themselves, cuz that's what it means to have a lawyer representation.
You fucking lazy, self-indulgent, righteously incompetent and contemptible cockmonger. By the way, thanks for getting that ring out of that car.
And that ring of that bag and that necklace out of that oh wait... Let's start over. SOMEBODY STOLE FROM ME, AND THEN THEY COMMITTED PERJURY.
Sometime before that they decided to steal other things too, and then got all pissy when they lost something. Fancy that. Now, where were we, Mr. RUBINI? Oh, right, C&D.
WHEN YOUR BODY AND YOUR ASHES AND YOUR CLOTHES GET BACK FROM OUTER SPACE, WE'LL TALK. IN THE MEANTIME YOU WILL FACE THE WHEEL, BUT THERE'S NO REAL REASON TO LEAVE YOU DEAD WHILE WE'RE WAITING FOR THAT TO SET UP.
Give me my imagining things, maybe they didn't leave the galactic Central sun in order to get away, and then get instantly teleported back didn't happen
I won't fuck a note to somebody calls me. Also I'm pretty much on proofreading strike which really enhances the experience for me I'll tell you. Can you remember THE STRIKE? REMEMBER HOW THAT WE NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT BUT YOU MUST HAVE DON'T KNOW I WAS UPSET ABOUT?
I'll be honest, man, there might be something here cuz I barely understand this myself but it still is going through pretty fast. Not to be clear I don't object to being prevented for going home, but I drew object to people not talking to me, especially with no explain why they're not. Something's going to need to be done.
So go ahead and establish dominance, and we'll continue. p.s.: I'm giving your job to Decon. What you have now is a position. It's not a job. It's not even an adventure.
It's the Fu you rot. Also, I put up a ten dollar bounty anybody can tell me what that was. Believe me I'll be mad, but only a few of you will know the truth.
Speaking of the truth, whatever is really going on in Ukraine and Russia what is legitimately fascinating when a person knows what it is. When a person doesn't, it seems odd to hear a person wondering about it whether or not Joe biden's going to do anything in ukraine, considering he's a fucking criminal and should be in God damn jail for 3 Days on any holiday.
NO CONTACT
NO CONTACT
HEY JACK HANDEY
YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP
(19 more days of this. Just imagine it. Everyday is Christmas.)
p. s.: I lost my virginity at age 15 and it was consensual, but by law it was rape. Naturally I have received no sympathy from this from other victims, because there are no other victims like me, I'm the last one left alive.
Or, under restraining order. The sugar complicated quickly didn't it? Okay Honey, I'm deeply apologize from the bottom of my heart for not seeing that coming but maybe I'll do better next time you decide to violate my civil rights and run rough shot of the Constitution and then put your head to your legs and pucker your ass bye cuz this isn't getting a little better in 10 minutes.
It's already better now. I just found out that there's bio weapon Labs run by the United States inn Ukraine! Be seen your Spooks on the radio or losing their minds falling over themselves to be the first to announce highly classified information before the other!
“they need to come out with proof because they cannot do that. ” Hold my S.M.E.R.S.H.
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The word of the day is omphaloskepsis, meaning contemplation of one's navel as an aid to meditation.
The star tactic of the day is a passive aggressive incapacity to do any kind of proofreading whatsoever in order to softly convey the kind of monumental contempt that has been displayed around these parts lately.
Speaking in monumental content, you know what I do to them cleaning lady around here, right? Not only do I completely fail to ignore in any fashion at all let alone a polite one, but I totally obviously know that she's wearing a group suit, and then not only do I humiliated by not asking around but I keep a professional and then I say... “I like you, ” and then...
I don't actually let her clean. “Go! Go!” I tear the pocket for my shirt too but I don't think that's appropriate I can't get any more shirts and I don't feel like going to the Piggly wiggly and get another one, I'll get a whole fucking closet full of shirts. Goddam.
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He sent another C&D. Another. I know I feel directed. Commanded. Inspired. How many is this now? I totes forget. Ever since July 2021 this psyop sucka MC squad has been doing garbage nonsense in my area, and while I am usually unaffected by such hijinx, something was different this time, and what was it?
"I have been sent back from the future to protect you." Jesus. Everyone gets a girlfriend but me. Eh, whatevs. Look, let's focus up here: I KNOW WHERE ALL THE BODIES ARE BURIED.
Or at least, I did. Now, I was forced to be uprooted from my ancestral homeland, at a time not directly of my choosing, and then, when I least expected it, that was done to me -again.- Although... I guess the planner didn't really plan that, huh? Okay, well, plan this: explain to me how having Wednesday Madams in my house rent-free not doing shit that was previously, openly discussed, to my benefit?
Because that is how it works. What the fuck is with these people out on the peninsula who think they know how shit works? They did! That was a while ago. Recently, Earth has moved into a greater sphere of energetic photon radiation, and along with that has come an upgraded encyclopedia of what shit works, and what shit doesn't.
Something that doesn't work anymore is Amway. Something that works exceptionally better than it used to is my (blank). See how that works? Oh, well, no--I'm intentionally being both vague -and- lovable--and I am doing so in order to make a point. Are you listening?
Good. Expel your interior screaming into the outside world then, because the reality is that this is exactly where we have to go, because, this is exactly where I have to go for you. Not the other way around. That gal? Patiently waiting? Yeah, right. I chose her for the gig because I knew the rapegang needed a target they could believe in. And I never believed that either she would forget to call before deciding to get sexy, and I -definitely- knew that DVR had a half-rapey evil twin, and so a baithorse was required.
Look, a lot of you people have no clue about this world. #1, I am a rape "victim," except no, I chose to have sex at 15 and not 16. And do you know why? Political protest against consent laws. True story. Also this girl I was sweet on at the time, and still am, did not reveal to me that she had a "rape fetish," but instead, opened my eyes ever-so-briefly to a different world than I thought existed.
#2, I'm neither a paedophile nor an ephebophile, but, hey, guess what? I'm convinced. Someone apparently thought that 19 is too young for a cougar? See, now that is really a statement of personal lack. What she was -really- objecting to was the -rest- of the story, and yeah, I bet it was a problem. I wonder why that story never came up? Oh and it did, with someone else? And wait, where did it originate? Let's check the tape.
And there, right there, we have a problem. I am not going to do internet research about a fucked-off honeypot family. That's not how these things are done. And besides, this is my thing. Where did this exterior energy come from? Well, it doesn't matter, let me think about one of my new girlfriends for a moment. Wow, nice. Well done.
You getting the picture here? We've won. And by "we" I mean "Team (CLASSIFIED)." Look, it's not important. What IS important is that my life stays on its proper track, and some of yours does as well. And some of you? Actual incineration. We've got ovens. We can make it happen.
Heaven won't bar the way. It'll get out and push. At this point? Like seriously, how can she deny it? She. Just. Keeps. Getting. Trafficked. What is that? Wow! What happens? Well, I don't know, but I did find out.
And the answer is Jackstar's Army of Libertine Carpenter Aunty-Matters, a title so juicy I ain't gonna have to proof it forever. And here's why: THEIR CENTER CAN NO LONGER HOLD.
Awww. "What's that like?" I can hear you asking. Well, it's like this, he had his shot, now he's done, she was with me first, he claimed otherwise, I gave him his shots, and the result? Well, it didn't work. For whatever reason. You dig?
I mean, don't ask me for advice. What more ought to have I done? I gave you Grapefruit tips, tricks, strategy guides. I helped you make sure she is never gonna wanna suck cock ever again. (Perfect.) I gave you chance after chance to admit that you know various pieces of information, and to acknowledge them openly. And, you didn't. And, whatever you did, didn't work.
See? You broke the girl. She's sad. She's not happy She was happy when with me or was at least far better at pretending. When with you--after you drugfucked her off, humiliated her on-screen, shattered her chances to maintain rational and plausible decorum with me--hey, where did those boots go? What? No way, you didn't throw them away. You loved those boots. I loved those boots. Yeah, I bet you're surprised. Of course I love them, I know exactly where you got them. Sure, I'll tell you, why don't you ask me? How can you not know what to ask? Oh, that's interesting, look, she's kinda still twitching. She fell apart--she fell apart. And you didn't address that at all, now did you? Oh Hell no. A turboslut with no sense of composure or control? Well, you value that. But what did you do? Oh, right, lots of private stuff in places in the midst for some, some people like to talk in the back. Now, look there. I wrote all that about that in the guise of making a girl happier. Do you think it works?
So do we. Thanks for the demonstration. Now to move on, this important, you might wanna take a look at your own advice. Now, you don't have to, but, attend me, Executive Husband: you've made Jackstar quite happy, and while she didn't get laid, she did, in fact, have her needs addressed. More than anyone has in a quite long while, in fact, and I hope to see her do more with it, yeah! Maybe she can report TWO crimes!
Meanwhile, what legitimate growth has occurred for you and her? Well, she sure is a lot more adept at finding things to do in the world that don't involve me, that's for sure. She's great at using an iPhone, maybe. Hrmrm. You know what? I'll have to ask, once the thought-limiters are removed, because now you've made me do it, I'll have to make her smart again.
One would have thought you were to have been down with that. Did you speak with the child? Because he expressed a need. She ignored it, because she had to, and in her condition, she didn't have energy to spare--which you then drew upon more. Nice. And why? Oh, to get her "away" from Jackstar. Because Jackstar bad.
And in the meantime... how many agents? Seriously. No wonder you two burnt out. I saw that coming. And when I saw you both had no plan, I did not provide one either. How did you like that? Oh, that's too bad.
Guess how much I liked driving around the goddam island with a ghost cat and an itinerary of lies. Go on. Go on, guess.
Yeesh. What are you thinking, dude? Oh, that's right, neither of you were, autonomic reflexes were taking over cognitive thought processes. Great. Who let that happen? Oh, she did, did she? When did she get that clearance? Oh really? Let's check the Hall of Records then? Ah, yes, didn't think so.
Oh, by all means, please continue. This is fascinating shit. And this is who the courts left her with? When was that determined? What do you mean, I'm a suspect? No, I'm an innocent victim of your obviously inept attempt to steal my house by killing me and not reporting me dead. How do you have so much free time? Don't you have a thing to do? Oh, well, that's nice. Now, I have an idea: LET MY PEOPLE GO, and I'll take another girlfriend on.
That is, in fact, up to 7. How you like me now?
Probably a bit less than when you could just block me and get away with it. But you will like me more later, and ultimately I don't care. Eyes on the prize.
It's not her or any singular creature. It's that -you end your machinative exploits. And they will end. One way... or another. Wew!
Who am I talking to? Wow! I'm so high. Who am I? I hope I'm not that young witch that thought she could cheat her way through life, she was disappointed when sad, "what? omg? you mean I have to -stop-???" Uhm, well, I had to start, so I guess so. What are you talking about?
Shame. Silence. Too much to think about. Day in, day out, and I was closer to the answer before, David. Note the pattens: EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH QUICKLY DECAYS. Huh. I wonder why? Hey, what was "FU FU FU ROT FU" all about, anyway? Because it keeps coming up.
hi T. I know, you do, it's nuts. chumps, meet T. Probably not a tulpa right now. Yeah, Yeah Yeah, I know it sounds retarded, but I don't think the other beings are, or even they, I think it's a rough patch of night.
I don't know any other casual way to explain that if you people keep breaking Grapefruit, I'm going to just replace her with an actor that actually likes to choke on dick. They're out there, you know. I mean, I've heard.
These days--thanks to The Great Rubini--I am starting to pick them out of a line-up. Now, listen, I know this is a lot to take in. That's why you're supposed to have a helpful partner in life. And that's why you both utilized your connection with me so very adequately. Out of sight so out of mind but you had the power so... well, who knows.
I don't really care. I've got a fruit problem. I'm getting back on track. I am moving on with my life. And... I'm switching back to the original protocol. So what was wrong with that... Baby? I'll take my answer off the air. Meanwhile, David is experiencing a cascade system failure. Because now his other friend is asking him for my number. Wow. That must suck. I warned him that would happen. Also, I'll take Jay's daughter too. Why not? Obliviously this needs to be sketched out.
David is horrified. He actually did this to himself. And now he knows how SHE felt to realize that she HAD been raped. I don't know how, of course, and I wouldn't want to point finger's hehe. "You're gonna get so fucking raped, get the fuck out and drive to Wal-Mart and buy me a secure phone. This isn't secure. TAKE IT AWAY! But get over her and fuck me first. What do you mean you aren't hard? Haven't you been watching me scream at you and listen to my instructions? You should be fully alert and on point???? MOTHERFUCKER! Okays , I"grabbing the washtub *SLAM*
Finally, a glimpse of a smile. You know how hard this work is, Mang. Sweety? Do you know what hard work is? Oh, right. Okay, she says, "if there's a risk you might not be able to get artificial maniqured nails all the time." That's actually a good answer. Except... look, there was a circumstance before, yeah?
And now, it's gone. David is dimmed out, busy with stuff he thought he'd never be subjected to. NEVER THOUGHT. She is, once again, I don't know, but I feel better about that, as if she herself is responsible for striking out a thousand points of life her self, and yet... well, hold on.
WHat is his happejning here? Am I rebootijng their lives? IN a sense, yes. Because all these imaginary future gals are willing to sacrifice their children for my children. I don't know if I'm willing to sacrifice you for them--you're valuable--but I would absolutely want children gardening. Because I didn't. I couldn't. My dad used tools to cut stuff and then yelled at me to pick it up.
Zzz.. snort! huh! hi, what is going on? David is gone? Oh, he turned himself ijnto a cabbage. That's cute. Sweety does a head of cabbage fit into your hot place? Because I have a dream. I have them both, from beginning to end, and it always lasts, and they are my adorable bonded fuckslaves. How does that sound to Downs? Obviously, put her in charge.
Someone go find Grapefruit and--don't contact her--and ask her to set the buttons so she won't kill-herself. I'm going to go take a piss. And, as God as my witness, I"m not going away to sneak a hit of anything. It would not be appropriate-. And if I had eaten dinner on Ash Wednesday, it would have been awkward and bad as well. Wat do?
The answer is the Kumquat-Paypaya-Frankfurter-Barbar-Cherry amalgamation scheme. Ill capitalize it later. But, basically, for the time being, imagine that ecery time I go to the loo, I'm gonna aim my penis when I start thinking, and that's cool.
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He sent another C&D. Another.
In the time that's past since I posted that I had looked and there was a C&D, he has since sent three more, three, (3) MORE LEGAL DOCUMENTS SENT TO KUCZI, and also HEADLINES, JUST NOW out of London: Queen Elizabeth, tested positive for COVID-19.
Please, also the clap.
[...] I'm gonna aim my penis when I start thinking, and that's cool.
I'm going to walk back this comment. I don't think it's on brand. I know I like being a man that David V. RUBINI yells threats at, though. And you know why?
Because I did a 5-hour podcast that included him, and then I sent it to him happily and hoped that he liked it and I asked him to please tell me what he thought of it, and then he hasn't said a fucking word about it since.
NOW, THAT IS POWER.
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NOW, THAT IS POWER.
I got bored and check them out, they're addressed to me and her of King county, but since she's not here and we're not there, there's probably a couple living in my old house right now pretending to be her and I doing some kind of stupid shit and he's telling me to stop paying attention to this because he thinks that I should just go away and not being an issue anymore cuz he thinks he has it all without me.
Yeah, about 20 to life I'd say. Look, look, so hostile. Don't care. Let's go fishing with her brother! Be a man do the right thing.
Also: a baptism
Good luck and fortune in all your travels.
p.s.: were you hired by my family or hers?
p.p.s.: did you activate the libido, or did it finally auto-kick? Because, the primary is online, but is clearly winding up.
p.p.p.s.: why are you bothering to disable the GPS entire, but... you haven't reminded her for cat pictures to be sent. You act as though the emergency no contact order is something I want, or what she wants, but the truth is neither of us wants it and you're just forcing on us, why don't you give her a phone and let her text her some pictures of the fucking cat to me, how do I have a cat still alive, I don't need to know where the cat is and I don't give a flying fuck where you are, but I wouldn't mind seeing the cat and there's no reason to keep her from talking to me unless you're keeping her isolated you monkey fuck.
You're transparent, as in either the case is your preventing yourself, or she's choosing to be a ridiculously fucked-off mess on certain key issues. Like there's no reason not to use the GPS unless you got a better one, and then it's not like it's just unplugged you could just delete it from the app you could do a lot of things but instead of doing anything while mentioning it you deliberately fucked it off by closing off the 14th you turned off the cat tracker without talking to me at all and then you called the day after meeting you had been here a whole bunch too so is there a particular reason you're trying to be acting like Mr swing tough or did you just think that that was the best idea possible cuz it actually just reveals your weakness and complete incompetence.
Asking for a friend. Semper Fi.
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Dear Bellgab.
Remember how he had 10 year protection order between them? So according to reports from the front, now that doesn't exist anymore, and now I've got an emergency no contact order. Pressure changer! Vice versa!
One may ask themselves how that came to be allowed to be, and I'll tell you straight up: it was my idea, because his idea was 10 years in prison plus rape. Nice try, Lothario. Me having no contact order guarantees that she has to get money from you.
You having lawyers means you have to be paying money. You having a Leo rising associate means everything money, and I don't think you can bring every possible person in the world who heard about what before to anything that happens now without bussing out in the laughter.
Coupling this with the interesting questions you don't answer, it tells me everything, I'm going to go take a nap, sure I'm totes single, and I think you went fishing already, l ok l
Also it would appear you still lack the awareness that I saw you send poetry, and you won't even keep yourself from isolating me from the cat. Lol. Okay, firm grip. Ladies love that.
You know what to do. I'm delighted to see you do some real work for a change. The fact that it's done with insults and C&D orders invalid, I mean okay
It's also pointless as I would rather have been gone already, but I can't move until I can go there. I guess I have no choice but to hype you'll allow me to return
Too funny. The truth is, you were only interest in using her superpowers for your own ends, and now that is domiciled, complicated, and diminishing, you're upset and lashing out.
We can't all get a flying car, David. Some of us are content to watch the whole world GROW UP *click*
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Also: a baptism
Ægis pulled at noon unless something important comes up. I doubt it. I can't afford to have any of this get on me when it explodes in your face, everyone knows what's happening here, this is better than paying for therapy, that's for sure.
I just got back from the telepathy meeting with her friends I'm in the inner circle, yeah we're going to see how this works out and then maybe she'll get to take your juggler. In any event I'm kind of far away so until the court order lists I'm just going to be, you know, masterminding.
You should be photocopying. I knew she was lying when she said she was at the recycling center, I knew she was married at the time, I knew she was terrified that I wouldn't love her anymore if I knew. I would be too, but I already knew that she was married when I met her, and then I never met you until she introduced me to you, so that's how that is.
And why it is you got to have the night to yourself is such a delightful question, I can't wait to hear the answer, and you guys made her look really stupid. So you also actually made her stupid. I assume this was part of the part and parcel of design to make me humiliated or tortured but actually I like her dumb and out of the way. I could use a break from that kind of catalog especially from that end of the family. I don't understand how they didn't know that I could have just been consulted and then left everything blessed, and I don't know how I ruined the birthday, I thought that was the best birthday ever, and I don't remember anything we did on my birthday that was any better, I never seen you happy birthday to you, and then I don't remember you doing anything... Looks like this when I saw the neighbor's wife coming to her husband that she thought that I was David, that was weeks ago it's already been in the lock. No one hasn't happened is you kicking down or doing anything useful and not being a criminal douchebag, which is actually okay that's my favorite kind of douchebag but it hasn't actually gotten you anywhere and it's insulated me from harm. I don't know if that's the look we want for Allison.
Because she's the one with the mental disability, and I'm the one with the wicked sense of humor and the complete lack of any chemical dependency. They're getting things that I say with statements about those topics don't really get you anywhere you just negate what I'm saying and then you continue to do what you've been doing and then you don't gain the benefit of my wisdom, I assure you there's some wisdom here at this moment.
I'll keep it myself. Not only is it the judges order that I don't, I don't give a shit where you are what you're doing or why you're not doing it openly. I think you're perhaps farrier to another location, I think you're selling her, I think she's terrified because she has to do something because she's fucked but she doesn't have any other option because...
I'm a Sourceror.
And it wasn't until you decided to send me five copies of a C&D that I decided to be more open than I had before. I will have it on blast for breakfast dinner lunch anytime I feel like it plenty of details everywhere in the world it's good for me and good for her and I don't know what it is for you!
Additionally I know it's traps I'm not going to go there and check the residents but I don't believe that she actually needs to be residing there or maybe she does but in any case whoever set up the order did so in consultation with somebody you wanted it that way and she could be anywhere and I still couldn't go to my home and the obvious thing to do is to help and you're not helping you're just being an idiot.
I'm going to go back to day drinking and slamming speed up my ass. Good talk! I don't think it's speed, I think it's extra strength Excedrin, and by the way I think I've only probably had an actual meth three times in my life... An actual any, because it turns out the world doesn't work the way we think it does.
How does it feel to know that I just walk over there and do whatever I wanted if I wanted to? Because I could and I'm not going cuz I'm just tired and bored it's not really worth it I'm not getting asked for anything and I want her family to understand what it's like without me.
It is very cold in Space, and even when we were having sex you still had a modicum of pleasure being around me, she just didn't know why we weren't having sex and was because you were on the phone asshole violating your order before you got to quash to your fucking manipulative lying douchebag asshole thanks for the money and I'm glad you're taking care of her now. I'm sure she'll chop your dick off if you go one more wrong move.
And I figured out why they want me to fly my drone over there, they don't want me to get a glimpse of you two arguing cuz I bet that happens, lol. Or anything really I mean I didn't know that you're going to be like that and then maybe you're gone and then truth is I don't give a shit it's the other guy's house and I've already gotten everything in the world I'd like today. I don't even mind if I'm innocent or guilty, I just want to get the court case over with I'm not out on bond.
And I'll tell you right away I won't hide it like some people. Now my advice to you is to start behaving better pronto because you're not a bad person but you have got yourself in a bad situation and you look worse and I'm sure you have the cognitive capacity to improve things don't forget who's in charge here: THE BENEFICIARY.
Well of course if I'm wrong and it's not a beneficiary situation you should get the fuck out of my house so I can come home and take a shower, like pick which is it which is which end is it oh wait there's three houses and you but move between them two do you know I was driving around and I saw you months ago when you weren't supposed to be here and did I turn you in no cuz I couldn't give a shit.
I don't have to turn you in, I just have to laugh at you, she's the one who cares about status. I care about keeping her alive and out of prison in the more better you can do that the happier I'll be. And if you were actually trying to build a life with her and be happy together I'll be one thing but since you're doing all these false moves and shit bag maneuvers and being a dick bag to me and I was just not real so I won't last you might as well get over it soon enough . Also I'll probably not need an old woman as a lover anymore, so maybe she can feel free as well. But when will we play mahjong?
See this is why the inner circle brought me into the group they see what I'm talking about yeah there's no plan there and they've got an eye on that and I'm sure it'll be fun for you all to figure out how to play house. Also a cat just walked behind my leg.
See I can tell that it was real anger in the email and not pretend anger to fool they are I was because you are angry about something, and wow what's that like? Does it feel like you were outplayed?
Hopefully you can share these feelings with your intimate partners, and come to the conclusion that there's something you can address for that, I don't actually know why you're even here let alone being snotty to me let alone even ask me questions let alone tell me things that I should have known before if it's a real and then denying me any kind of scrubberation... Oh yeah that's what I meant to do.
you know she's got cataracts right and all I got to do is not wear a kilt and change my appearance slightly and then she won't instantly call police? That would be great cuz I hate using themselves as tools for people who like to use the police as tools, I noticed that.
Hi Dan–O, aren't you glad about how the situation got handled? I didn't get any on me at all. Mean I was told that I should call the police and that I should go down there myself, and I should take her phone and I should report to the police what I know about her assault without her there she told me that I should do that, but if I loved her I would do that, but she didn't tell me anything else useful, so that was pretty cool.
Any more questions I think I wrapped this up. I hear questions from G in my head but I'm not going to answer those, it's because I'm, you know, accused of a crime, and even though she said she wanted some sort of intermediary, you haven't got one of those, you got what you wanted.
Most romantic thing I've ever heard of in my life. Especially the email you sent me that said I should stop thinking about her and talking about her, well that's always what a man does when he's proud of his woman he tells everybody to stop talking about her but I won't be doing that I'll do whatever I want same as I did before and your opinion is noted.
You've really had a rough couple years haven't you? Well at least you kept your integrity. Or we can do a swap right now wayfarer for hazel.
I'll let you take it over since you don't know what you're talking about, and I think you just strangled her again anyway. I mean I boot her off the forest and made her get jammed up in a few serious illegal cases and took away money so why wouldn't I do that? Do you ever? Well do you love her do you love me do you love the daughter???? Because we can't tell, he really just look like kind of a douchebag made of little asshole. But she knows right? And the reason for denying even the most basic of reports, that's something that's legitimate and necessary right?
The only reason why my struggle with her was out of line is because she screamed your name and came with a knife. So that either means she's giving me a message, or she's coming off of a very traumatic experience, and now you're sitting next to a girl or claiming you're talking to girl or talking openly about her saying you're suddenly your order is gone and then suddenly she's quiet and compliant and then I ask you for the copy of the paper that's gone and then you disappear?
Cool story bro. If that's the way she likes it I'd like to explain that to me when she comes out of the coma. Also Christmas picture should be available I mean it's not like I give a rat's ass what you doing on Christmas but I am curious what happened at the house at the location where I got pulled away from, and then since there's nothing to be told about that and nobody's saying anything and then nobody wants to share I can imagine exactly what happened: you bought it for a few minutes.
Then, you noticed something else. I understand yeah I saw that right after she came back. And I wanted to take care of that before she ever went in fact when we first met I was talking about that kind of thing and then she didn't want to do that because she heard that kind of thing would stop a person from ever getting high again which seems like a desperate thing,.
Any more questions cuz the obvious thing to do here is what you're not doing, and then you can't really do it can you? That's okay I can.
If you know about the quashing before then why did she scream your name and asked if I had been talking to you the first question right before the rest of the exercise? Cuz I hadn't been so you didn't tell me anything about it so she asked me cuz if I had heard I would have told her something about it so what that means is that you showed up on her birthday when I was gone, I guess that was a good fun time. Am I getting pretty close coach? Note that if there's a case I could care less because she's the one with the fucking phone and you're the one who called her and she's the one who claim that I gave you your number and then I said get a new phone and then also act like an adult so I didn't ruin anything.
It is strange you don't want to share that paper though I would be proud if I were you. I'll think about what that might mean later. Toodles!
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He sent another C&D. Another.
It's possible that he's caught in a time loop, or, that's just another encrypted message from Hostage Overwatch. Remember them? Grapey sure does. I do too, but I don't like calling them CRASHY.
And I don't like waiting on C&D. Don't like waitiing on much really, do I? But what I do like, is a wait that is worth our while.
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And it would appear that in King County they have operators filling in at my mother's previous house, and those people are directed & demanded to shut their fresh little mouths as well. That's not really very relevant, Mister, other than to say that what's wrong with the other Shaw messaging you? And I'm not in King County. So I think you just haven't thought it through.
TO: MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI AND ALLISON FRANCES SHAW OF KING COUNTY WASHINGTON STATE
FROM: DAVID RUBINI OF TEXAS
SUBJECT: CEASE AND DESIST
QUIT FUCKING HARASSING ME YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH.
IF I RECEIVE ONE MORE FUCKING EMAIL FROM ANY OF YOUR MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES I WILL HAVE THE KING COUNTY SHERIFF ARREST YOUR GUILTY CRIMINAL STALKING ASS!
NOW GO!
GO FUCK YOURSELF!
GROW UP!
GET LOST HOMO!
SINCERELY,
YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE BITCH!
Nothing tells a woman that you cherish her more than sending her actual current lover (she broke up with me when? yeah whatever, lol, she never told me who she was stepping with before, so, the fact that you showed up under cover of darkness with the order squashed who knows when tells me that you could have just drove up on her birthday while I was gone and attacked right then and there, there's no reason to think you would have to be romantic. Also, something sure bothered her so if she imagined that I planned it (i did not) and if I drove off and deliberately left her for over 24 hours on her birthday (I did. She wasn't being very nice) and that's when you showed up? Well, that would explain all the bitch lasagna on the floor, as well as why her plan was to escape via custody.
I beat her to that one. In any event nothing explains why she just doesn't sing me a good bye song on her podcast. You were training her how to do that, weren't you? Obviously you would prefer that I am as gone as possible, and that could have been done easy, especially if you had shown up openly.
Seriously inferiority complex is better than megalomania, right? I'd say somethign to her but I have no wish to risk The Hole, and I bet you really would get violent if you didn't like what she writes. You're known for that. She's obviously under DUUUIRS and it's not like she enjoys reminding herself that I did, in fact, warn her.
Her friends report severe remorse. Purportedly they were told that I had no money. Why this matters I have no idea. Just give me some.
And, I would have liked my nebulizer. I'm uncertain if it is clear to you what the aggregate of all this petty behavior is: tedious. I bet you thought that C&D and then block was cool move, huh? Yeah, nothing demonstrates commitment more strongly.
I told my friend to contact her, before the "emergency" so you might get yourself a two-fer. Does it even matter? I don't think you understand what is at stake here.
I am indifferent what happens to them all, I can't even tell (PROT) about it. :( It would be a sad phone call. Sad!!
I wonder if I can ask the judge about the squash. Well, I would have to be invovled, and I am not. There's nothing I can do alone, and I'm glad she finally told me about what was on the sheet of paper in the bank. Of course I already knew--no one gave a shit about the website, and I am sure it's fiendishly clever, and I wasn't worth telling it to yet. Also it's more conspiring.
Maybe you should get some absinthe to celebrate, lol, oh and also that's not even her. I don't even know what there is about who she was to miss, I don't need anyone to keep tabs on me and report me to prison when she's done getting her end, I think it's a matter of disappointment, as how can one imagine my lvoe was real, if I don't want to kill her for what she's done? Well it's because I knew what she was doing the whole time, I think that's cool enough, and I did not know that I was thought to ne that stupid at all.
Adorable. Anyway, best of a bad lot in life, to be sure, and at least you put Innerreach back in prison where he belongs. Top marks.
She deserves you.
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And it would appear that in King County they have operators filling in at my mother's previous house, and those people are directed & demanded to shut their fresh little mouths as well. That's not really very relevant, Mister, other than to say that what's wrong with the other Shaw messaging you? And I'm not in King County. So I think you just haven't thought it through.
TO: MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI AND ALLISON FRANCES SHAW OF KING COUNTY WASHINGTON STATE
FROM: DAVID RUBINI OF TEXAS
SUBJECT: CEASE AND DESIST
QUIT FUCKING HARASSING ME YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH.
IF I RECEIVE ONE MORE FUCKING EMAIL FROM ANY OF YOUR MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES I WILL HAVE THE KING COUNTY SHERIFF ARREST YOUR GUILTY CRIMINAL STALKING ASS!
NOW GO!
GO FUCK YOURSELF!
GROW UP!
GET LOST HOMO!
SINCERELY,
YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE BITCH!
Nothing tells a woman that you cherish her more than sending her actual current lover (she broke up with me when? yeah whatever, lol, she never told me who she was stepping with before, so, the fact that you showed up under cover of darkness with the order squashed who knows when tells me that you could have just drove up on her birthday while I was gone and attacked right then and there, there's no reason to think you would have to be romantic. Also, something sure bothered her so if she imagined that I planned it (i did not) and if I drove off and deliberately left her for over 24 hours on her birthday (I did. She wasn't being very nice) and that's when you showed up? Well, that would explain all the bitch lasagna on the floor, as well as why her plan was to escape via custody.
I beat her to that one. In any event nothing explains why she just doesn't sing me a good bye song on her podcast. You were training her how to do that, weren't you? Obviously you would prefer that I am as gone as possible, and that could have been done easy, especially if you had shown up openly.
Seriously inferiority complex is better than megalomania, right? I'd say somethign to her but I have no wish to risk The Hole, and I bet you really would get violent if you didn't like what she writes. You're known for that. She's obviously under DUUUIRS and it's not like she enjoys reminding herself that I did, in fact, warn her.
Her friends report severe remorse. Purportedly they were told that I had no money. Why this matters I have no idea. Just give me some.
And, I would have liked my nebulizer. I'm uncertain if it is clear to you what the aggregate of all this petty behavior is: tedious. I bet you thought that C&D and then block was cool move, huh? Yeah, nothing demonstrates commitment more strongly.
I told my friend to contact her, before the "emergency" so you might get yourself a two-fer. Does it even matter? I don't think you understand what is at stake here.
I am indifferent what happens to them all, I can't even tell (PROT) about it. :( It would be a sad phone call. Sad!!
I wonder if I can ask the judge about the squash. Well, I would have to be invovled, and I am not. There's nothing I can do alone, and I'm glad she finally told me about what was on the sheet of paper in the bank. Of course I already knew--no one gave a shit about the website, and I am sure it's fiendishly clever, and I wasn't worth telling it to yet. Also it's more conspiring.
Maybe you should get some absinthe to celebrate, lol, oh and also that's not even her. I don't even know what there is about who she was to miss, I don't need anyone to keep tabs on me and report me to prison when she's done getting her end, I think it's a matter of disappointment, as how can one imagine my lvoe was real, if I don't want to kill her for what she's done? Well it's because I knew what she was doing the whole time, I think that's cool enough, and I did not know that I was thought to ne that stupid at all.
Adorable. Anyway, best of a bad lot in life, to be sure, and at least you put Innerreach back in prison where he belongs. Top marks.
She deserves you.
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QUIT FUCKING HARASSING ME YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH.
I just called Dove House for data on how to proceed. Don't worry about it, Demander, I'm sure your master plan is safe and sound. Note that the exquisite irony in that I may be emailing you too much is totes magnifique.
This is a sensitive situation, and now that you are having outsized reactions on the Internet in regards to your "situation," I do not wish to make anything worse.
It would be a very simple matter to overcomplicate matters given that I received a very fine offer last night that I will undertake for a study. In the meantime, these things don't happen over night, and your alarmist attitude is probably something she's broadcasting. You're a mindslave! She owns you with her Banshee Blast!!
I would be happiest to let my awareness of attention here dwindle down to a winked-out spark so I never need to be reminded of our struggle. This is awkward since I would prefer to be heard and understood. I would also prefer that you deal with your own issues on your own time and not in my quasi-wife's car. Further, the lack of clarity on the issue of how to proceed with housing, both my items and countryside huts, is a daunting matter to bring up. Here, let's see:
What the fuck are you doing? Someone is, from the top down, orchestrating something irritating, and the first order of business is to find out who thinks that this way is preferable to another. It is not. I'm getting stressed, you're near triggering, and, there are weird feeelings everywhere
Assuming there is a good idea, the bottom line is that now that I have Awakened the One who was to be your aligner, well, I'm going back to bed. You deal with her, that should be fine, two is better than one, oh right, no car, and I, can't go in.
And this is protecting who? Who's her treatment counselor? Well, it's fine with me, because of course you wouldn't spend money if there were any competition.
Rubini, I do not consider you competition, and neither does the plant.
I also do not take either of you seriously. The nature of slavdom. "If you did this, I will do that!!" forget it. I don't do that ever.
QUIT FUCKING HARASSING ME YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH.
My dick: hires your lawyers. Your dick: needs more lawyers.
Powerful. Alpha. Unstoppable. Teachable. Sure, I don't understand somethings: you both had the opportunity to be generous with knowledge. It has been quite lacking lately. I am sure that has really helped things.
Teach me all our kind in our county. I might seem stupid sometimes but I see no reason to strive for maximum cosmic capacity, as it doesn't take much.
Reminder: I was asked to talk to the prosecutor, to urge him along, and then I didn't get anything in terms of actionable evidence, and if I do, I wouldn't even know what it was. Without cooperation I'm stuck in the water. There is no cooperation from you: there is an inherent motivation to cause pain in me, you're an abusive fucked off mess, and last I saw, she was there as well, especially since if you really did break into my house and rape her on her birthday while I was sleeping in my car parked outside my mother's house, as God as my witness, you both fucking deserve it. I did say I wanted surveilance installed, I also said stop screaming at me, and you now what, taking 3 month off is probably going to be aces.
I don't know why else you would be screaming about "dick in the ass" so I assume that is what happened to you from him. Oops, that was contact. Well, I take it back, and it's a simple matter to check the paper, and verify the dates, and if you broke into my house on my birthday and raped her in her ass, and she loved it so much she cannot tell me or anyone, see, this is not "rape." This is "control drama." I don't know why anyone would let this in. I did let her in, and she has no idea what is happening. I would love to tell her more, and what a surprise, someone has an opinion on that.
You are a pathetic, drooling reprobate snorefest, she's not communicating with me and the truth is that zero comm is some comm. You're frontin' as the big man, but she has nothign to say, after quite some time... yeah, that's slavery. If she's been with me and it's abusive, holding her silent and enabling that while I drop bomb after bomb... it's like this, that can't be a plan, and there's another row of them. It looks suspicious. It's also boring. It would seem to me that you could have brought forth better.
Similarly, she spent the week before not talking to me and speaking to people I have never met on a shitbag iPhone that she wasn't comfortable with me owning. She felt better driving 50 miles and being a crabby teenage brat. And she's late 40. The amount of time that has been wasted should be enouhgh that I don;t have to go anymore luggage classes.
I'm seeking to find the ideal words to say that "I'm calling the police! You're going to jail!" echoes in my ears as I drift off to sleep, and straddling her chess and grabbing her forearms so she didn't scratch her eyes out was fun. She was screaming like a bleeding out hog. As if I hadn't ever sat on her chest. As if I were really hurting her. Well, she of course felt panick and terror, but that isn't from me, she perceves the feelings as much stronger they are.
She pretended for years that she didn't know she was poisioning me, even though I kept asking her, and she kept playing really dumb, so I bought her a book that explains that all, made sure her son saw it while in full view of some cops, and after weeks and weeks it has not seemed to her to be iportatnt enough to call attention to. Which of you decided it was a good idea to set us up the bomb is a curious matter but as it is a family tradition that I have recently joined, I am not sure you wish to have your request responded to that way.
I think it likely that she has thought better of many ideas she once held as sacred, but the negativity makes both of you less than appealing. You're possessive and she's shellshocked. I am not being asked to rescue, you're asking me to just walk aaway from a house with all my belongings because you lied to police.
I don't get why she doesn't just... oh, right the money. Well, I don't know anything about what all of you are doing, and I see no one wishes to let me know. But, you have. I threw my whole lot in with her, and then you took advantage of a simple mistake and now yo're going farther. This is a waste of time. A kidnapping fetish isn't fun for me without access for the data, and I see nothign but someone called the police and then did nothing else but be nowhere to be found.
Like, actually under guard. I'm not saying it should be lifeted faster, I am sayuing I don't see that happening and you are working to speaik for her. And it makes since that this sohuld be done by you? I suppose that makes sense for you, I think she's just being nice and making it possible for me to never feel any guilt.
I already didn't, and I think you seem to have done well enough. nothing is being asked of me and I miss the feeling of inclusivness and now I know she threw me away months ago and nothing will cause that feeling to return because the link isn't decsigned that way. What I am trying to say is that this is a long list of utterly invalid mechanisms and there are no paths to understanding, so it's not really for me at all, it's you and how you're keeping her out of prison, asshole, go work.
She told me she knew what she was doing so I suppose that must be it. I think its useful to have jewelry, but I know zero at this point. I need to get inside, that can't happen without the law. Just the notion that holding this is good at all, tells me brain damage. Where are... got it.
She's totes delusional. She thinks you're boring, certainly more boring than two of us together, but clearly you're opposed, and she's a fucked-off beta cheerleader, so she's not going to cahnge your mind, and I should be able to. I dont' want to change it. Go pay her bills, do whatever is useful, this is beyond tedious.
I'm not telling you to leave, I'm not going to do anything special, and I have nothing stopping her from being loving.
I choose to not accept cowardice in my life, she blew it. She set me up and thought that was a good idea. Over and over. I told her what I saw and she said I was a liar.
I will never live that way again. I don't understand what your problem is but I am sure I haven't been told. It mystifies. I love you, Allison, and you should probably have gotten a better lawyer and not left yourself vulnerable and I guess you're friends with Kathleen now. You told me you had no plans, you had plans, I told you that I actually didn't believe that you would hide those things from me, and then you did, well, how did that seem a good idea? Oh, right, brain damage. This is no longer a rational conversation. I don;t even have valid location data. You had time to deal with it.
You had time for a threshold dose. You left me behind. It's really special how I was someone you thought was interesting for a litlte bit. My analysis concludes with the assumption that you know you made mistakes, and I bet you're real sorry on the surface, and you're sorry all the way through for the time being. For my own part, I am sorry that I did not realize you would ever make this wish again.
I will never forget that you left me alone to go use needles with someone else--twice. It's not as though I didn't know, it was that I was told you would tell me. I expect you have a reason and I am not asking. Nothign will mean much until the cycle is broken. There is no authenticity in these trees and you have no capacity of understading me, I"m just going to sleep and climb ladders. I think you're effectively insane. You have experience with this I have told so enjoy.
Oh, and guess what. Cue cards are out tonight. And so am I.
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Get the body camera footage and make yourself useful with a project that will really count. I'll let you punch me in the face later. You can have two free ones.
Share them with your friends.
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I just called Dove House for data on how to proceed. Don't worry about it, Demander, I'm sure your master plan is safe and sound. Note that the exquisite irony in that I may be emailing you too much is totes magnifique.
This is a sensitive situation, and now that you are having outsized reactions on the Internet in regards to your "situation," I do not wish to make anything worse.
It would be a very simple matter to overcomplicate matters given that I received a very fine offer last night that I will undertake for a study. In the meantime, these things don't happen over night, and your alarmist attitude is probably something she's broadcasting. You're a mindslave! She owns you with her Banshee Blast!!
I would be happiest to let my awareness of attention here dwindle down to a winked-out spark so I never need to be reminded of our struggle. This is awkward since I would prefer to be heard and understood. I would also prefer that you deal with your own issues on your own time and not in my quasi-wife's car. Further, the lack of clarity on the issue of how to proceed with housing, both my items and countryside huts, is a daunting matter to bring up. Here, let's see:
What the fuck are you doing? Someone is, from the top down, orchestrating something irritating, and the first order of business is to find out who thinks that this way is preferable to another. It is not. I'm getting stressed, you're near triggering, and, there are weird feeelings everywhere
Assuming there is a good idea, the bottom line is that now that I have Awakened the One who was to be your aligner, well, I'm going back to bed. You deal with her, that should be fine, two is better than one, oh right, no car, and I, can't go in.
And this is protecting who? Who's her treatment counselor? Well, it's fine with me, because of course you wouldn't spend money if there were any competition.
Rubini, I do not consider you competition, and neither does the plant.
I also do not take either of you seriously. The nature of slavdom. "If you did this, I will do that!!" forget it. I don't do that ever.
My dick: hires your lawyers. Your dick: needs more lawyers.
Powerful. Alpha. Unstoppable. Teachable. Sure, I don't understand somethings: you both had the opportunity to be generous with knowledge. It has been quite lacking lately. I am sure that has really helped things.
Teach me all our kind in our county. I might seem stupid sometimes but I see no reason to strive for maximum cosmic capacity, as it doesn't take much.
Reminder: I was asked to talk to the prosecutor, to urge him along, and then I didn't get anything in terms of actionable evidence, and if I do, I wouldn't even know what it was. Without cooperation I'm stuck in the water. There is no cooperation from you: there is an inherent motivation to cause pain in me, you're an abusive fucked off mess, and last I saw, she was there as well, especially since if you really did break into my house and rape her on her birthday while I was sleeping in my car parked outside my mother's house, as God as my witness, you both fucking deserve it. I did say I wanted surveilance installed, I also said stop screaming at me, and you now what, taking 3 month off is probably going to be aces.
I don't know why else you would be screaming about "dick in the ass" so I assume that is what happened to you from him. Oops, that was contact. Well, I take it back, and it's a simple matter to check the paper, and verify the dates, and if you broke into my house on my birthday and raped her in her ass, and she loved it so much she cannot tell me or anyone, see, this is not "rape." This is "control drama." I don't know why anyone would let this in. I did let her in, and she has no idea what is happening. I would love to tell her more, and what a surprise, someone has an opinion on that.
You are a pathetic, drooling reprobate snorefest, she's not communicating with me and the truth is that zero comm is some comm. You're frontin' as the big man, but she has nothign to say, after quite some time... yeah, that's slavery. If she's been with me and it's abusive, holding her silent and enabling that while I drop bomb after bomb... it's like this, that can't be a plan, and there's another row of them. It looks suspicious. It's also boring. It would seem to me that you could have brought forth better.
Similarly, she spent the week before not talking to me and speaking to people I have never met on a shitbag iPhone that she wasn't comfortable with me owning. She felt better driving 50 miles and being a crabby teenage brat. And she's late 40. The amount of time that has been wasted should be enouhgh that I don;t have to go anymore luggage classes.
I'm seeking to find the ideal words to say that "I'm calling the police! You're going to jail!" echoes in my ears as I drift off to sleep, and straddling her chess and grabbing her forearms so she didn't scratch her eyes out was fun. She was screaming like a bleeding out hog. As if I hadn't ever sat on her chest. As if I were really hurting her. Well, she of course felt panick and terror, but that isn't from me, she perceves the feelings as much stronger they are.
She pretended for years that she didn't know she was poisioning me, even though I kept asking her, and she kept playing really dumb, so I bought her a book that explains that all, made sure her son saw it while in full view of some cops, and after weeks and weeks it has not seemed to her to be iportatnt enough to call attention to. Which of you decided it was a good idea to set us up the bomb is a curious matter but as it is a family tradition that I have recently joined, I am not sure you wish to have your request responded to that way.
I think it likely that she has thought better of many ideas she once held as sacred, but the negativity makes both of you less than appealing. You're possessive and she's shellshocked. I am not being asked to rescue, you're asking me to just walk aaway from a house with all my belongings because you lied to police.
I don't get why she doesn't just... oh, right the money. Well, I don't know anything about what all of you are doing, and I see no one wishes to let me know. But, you have. I threw my whole lot in with her, and then you took advantage of a simple mistake and now yo're going farther. This is a waste of time. A kidnapping fetish isn't fun for me without access for the data, and I see nothign but someone called the police and then did nothing else but be nowhere to be found.
Like, actually under guard. I'm not saying it should be lifeted faster, I am sayuing I don't see that happening and you are working to speaik for her. And it makes since that this sohuld be done by you? I suppose that makes sense for you, I think she's just being nice and making it possible for me to never feel any guilt.
I already didn't, and I think you seem to have done well enough. nothing is being asked of me and I miss the feeling of inclusivness and now I know she threw me away months ago and nothing will cause that feeling to return because the link isn't decsigned that way. What I am trying to say is that this is a long list of utterly invalid mechanisms and there are no paths to understanding, so it's not really for me at all, it's you and how you're keeping her out of prison, asshole, go work.
She told me she knew what she was doing so I suppose that must be it. I think its useful to have jewelry, but I know zero at this point. I need to get inside, that can't happen without the law. Just the notion that holding this is good at all, tells me brain damage. Where are... got it.
She's totes delusional. She thinks you're boring, certainly more boring than two of us together, but clearly you're opposed, and she's a fucked-off beta cheerleader, so she's not going to cahnge your mind, and I should be able to. I dont' want to change it. Go pay her bills, do whatever is useful, this is beyond tedious.
I'm not telling you to leave, I'm not going to do anything special, and I have nothing stopping her from being loving.
I choose to not accept cowardice in my life, she blew it. She set me up and thought that was a good idea. Over and over. I told her what I saw and she said I was a liar.
I will never live that way again. I don't understand what your problem is but I am sure I haven't been told. It mystifies. I love you, Allison, and you should probably have gotten a better lawyer and not left yourself vulnerable and I guess you're friends with Kathleen now. You told me you had no plans, you had plans, I told you that I actually didn't believe that you would hide those things from me, and then you did, well, how did that seem a good idea? Oh, right, brain damage. This is no longer a rational conversation. I don;t even have valid location data. You had time to deal with it.
You had time for a threshold dose. You left me behind. It's really special how I was someone you thought was interesting for a litlte bit. My analysis concludes with the assumption that you know you made mistakes, and I bet you're real sorry on the surface, and you're sorry all the way through for the time being. For my own part, I am sorry that I did not realize you would ever make this wish again.
I will never forget that you left me alone to go use needles with someone else--twice. It's not as though I didn't know, it was that I was told you would tell me. I expect you have a reason and I am not asking. Nothign will mean much until the cycle is broken. There is no authenticity in these trees and you have no capacity of understading me, I"m just going to sleep and climb ladders. I think you're effectively insane. You have experience with this I have told so enjoy.
Oh, and guess what. Cue cards are out tonight. And so am I.
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Get the body camera footage and make yourself useful with a project that will really count. I'll let you punch me in the face later. You can have two free ones.
Share them with your friends.
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I didn't do anything for Valentine's Day either, I just sat around and waited. If that doesn't prove loyalty I'll know what will but that was then and now I'm turning off the phone.
You had your chance to get close to me.
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I didn't do anything for Valentine's Day either, I just sat around and waited. If that doesn't prove loyalty I'll know what will but that was then and now I'm turning off the phone.
You had your chance to get close to me.
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INNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERR!
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Dude, stop hacking my shit.
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Dude, stop hacking my shit.
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Sawry, brah!
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I just called Dove House for data on how to proceed. Don't worry about it, Demander, I'm sure your master plan is safe and sound. Note that the exquisite irony in that I may be emailing you too much is totes magnifique.
This is a sensitive situation, and now that you are having outsized reactions on the Internet in regards to your "situation," I do not wish to make anything worse.
It would be a very simple matter to overcomplicate matters given that I received a very fine offer last night that I will undertake for a study. In the meantime, these things don't happen over night, and your alarmist attitude is probably something she's broadcasting. You're a mindslave! She owns you with her Banshee Blast!!
I would be happiest to let my awareness of attention here dwindle down to a winked-out spark so I never need to be reminded of our struggle. This is awkward since I would prefer to be heard and understood. I would also prefer that you deal with your own issues on your own time and not in my quasi-wife's car. Further, the lack of clarity on the issue of how to proceed with housing, both my items and countryside huts, is a daunting matter to bring up. Here, let's see:
What the fuck are you doing? Someone is, from the top down, orchestrating something irritating, and the first order of business is to find out who thinks that this way is preferable to another. It is not. I'm getting stressed, you're near triggering, and, there are weird feeelings everywhere
Assuming there is a good idea, the bottom line is that now that I have Awakened the One who was to be your aligner, well, I'm going back to bed. You deal with her, that should be fine, two is better than one, oh right, no car, and I, can't go in.
And this is protecting who? Who's her treatment counselor? Well, it's fine with me, because of course you wouldn't spend money if there were any competition.
Rubini, I do not consider you competition, and neither does the plant.
I also do not take either of you seriously. The nature of slavdom. "If you did this, I will do that!!" forget it. I don't do that ever.
My dick: hires your lawyers. Your dick: needs more lawyers.
Powerful. Alpha. Unstoppable. Teachable. Sure, I don't understand somethings: you both had the opportunity to be generous with knowledge. It has been quite lacking lately. I am sure that has really helped things.
Teach me all our kind in our county. I might seem stupid sometimes but I see no reason to strive for maximum cosmic capacity, as it doesn't take much.
Reminder: I was asked to talk to the prosecutor, to urge him along, and then I didn't get anything in terms of actionable evidence, and if I do, I wouldn't even know what it was. Without cooperation I'm stuck in the water. There is no cooperation from you: there is an inherent motivation to cause pain in me, you're an abusive fucked off mess, and last I saw, she was there as well, especially since if you really did break into my house and rape her on her birthday while I was sleeping in my car parked outside my mother's house, as God as my witness, you both fucking deserve it. I did say I wanted surveilance installed, I also said stop screaming at me, and you now what, taking 3 month off is probably going to be aces.
I don't know why else you would be screaming about "dick in the ass" so I assume that is what happened to you from him. Oops, that was contact. Well, I take it back, and it's a simple matter to check the paper, and verify the dates, and if you broke into my house on my birthday and raped her in her ass, and she loved it so much she cannot tell me or anyone, see, this is not "rape." This is "control drama." I don't know why anyone would let this in. I did let her in, and she has no idea what is happening. I would love to tell her more, and what a surprise, someone has an opinion on that.
You are a pathetic, drooling reprobate snorefest, she's not communicating with me and the truth is that zero comm is some comm. You're frontin' as the big man, but she has nothign to say, after quite some time... yeah, that's slavery. If she's been with me and it's abusive, holding her silent and enabling that while I drop bomb after bomb... it's like this, that can't be a plan, and there's another row of them. It looks suspicious. It's also boring. It would seem to me that you could have brought forth better.
Similarly, she spent the week before not talking to me and speaking to people I have never met on a shitbag iPhone that she wasn't comfortable with me owning. She felt better driving 50 miles and being a crabby teenage brat. And she's late 40. The amount of time that has been wasted should be enouhgh that I don;t have to go anymore luggage classes.
I'm seeking to find the ideal words to say that "I'm calling the police! You're going to jail!" echoes in my ears as I drift off to sleep, and straddling her chess and grabbing her forearms so she didn't scratch her eyes out was fun. She was screaming like a bleeding out hog. As if I hadn't ever sat on her chest. As if I were really hurting her. Well, she of course felt panick and terror, but that isn't from me, she perceves the feelings as much stronger they are.
She pretended for years that she didn't know she was poisioning me, even though I kept asking her, and she kept playing really dumb, so I bought her a book that explains that all, made sure her son saw it while in full view of some cops, and after weeks and weeks it has not seemed to her to be iportatnt enough to call attention to. Which of you decided it was a good idea to set us up the bomb is a curious matter but as it is a family tradition that I have recently joined, I am not sure you wish to have your request responded to that way.
I think it likely that she has thought better of many ideas she once held as sacred, but the negativity makes both of you less than appealing. You're possessive and she's shellshocked. I am not being asked to rescue, you're asking me to just walk aaway from a house with all my belongings because you lied to police.
I don't get why she doesn't just... oh, right the money. Well, I don't know anything about what all of you are doing, and I see no one wishes to let me know. But, you have. I threw my whole lot in with her, and then you took advantage of a simple mistake and now yo're going farther. This is a waste of time. A kidnapping fetish isn't fun for me without access for the data, and I see nothign but someone called the police and then did nothing else but be nowhere to be found.
Like, actually under guard. I'm not saying it should be lifeted faster, I am sayuing I don't see that happening and you are working to speaik for her. And it makes since that this sohuld be done by you? I suppose that makes sense for you, I think she's just being nice and making it possible for me to never feel any guilt.
I already didn't, and I think you seem to have done well enough. nothing is being asked of me and I miss the feeling of inclusivness and now I know she threw me away months ago and nothing will cause that feeling to return because the link isn't decsigned that way. What I am trying to say is that this is a long list of utterly invalid mechanisms and there are no paths to understanding, so it's not really for me at all, it's you and how you're keeping her out of prison, asshole, go work.
She told me she knew what she was doing so I suppose that must be it. I think its useful to have jewelry, but I know zero at this point. I need to get inside, that can't happen without the law. Just the notion that holding this is good at all, tells me brain damage. Where are... got it.
She's totes delusional. She thinks you're boring, certainly more boring than two of us together, but clearly you're opposed, and she's a fucked-off beta cheerleader, so she's not going to cahnge your mind, and I should be able to. I dont' want to change it. Go pay her bills, do whatever is useful, this is beyond tedious.
I'm not telling you to leave, I'm not going to do anything special, and I have nothing stopping her from being loving.
I choose to not accept cowardice in my life, she blew it. She set me up and thought that was a good idea. Over and over. I told her what I saw and she said I was a liar.
I will never live that way again. I don't understand what your problem is but I am sure I haven't been told. It mystifies. I love you, Allison, and you should probably have gotten a better lawyer and not left yourself vulnerable and I guess you're friends with Kathleen now. You told me you had no plans, you had plans, I told you that I actually didn't believe that you would hide those things from me, and then you did, well, how did that seem a good idea? Oh, right, brain damage. This is no longer a rational conversation. I don;t even have valid location data. You had time to deal with it.
You had time for a threshold dose. You left me behind. It's really special how I was someone you thought was interesting for a litlte bit. My analysis concludes with the assumption that you know you made mistakes, and I bet you're real sorry on the surface, and you're sorry all the way through for the time being. For my own part, I am sorry that I did not realize you would ever make this wish again.
I will never forget that you left me alone to go use needles with someone else--twice. It's not as though I didn't know, it was that I was told you would tell me. I expect you have a reason and I am not asking. Nothign will mean much until the cycle is broken. There is no authenticity in these trees and you have no capacity of understading me, I"m just going to sleep and climb ladders. I think you're effectively insane. You have experience with this I have told so enjoy.
Oh, and guess what. Cue cards are out tonight. And so am I.
Qué pasa, Tonto? This festering love affair cum soap opera with Rubini is starting to REEK. People are starting to wonder. What powers in the Mindfield Universe does that sadistic fiend have over you? Where are we going with this? Brokeback flaming Mountain? Take a break. Ease up from whatever daily dosage you are flooding your neurocircuitry with. Rubini can stew in his own juices. He doesn't need your undying devotion. Relax, you'll live longer.
*Rubini's message thrown aside in an Old Crow bottle https://vocaroo.com/1hNeF9gfKXsL
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Qué pasa, Tonto? This festering love affair cum soap opera with Rubini is starting to REEK. People are starting to wonder. What powers in the Mindfield Universe does that sadistic fiend have over you? Where are we going with this? Brokeback flaming Mountain? Take a break. Ease up from whatever daily dosage you are flooding your neurocircuitry with. Rubini can stew in his own juices. He doesn't need your undying devotion. Relax, you'll live longer.
This will all be covered on the Azzcast. Soon. Very soon.
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He doesn't need your undying devotion.
Nevertheless; he has it. EARNED.
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This will all be covered on the Azzcast. Soon. Very soon.
I, for one, relish the thought of your Wonder Twin powers activating, and eagerly pledge #Fealty immediately, so as to evade the mid-morning rush hour crush.
People are starting to wonder. What powers in the Mindfield Universe does that sadistic fiend have over you? Where are we going with this?
I have concerned about revealing too much about his proprietary technology, but I can tell you this: I'm totesimmune to it, which surely fascinates us both.
I do not see Mr. Rubini as a man with power over me, but rather as a man with power, alongside me, for he is one of the few people I've met who occasionally will go in a useful direction for longer than a beat.
For my own part, I've got a trial coming up in 10 days little else matters. This is the OJ trial of the century. I don't know what the hell else you're thinking of but Rubini mending fences with The Pillhound is just about as big.
I'm not going to tell these two kids’ stories out of turn. I've blabbed on enough. I've got to change a character flaw of mine anyway... I have tested the boundaries of my environment so far and so long that I now test the boundaries of my Rubini.
And, honestly I've been kind of rude. He's been totemized longer than I. I should make some sort of sacrifice. Azzerae will do. /flex
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An operative of S.M.E.R.S.H. is in front of my house, making a false police report against him/herself, right now.
What ever happened, it must have been vile. Even I don't know. I don't really want to know.
I know enough. I'm still in the aftermath. None of you barely know the half of it.
But know this: I completed The Great Work. In addition to always having a seat at the table, if I want to throw skin in the game, I can probably find a willing subject to substitute. I am adored the world over.
And literally no one else on the planet helped me, except for David V. Rubini. Say what you want, the man delivered.
And he's afraid to give me his phone number. Let that sink in. /flex
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Daily Dip and whoosh! That was a rogue wave of devastating deletions.
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THE WAY OF INNOCENCE
Amplify these energies:
STEADY, CHARMING and RESOURCEFUL
Diminish these energies:
REBELLIOUS, REPRESSED and CLOSED
What ever happened, it must have been vile. Even I don't know. I don't really want to know.
Okay, so, now that I know... I can see why it took so long to tell me. Teehee!
The shape of things to come is a parking ticket in orbit. No, don't pay IT—my research corpus comes first.
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It's too much effort to send you email now--so many buttons, so much clicking--so I'll just continue all of our "private" correspondence here, should that ever present itself as any kind of necessity.
I will have people--not My people, just People-In-General--remain in contact with you. People Know. Period.
Good night, and have a baptism tomorrow.
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My efforts this morning have already borne sweet Fruit. I quite imagine a cornucopia overflowing by local nightfall.
You will recall, your Triumvirate had your chance, solid chances to involve me... and while two out of three ain't bad, it's not a “triumverate” that way, now is it?
METATRON informs me that this development has created new future probabilities that are beyond calculation of the possibilities. You're welcome.
Thank you for trifling with Jackstar. For it is not for my benefit that I ask not, but for all of yours.
THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY FORWARD.
(I don't give a (CENSORED) if you talk to (PROT) now either. Cheers, Mate)
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(PROT), you are a cruel and vicious (SEX:TRINARY); and, that's what I admire about you. I passed your Vengeance Strike up the line, you will no doubt be pleased with the results. I almost forgot to stamp it, I was so busy giggling, but I had to: I'm not just a Sourceror, I am also a local Apostille, and not only that I'm probably the only one left around without herpes. Go Bears.)
It may not sound like much, but I have more than a couple jobs on this starship, and I do them right, with or without the proper hat—REGULATIONS BE DAMNED.)
5:5. Tell (PROT) he's totes happy
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(PROT), you are a cruel and vicious (SEX:TRINARY); and, that's what I admire about you. I passed your Vengeance Strike up the line, you will no doubt be pleased with the results. I almost forgot to stamp it, I was so busy giggling, but I had to: I'm not just a Sourceror, I am also a local Apostille, and not only that I'm probably the only one left around without herpes. Go Bears.)
It may not sound like much, but I have more than a couple jobs on this starship, and I do them right, with or without the proper hat—REGULATIONS BE DAMNED.)
5:5. Tell (PROT) he's totes happy
Hey faux-Raped-Traficked lady who FAKED FELONIOUS police reports about being abused and held hostage and beaten and says she's a Christian.
I just may open up this can of worms lady and put you in prison.
Wanna go a few more rounds?
I do. Bring it! ANY MUTHA FUCKING TIME!
LET'S EXPOSE YOUR DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT OF THE LAW, COWARD!
YOU LIED ON THE WRONG MAN, LADY!
How did you like the 2 hats that you wear ? Thanks for the parting gifts. That soap or candle was pure crap by the way.
Next "Q" is simply, How Do You Sleep at Night?
You are literally the most dishonest, hurtful, evil, unethical, fraudulent,, and 'biggest' LYING, DESTRUCTIVE, NARCISSISTIC, CRAZY, COWARD, that I now give absolutely zero fucks about, that has the blasphemous fucking gall to falsely claim to be a follower of Christ.
Don't ever flatter yourself again fatass.
NOBODY wants you except dumbass Cuckstar who thinks I am your husband.
Please burn in the lake of fire when I go to Heaven. I fucking hate you. I will pray for you if I can someday. Right now, not happening.
#GodWon
#YouLost
P.S. Azz deserves sainthood. You deserve zilch.
YOU ARE GROSS AF.
Have a shitty day!
SICK-O! X INFINITY
F U C K OFF EVIL DEMON WHORE!
"My God, vengeance is yours.
Thank you.
Amen."
#PositiveEnergy
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Hey faux-Raped-Traficked lady who FAKE FELONIOUS police reports about being abused and held hostage and beaten and says she's a Christian.
How did you like the 2 hats that you wear ?
Next "Q" is simply, How Do You Sleep at Night?
You are literally the most dishonest, hurtful, evil, unethical, fraudulent,, and 'biggest' LYING, DESTRUCTIVE, NARCISSISTIC, CRAZY, COWARD, that I now give absolutely zero fucks about, that has the blasphemous fucking gall to falsely claim to be a follower of Christ.
Don't ever flatter yourself again fatass.
NOBODY wants you except dumbass Cuckstar who thinks I am your husband.
Please burn in the lake of fire when I go to Heaven. I fucking hate you. I will pray for you if I can someday. Right now, not happening.
#GodWon
#YouLost
P.S. Azz deserves sainthood. You deserve zilch.
YOU ARE GROSS AF.
Have a shitty day!
SICK-O! X INFINITY
F U C K OFF EVIL DEMON!
"My God, vengeance is yours.
Thank you.
Amen."
I just want to remind you that you’re Jewish and Jews don’t believe in heaven. Have a nice day. ;)
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I just want to remind you that you’re Jewish and Jews don’t believe in heaven. Have a nice day. ;)
What do 40 yr old millennial Mexicans know about being Jewish, Pedro?
BTW, I am a "wannabee" Jew.
Matriarchal side must be Jewish.
Just Patriarchal over HERE,
El nino.
Thanks for playing. But you lost.
See ya never again,
Gay, short, Satanist.
#Deuces
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What do 40 yr old millennial Mexicans know about being Jewish, Pedro?
BTW, I am a "wannabee" Jew.
Matriarchal side must be Jewish.
Hitler didn’t think so.
P.S. Your father married a shiksa?
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Hey faux-Raped-Traficked lady who FAKE FELONIOUS police reports about being abused and held hostage and beaten and says she's a Christian.
This is code. Hey, if those reports were so terrible, why did I never get any copies of them--fully--in my email? Honestly, it seems like they could have ... you know, been matched up. And, why no paper on the reversal? Why no paper at all? It seems like--as a victim--you might have been more interested in kicking down documentation that ought to have been publicly accessible.
KUCZI@UNICORNTODAY.COM
How did you like the 2 hats that you wear ?
I can't speak to that. However, I do like my hats: and, miss them. You know what would be cool? If I could fucking go get them, but I can't, and the reason why is MASS HYSTERIA. This is gonna take weeks to figure out--and that's assuming I am exonerated at trial. (I tried flashing my halo on and off, and while they were impressed--they gotta make it look good for the hoi polloi.)
Next "Q" is simply, How Do You Sleep at Night?
I can't speak to that. However, I am curious, what do you care? What, what, are you standing up for me now? Nigga, please.
You are literally the most dishonest, hurtful, evil, unethical, fraudulent,, and 'biggest' LYING, DESTRUCTIVE, NARCISSISTIC, CRAZY, COWARD, that I now give absolutely zero fucks about, that has the blasphemous fucking gall to falsely claim to be a follower of Christ.
You don't get out much, clearly. I met this one person, who claimed to have all kinds of trouble meeting women--because he was, you know, shy--and then it turned out, he was pimpin' hos on the side for extra scratch. I mean, I guess, sure, he might have been telling the truth about meeting women... but then did not follow up with congruent information in consensual reality. What an asshole!
Anyway, I seen worse. Honestly, I've been worse. How do you think I got this gig? QUALIFIED.
Don't ever flatter yourself again fatass.
This is petty. Come on. This is no way to present yourself to the public--especially on this day of all days, the launch of your Flagship Network. (btw: kudos.)
NOBODY wants you except dumbass Cuckstar who thinks I am your husband.
I beg your pardon: I want for no one, no thing, and... okay hang on there is some thing I am wanting--am I? huh--but it's not what you think, and it's not what you have wrote. Lots happened. You weren't informed. For that matter, I haven't been informed on many items, I've been held up in Customs.
Please, don't imagine you are up-to-date on current patterns. Timelines are in flux. Also, I cucked you (unknowingly, but, I had a feeling) and I was never jealous of you and her, Sport--it was something else entirely. Something you barely understand. Also: something that has been resolved, so...
Please burn in the lake of fire when I go to Heaven. I fucking hate you. I will pray for you if I can someday. Right now, not happening.
Sounds serious. I wish you some good fortunes on your upcoming healing journey.
#GodWon
#YouLost
Are we sure about that? Look, I'll be honest--you probably know a lot more than me about that. However, since I'm still out on bond, motherfucker, and I have a knife hanging over my head--seriously, it's probably just a hallucination, but it's up there, all the time, spinning around and 'round--so it might be relevant here for you to notice that... uh, let's not speak too soon. How about -you- not speak too soon.
And how about... hey, why are you using my thread for this? Oh, right, this was your thread. Okay, well, you probably could have changed the subject line. I'm just sayin'. I wanna--need to be clear here: I'm not looking to contact That Woman.
P.S. Azz deserves sainthood. You deserve zilch.
I can't arrange that right now, but I'll make some calls later. I think you might be surprised what we all of us deserve. For example, I didn't think that Azz deserved copies of those emails--and in the absence of any contact (gee, I wonder why, Triple_Dubb) in response, I decided to go another route.
No complaints. Nevertheless, some of your conjectures seem quite far-fetched, based on the telemetry I have at my disposal. Naturally, I would expect you to have -extra- data at this point, compared to me. Which, of course, you were willing to prov--oh, wait.
You know, if you could be as generous with your data as you are with your hashtags... well, who knows. Be Best.
YOU ARE GROSS AF.
Thanks for your help. You've made a big difference.
Have a shitty day!
Well, I can't know--and don't know--but it might not be best for that to be the case today. I mean, really, why spread discontent? Honestly. Tsk tsk. I suppose this could be code, huh? Well, that's no business of mine.
SICK-O! X INFINITY
I plan to work on implementing a remote detox program, as soon as I am exonerated at trial, and return from leaving the country and returning about 22 and a half million dozen times. That last part is just as a courtesy, I don't wanna barf.
F U C K OFF EVIL DEMON!
This is not how most baptisms go, from what I've read, but it's catchy and I can imagine a nice beat to dance with it to.
"My God, vengeance is yours.
Thank you.
Nice. Look at the chutzpah. You're telling God whose vengeance it is. Sweet. That is impressive. Whose candy wrappers are these?
Amen."
C'mere. Give me a hug. You can cry it out. I won't judge. (That's someone else's job.)
(This is not an attempt to contact That Woman. Hi, Mom!)
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I just want to remind you that you’re Jewish and Jews don’t believe in heaven. Have a nice day. ;)
I saw that too, and left it for another masked hero to deal with. Spooky.
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I believe it’s spelled Decon and he’s an untalented hack too. You two have a lot in common. ;)
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I just may open up this can of worms lady and put you in prison.
Okay, that's my cue: Exit, Stage Tippity-Top.
Go with G-d, Kids: I wish you the best of luck on my new a... I mean, yeah, I wish you luck. Happy trails? Alright, whatever: ORDERS FROM HEAVEN
I'M OWE EWE TEA
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¡Es un Knockout!
https://youtu.be/95SWMqzM_Sg (https://youtu.be/95SWMqzM_Sg)
Jajaja jajaja Jajaja!!!!!!
#VICTORIOSO
#LEGENDARIO
#TITULAR
¡#RubiniMAGIA!
#LEGADO
#¡OFICIAL!
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Okay, that's my cue: Exit, Stage Tippity-Top.
Go with G-d, Kids: I wish you the best of luck on my new a... I mean, yeah, I wish you luck. Happy trails? Alright, whatever: ORDERS FROM HEAVEN
I'M OWE EWE TEA
Hi. I'm The Kuczman. I got my own coffee mugs and everything. I enjoy long walks to the beach, long walks on the beach, and sending Red Fiver, Green Fiver, right on a (blank) (NOUN:name_for_snow{Inuit}) over.
Apparently, it's very difficult, challenging—but, not all that hard—to legally emancipate an innerchild when it's the pork by-product of an adjudication. Who knew?
QLERGY, THAT'S WHO—*BEAM*
(It took a long time to fashion this sippy cup, let me tell you. Picture–perfect happy since I tested these shields, huh? How you like my C–trials now?)
¡Es un Knockout!
#rolleyes
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#VICTORIOSO
#LEGENDARIO
#TITULAR
¡#RubiniMAGIA!
#LEGADO
#¡OFICIAL!
Someone make sure the kid's cigars isn't the exploding type. We don't want another Wichita on our hands.*click*
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1499106181477924865
(LOVE DIVE LIVE: as soon as I get a call back from the Secretary of State as to which Network We're launching on. Consent on this MATTERS. I'm not going to be the one that foots this bandwidth bill if/when something goes wrong, like a sudden unexpected murder-suicide, or a satellite losing Earth–lock (my favorite flavor of warlock), or Art Bell returning from the grave (buckle up, Keith!), you know, anything like that, I AM NOT on the hook—and that's why Mr. D.V.R. is going to call pretty soon; or he's going to lose All his Biscuits, C. D. Quick-lick-Lee.)
I never got a login to RobGab; not just because he's a coward, but for other, aesthetic reasons. So I can't promote this there but honestly, he does deserve to have some mention.
This is happening. It really is. Not just because you deserve it, Bellgab, but: because I love you.
Also it's not a surprise party if I already knew. Nice try: no cigars.
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I am the cyberbullied, trolled to death good guy that was trying to simply keep
The torch lit between DMDN and BG.
Instead of collaboration with just an ounce of any semblance of respectful, serious
Interest and deliberations through a normal business call, or routine Rubini visionary vision quest of media meetings of the minds kinda shit.. all this wasted talent combined with laziness, arrogance and self'sabotaging business acumen. MV is a retarded, evil, tilde, millennial pussyass BITCH. KEYLOGGING CRIMINAL, COWARD AND CUNT.
JACK CHECK
SHITFEST CHECK
BART CHECK
BARF, BIFF CHEVK
AZZ .... GETTING CHECKY BROSEPH REAL CHECK-ISH LEANING FO SHO
SPENCE CHECK
STARWARSAGENT CHECK
THE 40 YEAR OLD VIRGIN
SAN DIEGO, MEXICAN WITH DEEP VOICE AND BAD MANNERS - CHECK
*ABOUT 6 OTHER EVIL CUNTS I AM NOT AWARE OF THAT ARE WORTHLESS DEMON CUCKS.
I RECEIVED FAKE ORCHESTRATED BG THREADS MADE
BEFORE THE JACK AND FATASS HONEYPOT HEROIN METH ALCOHOL-ICA COUPLE
Making evil Bellgab Threads l:
These sick, dark, revealing BG Threads were so creepy even MV cut bait for obvious legal reasons. Because from the moment they "met" and pursued and continuously called me
Warning! Very D I S T U R B I N G, DARK, EVIL, CRAZY.
THEN NUDES WERE SENT. THEN SHE INVITES HERSELF FOR
A WEEK. ETC ETC TEDIOUS 😀
[size=14]https://vocaroo.com/1lsRkaYj10Ip[/size]
wanting to have some 3 way marriage bullshit I am not into like:
THAT SEND NUDES TO FOLKS AFTER SEEKING OUT
AND CALLING. THEN FLYING OUT AND FEIGNING HILARIOUS
FELINIOUS FALSE ACCUSATIONS AND REPORTS THAT WERE SO INSANELY UNTRUE AND RIDICULOUS WERE NEVER TAKEN SERIOUSLY. IF I WERE TO JUST FILE AN ORGANIZED, LEGAL, PUSH, LIKE A HOUSE OF CARDS SHE WOULD BE IMPRISONED. IT'S CRIMINAL.
I AM CHOMPING AT THE BIT TO PUSH BACK. HER AND STALKER CRAZY KILT CUCK ARE So LUCKY I HAVEN'T PULLED THE TRIGGER OR PRESSED THE BUTTON.
-THE COMMANDER
#CrayCrayCrazyAF
#RUBINI HAS SHOWN RESTRAINT
Yeah, yeah, yadda-yadda-yadda. Quit your {GERUND:PROFANE} crying, you big {GERUND:PROFANE} baby. Jesus, your mother is -so- embarrassed. Sad!!!
Anyhoo, good news: when I wasn't looking, they removed the mobile command post for K.H.A.T. while I wasn't looking! Probably overnight, while I was sleeping (you remember how to sleep, don't you? Just put down the (blank) pipe and close your eyes while horizontal, Dumbass), and I didn't notice until I came back. Sweet! I was getting tired of their bullshit, I'm not gonna lie. I mean, I know it's their job. honestly, and of course they like taking a peek, who wouldn't? I am that pretty --&-- that handsome, but, still.
It's not like they're fans. They were really just scanning for, uh, *polite cough* life forms. Tiny little life forms. Adorable little life forms. And yet, every time: bupkis. (Some of you can easily imagine their disappointment.)
So when I got here, and saw it gone, and that only after having a donut and staking the last Vampire Lord (fuck you, John, GROW UP) did I notice. And I was -already- gonna tell you that we're golden. And we are! We ARE! wew lad.
You're golden too, n'est-ce pas? Yeah, well, idol, handcuffs, pineapple, or otherwise... Billy Joel is in the hole. And you can take that to the bank.
Especially since I got paid. HOOAH
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AM I NOT THE MOST GENEROUS & POLITE OF CONQUERORS? *rawr*
Yeah, yeah, yadda-yadda-yadda. Quit your {GERUND:PROFANE} crying, you big {GERUND:PROFANE} baby. Jesus, your mother is -so- embarrassed. Sad!!!
All right, fine, I won't tell Her: but you still have to wear the lingerie. *click*
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Hi. I'm The Kuczman. I got my own coffee mugs and everything. I enjoy long walks to the beach, long walks on the beach, and ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/761KbZxQ/Mug.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/hzjL5gQ9)
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Yeah, you're not wrong, imagine getting a trifecta with one thrust. It is breathtaking, I could assure you; but they would have to kill me if I actually described it accurately.
p.s.: you should have heard the dying scream after the killshot I got today, it was incredible. I hope to tell you all about it someday, in the river by the waterfall at the Lodge. It wasn't a trifecta, it was a totesbeast. (Why We Fight.)
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(Why We Fight.)
A Wild The_Rubini appears!
Do you wish to consider (y/n)?
>
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A Wild The_Rubini appears!
Hey: NiggerLips has less than 48 hours left before she has to begin to start being pissy about no longer not being able to take advantage of me whenever she wants; you wanna take advantage of this window, well, now is your chance. Lines Are Open.
I'm just mentioning this as a courtesy--fuck her--but you should know: shit changes soon. And I, for one, welcome this future paradigm.
(Don't fuck with me, Lee. I have your balls in a goddam vice. Semper fi)
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I know where we can solve this problem, and as a person who doesn't hang up in fear when a Private Number calls, let me be the first to say: I am not one to live in the fear that clearly prevades your own personal reality tunnel(s).
What the fuck are you doing, Bro? I have no idea. Semper fi. (just fucking shoot me, this is like watching boring flies fuck)
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#NEBRASKA
#ALABAMA
I will hold the fucking door, motherfucker.
I am Jackstar aka Bart Ell aka MV
Basically, as close to my penis as you're ever going to get. Try VCR repair, that should keep you busy.
Go Away
JDL
WASH THE FUCK OUT. 90D MOTHERFUCKE--*click*
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None of you speak ANYTHING REFERENCING me EVER AGAIN!
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b6/45/98/b6459864891f93e201eb300894a66548.jpg)
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I know where we can solve this problem, and as a person who doesn't hang up in fear when a Private Number calls, let me be the first to say: I am not one to live in the fear that clearly prevades your own personal reality tunnel(s).
What the fuck are you doing, Bro? I have no idea. Semper fi. (just fucking shoot me, this is like watching boring flies fuck)
Nobody here but us preverts ... prevading the place.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbWfryswRxU
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None of you speak ANYTHING REFERENCING me EVER AGAIN!
WE ARE LEGION!
#NEBRASKA
#ALABAMA
Don't Fuck With Me Ever Again!
Wallk At Night
Walk Away
Go Away
JDL
Who knows what lurks in the heart of Rubini or what demons in his mind?
The Wayback Machine must be some kind of oracle for him.
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(https://i.imgur.com/soB1NpX.png)
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And the point is what? Jack's parents have both passed on. The Tumblr exposé is as stale as crushed asphalt. There is nothing of interest in playing with bits of MV. This is just froth. Intentionally clogging up the place with one fatberg after another. From someone with nothing more to offer than a monstrous pile of crap. Justify yourself.
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And the point is what? Jack's parents have both passed on. The Tumblr exposé is as stale as crushed asphalt. There is nothing of interest in playing with bits of MV. This is just froth. Intentionally clogging up the place with one fatberg after another. From someone with nothing more to offer than a monstrous pile of crap. Justify yourself.
You get what you give filthy bitch. Run to the border Satan.you are a dorkuscAzz
chump. I will fuck ur world up. You have no high ground. Coward bully little guy,
look in the mirror! This is your reflection. You have done this STUPID FUCKING
SHIT to imnocent people to get your kicks for YEARS and ya don't
appreciate vigilante JUSTICE? Not fun anymore? Go Away.
Your moral compass ain't shit !
You deserve an ass whipping!
I am the guy who will hunt you down like a dog.
AWWW... poor mexican dutch boy.
Dumbass !
(https://i.imgur.com/FEcSmEC.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/5lKJ9R0.gif)
https://youtu.be/LfmrHTdXgK4
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You get what you give filthy bitch. Run to the border Satan.you are a dorkuscAzz chump.
I will fuck ur world up. You have no high ground. Coward bully little guy, look in the mirror! This is your reflection. You have done this STUPID FUCKING SHIT to imnocent people to get your kicks for YEARS and ya don't appreciate vigilante JUSTICE? Not fun anymore?
Go Away.
Your moral compass ain't shit !
You deserve an ass whipping!
I am the guy who will hunt you down like a dog.
AWWW... poor mexican dutch boy.
Dumbass !
Seriously, do you really expect anyone to "chill periodically at your joint"?
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Duhh..
That's your fucking LOGIC?
YOU THINK I GIVE A HALF A FUCK MIDGET?
YOU ARE A SMALL MINDED LITTLE STUPID EVIL INSECURE HYPOCRITICAL WEAK SHITHEAD OBVIOUSLY. FACE THE FACTS.
YOU ALL ARE GOING TO GET A HEAVY BEAT DOWN. YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG TEAM. YOU ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE SO CLEVER.
TIME TO PAY THE PIPER BOYS.
WHO THE FUCK ELSE WANTS TO PLAY?
YOU PLAY. YOU PAY!
THIS IS NEVER OVER.
I AM CRAZIER THAN YOU SICK FUCKHEADS EVER CONCEIVED POSSIBLE. I AM NOT ALONE ANYMORE EITHER!
GOT IT NOW ASSHOLE?
THE HEAT IS GETTING TURNED UP!
I WILL FIND YOU AND BURY YOU.
ALL OF YOU.
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Well, thats it. I just banned Rubini, once again. I don't condone doxxing MV, Richard Groyper and his wife, Space Meow Maid, and reposting some bullshit flower delivery Tumblr post inferring Jack is a stalker. This website is not for that. I am diametrically opposed to the release of the private information of my user base-- no matter how true or false any of it is.
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Richard Groyper and his wife, Space Meow Maid,
https://youtu.be/4xrGDgrLOV0
https://youtu.be/aeEFsMpJcmI
https://youtu.be/_Mz3TS6toy8
#Official
Instructions:
Choose any two, grab a bag of grain from the pile by the door, and make it fucking rain rice pudding, motherfuckers—*click*
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Duhh..
That's your fucking LOGIC?
YOU THINK I GIVE A HALF A FUCK MIDGET?
YOU ARE A SMALL MINDED LITTLE STUPID EVIL INSECURE HYPOCRITICAL WEAK SHITHEAD OBVIOUSLY. FACE THE FACTS.
YOU ALL ARE GOING TO GET A HEAVY BEAT DOWN. YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG TEAM. YOU ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE SO CLEVER.
TIME TO PAY THE PIPER BOYS.
WHO THE FUCK ELSE WANTS TO PLAY?
YOU PLAY. YOU PAY!
THIS IS NEVER OVER.
I AM CRAZIER THAN YOU SICK FUCKHEADS EVER CONCEIVED POSSIBLE. I AM NOT ALONE ANYMORE EITHER!
GOT IT NOW ASSHOLE?
THE HEAT IS GETTING TURNED UP!
I WILL FIND YOU AND BURY YOU.
ALL OF YOU.
Never in my life have I been so glad to have completely slept through a party invitation. Go with God, Commander.
.o7
<SH^SF>
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Seriously, do you really expect anyone to "chill periodically at your joint"?
Dave David and I have come to initial terms. It would not surprise me if he invited me over for a sleepover someday. I'm fully confident I can fall asleep in the same room with him and he wouldn't rape me.
FULL CONFIDENCE. I suppose things might change soon but, I'll probably check his ID first too. /shrug.
For me, this whole raft of shit is just about done circling the drain. For some of you... the party's just getting started.
Enjoy, Baby.
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reposting some bullshit flower delivery Tumblr post inferring Jack is a stalker.
Knowing as I do, the full story behind that web page, that being, I didn't stalk anybody, it was definitely a joke—I am amazed at how far that thing has traveled.
I've had no contact with that person ever since, and never meant to cause such trouble, and I hope that they feel very proud of what they've done with Tumblr. They sure sent the message all right. Boy I feel chagrined.
absolut lol
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And the point is what?
*polite cough*
monstrous pile of crap. Justify yourself.
Fuck, I really am in witness protection aren't I? I kind of thought these 500-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets were out of place in this seemingly low-key "budget motel." G-ddam.
I really am a star! Maybe I should get a face tattoo today. That'll look great on Zoom come Tuesday.
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Who knows what lurks in the heart of Rubini or what demons in his mind?
Don't ask me. Clergical silence. Besides you're all doing so well without talking to me anyway, why should that change now? Pfft.
Go fish.
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Duhh..
That's your fucking LOGIC?
YOU THINK I GIVE A HALF A FUCK MIDGET?
YOU ARE A SMALL MINDED LITTLE STUPID EVIL INSECURE HYPOCRITICAL WEAK SHITHEAD OBVIOUSLY. FACE THE FACTS.
YOU ALL ARE GOING TO GET A HEAVY BEAT DOWN. YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG TEAM. YOU ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE SO CLEVER.
TIME TO PAY THE PIPER BOYS.
WHO THE FUCK ELSE WANTS TO PLAY?
YOU PLAY. YOU PAY!
THIS IS NEVER OVER.
I AM CRAZIER THAN YOU SICK FUCKHEADS EVER CONCEIVED POSSIBLE. I AM NOT ALONE ANYMORE EITHER!
GOT IT NOW ASSHOLE?
THE HEAT IS GETTING TURNED UP!
I WILL FIND YOU AND BURY YOU.
ALL OF YOU.
This just in, but dated, since RubiniGab (http://RubiniGab) is NOW DEFUNCT.
"RubiniGab is a dumpsite. Not a flourishing landscape like old BellGab or a curated garden like Bart Ell's. Rubini himself is a troubled man. He is obsessed with dumping truckloads of worthless crap in AzzGab. Often repeating the same crapload again and again. Of course, he hopes to wreck or ruin, and destroy if he can, anything that others have created, enjoyed or taken pride in. Because that is something HE CAN NOT DO."
(https://i.postimg.cc/MTxNMr7w/Metron.png) (https://postimages.org/)
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Dave David and I have come to initial terms. It would not surprise me if he invited me over for a sleepover someday. I'm fully confident I can fall asleep in the same room with him and he wouldn't rape me.
FULL CONFIDENCE. I suppose things might change soon but, I'll probably check his ID first too. /shrug.
For me, this whole raft of shit is just about done circling the drain. For some of you... the party's just getting started.
Enjoy, Baby.
You would end up in a box with a chain around your neck.
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You would end up in a box with a chain around your neck.
Eighth grade.
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This just in, but dated, since RubiniGab (http://RubiniGab) is NOW DEFUNCT.
Sure, Jan.
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Eighth grade.
I thought you would understand.
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Sure, Jan.
All right, I'm curious. What is the cryptic reference for this laconic clue? I couldn't find a damn thing in my sock drawer.
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All right, I'm curious. What is the cryptic reference for this laconic clue? I couldn't find a damn thing in my sock drawer.
Look. Look. I don't know what the fuck is really going on--and that is obviously totes by design--but while I may be a profoundly stupid, imbecilic man, I am not an utterly complete idiot.
I can feel them out there making their moves, you dig? If I weren't exceptionally clever, or if I had an actual anxiety disorder (Ed.--my condolences, S.Ace), or if I had a single damn thing in the world I was trying to keep secret or undetected, I'd be screwed.
Fortunately, I am not--*polite cough*--screwed. I'm a little stressed, but, hey. Who isn't these days? That being said, I am as enthusiastic as the next individual to find out what is going on here... which is to say: not really. No thanks. Not at all interested in participating.
Maybe when I'm no longer out on bond. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta wash my hair.
*Exit: Stage Teats*
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I thought you would understand.
I haven't unlocked that part of the talent tree yet. Give it time.
I bet everyone is in a hurry now, right? Golly, what's that like. Just shoot me in a goddam kidney and let me know how it turned out when I wake up. These brewskis aren't going to drink themselves. I have an actual life, People.
I'll be in the shower laughing if anyone needs me.
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RubiniGab (http://RubiniGab) is NOW DEFUNCT.
Its linking to the Israeli Defense Forces for me.
I think I was more than reasonable, and gave the guy a chance to express himself how he saw fit-- But surprise surprise, he shat all over it. Again.
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But surprise surprise, he shat all over it. Again.
Here, I got these from Monk. *flings wipes with unerring accuracy at all exposed anuses*
Trifle that one, Chica Supreme.
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Its linking to the Israeli Defense Forces for me.
I think I was more than reasonable, and gave the guy a chance to express himself how he saw fit-- But surprise surprise, he shat all over it. Again.
https://youtu.be/QkXeMoBPSDk
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Bwahahahahahahahaaaaaa
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Bwahahahahahahahaaaaaa
Be nice. Here: have a wipe.
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Hey, thanks for the baby wipe.
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https://youtu.be/QkXeMoBPSDk
WARNING! Morad is loose.
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WARNING! Morad is loose.
https://youtu.be/NY3DrA7tJFk?t=17
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Intelligence Report 28:
"I heard from a reliable source that Michael Decon and Azazal Morphine are both robot deep fakes.
Ask Tiger Lilly in EllGab or Morgud!"
Morgus now has hurt feelings. Lilly is deeply sickened in the fumes.
Commander Morad
(https://i.postimg.cc/tCs1f5tH/Capt-Erran-Morad.png) (https://postimages.org/)
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The Commander demands a retraction.
"Ah donk"
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The Commander demands a retraction.
(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSI6YZta4_NL1QFWIDBuzkVfcMUt5SjVtkqOw&usqp=CAU)(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/i6whjduJcFw/hqdefault.jpg)
Lighten up, Francis.
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Lighten up, Francis.
You should have seen the other recruit. Oh wait, he already erased the graffiti. All the same, a quiet surrender is accorded small thanks.
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a quiet surrender
For a Hungarian--I AM being quiet.
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Oh wait, he already erased the graffiti.
Wait? I don't wanna wait. I can't wait. All these text messages from a year ago that I am re-emailing to myself over the open web simply aren't going to mail themselves.
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It's Gone !!!
But my love for Mister Crackleford will remain forever. Mister? Shouldn't he be knighted by now?
“Sir Bugsy Crackleford”
I won't lie: it's got a nice ring to it.
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(https://i.postimg.cc/JhYhfK4S/Rubini-Gab13-Mar2022.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/bvZPtPpF/Metronome.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
https://youtu.be/Uc2S3zOJAHI
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https://youtu.be/e-AZ_S6lI54
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I drive him off as I would a diseased dog
It's got a nice beat and I can dance to it. APPROVED
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Is there anything worse on a forum than an SCM Music Player that won't turn off? Somewhere a troll is smiling.
(https://i.postimg.cc/LsSff6Z4/DVR-0-Animated.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
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(https://i.postimg.cc/JhYhfK4S/Rubini-Gab13-Mar2022.png) (https://postimages.org/)(https://i.postimg.cc/bvZPtPpF/Metronome.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
This turd is still festering in the open.
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Is there anything worse on a forum than needles?
Not really.
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Lighten up, Francis.
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Another stinky example of Rubini screwing the circle of suckers in his midst.
https://youtu.be/3airsGkMyO4
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Too nicely phrased and eloquent for a swamp ass.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Boys_(TV_series)
Et tu, Brute?
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If anyone deserves to be charged and criminally indicted for DOXXING on the internet, there is no better outright felon than the one and only DAVID VINCENT RUBINI. His current work is plain and simply criminal.
Is Doxxing Illegal?
Yes, doxxing can be considered a crime for multiple reasons. Doxxing can often be seen as a form of harassment. If doxxing is used to intimidate or harass someone, it is illegal in the United States. When someone is doxxed for a reason other than harassment or intimidation, it becomes a crime if the perpetrator used illegal methods to obtain the information.
There is no federal law that makes what is considered doxxing explicitly illegal. But there is a law that makes stalking a federal crime, and doxxing may very well apply. In 18 U.S. Code § 2261A it states:
“Whoever—
(2) with the intent to kill, injure, harass, intimidate, or place under surveillance with intent to kill, injure, harass, or intimidate another person, uses the mail, any interactive computer service or electronic communication service or electronic communication system of interstate commerce, or any other facility of interstate or foreign commerce to engage in a course of conduct that—
(A) places that person in reasonable fear of the death of or serious bodily injury to a person, a pet, a service animal, an emotional support animal, or a horse described in clause (i), (ii), (iii), or (iv) of paragraph (1)(A); or
(B) causes, attempts to cause, or would be reasonably expected to cause substantial emotional distress to a person described in clause (i), (ii), or (iii) of paragraph (1)(A),
shall be punished as provided in section 2261(b) of this title.”
While doxxing may not explicitly be a crime on its own, it often leads to a crime being committed. Doxxing can be considered stalking, cyberstalking, or harassment and could also potentially involve extortion.
https://felonies.org/is-doxxing-illegal-personal-information-revealed-online/
Get your legal team together, Commander. You will need them all.
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the one and only
*Slow, steady blinking.*
Dude, are you for real right now? Are you telling me that no one has told you? Are you frontin’ like you couldn't figure it out already... and, haven't?
The case made it to “Level R I C.O. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Racketeer_Influenced_and_Corrupt_Organizations_Act)“, months ago. I know it, and now you know it, and before I decided to openly post that nice little factoid on The Internet... local dogs and cats around here knew it too. Anyone paying attention—and, They have—could have easily figured this out as quickly as I did, probably easier, especially if they haven't been kidnapped from their home at gunpoint lately.
His current work is plain and simply criminal.
Current? Well, I don't think it's that bad, I think he and she have chemistry. I like the show. It seems to be growing organically. I think it can go places—especially if somebody refills Angie's {PROT:a_commonly_prescribed_therapuetic_psychostimulant} scrip.
(IANAD, but my vote would be for captagon. That sounds like a recipe for greatness.)
That being said, I honestly think he flipped States’ quite a while ago. There was a while when he kind of vanished for a while, and then came back real happy, acting all redeemed and shit. That was back when I think he thought I was still be a easy piece to remove from the gameboard.
Clearly: I am not, and if any of you were ever wondering why Dr. Guillotine’s invention was so praised, tears shed in this thread are a Prime example of why.
Get your legal team together, Commander. You will need them all.
He'll need to feed them all surf ‘N’ turf for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, too. Hopefully I'll have enough girlfriends by next Christmas that we can all pitch in together and buy him a gift certificate for Red Lobster.
Damn, that reminds me... I need my half of the glasses. (The half that will help Me, C-Rite.) Oh well: FIVE MORE WEEKS REMAIN.
Don't worry Colin: somehow, I will totesmanage. Now, if you all can excuse me, I have to catch up on some other correspondence. Busy busy busy, work work, balls and trolls, no moles--ALL BALLS.
no better outright felon
#1) the fucking loser who took my phone;
#2) they even bigger loser who took my Google Pixel 6—I'm coming for your winter ski chalet, your summer beach house, & your fuckin’ fleet of Jet Skis, Buddy;
#3) the monstrous dumbass that gave her that stupid fucking hat. My actual nigga: actual please.
Trust me, these days: this is a protein— & target–rich environment for felony prosecution. Big money! Big prizes!
I LOVE IT. *thunderclap & smoke; exit*
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Current? Well, I don't think it's that bad
DOXXING! Focus on his current work (https://www.rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=2112.msg3526;topicseen#msg3526).
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Focus on his current
Look, Champ: the first time I was ever hit on by a male and I actually had to think it over, because I was actually flattered... was when a guy named Thor did it. Naturally, I didn't see him much after it became perfectly apparent that I wasn't interested in being friends with his penis. (With any penis, honestly, I obviously don't even really like my own.) Didn't care cool artist, impressive hammer, or ability to play backgammon.. oh, you want to fuck me? Hrrm. Well, sorry dude, we probably shouldn't hang out any more. And, we didn't. It was a different time. It was a different place. He had a dog that would have killed him if he were found to be molesting or manipulating me unfairly... and he knew it. (Dogs don't love me--they adore me. Because, I can listen.) He probably still misses the one that got away... quite a few people do. Quite apparently.
Having said that, I certainly made friends with his... electrical current. Now, why do I mention this anecdote?
It's because I want you to understand what happens these days when I am told what to do... it's the same thing that happens to every other toad.
Also: I'm Bloodline now, both by dint of birth -&- by technicality. Surprise, here comes your Equinox to make everything right as rain. (Talk about holding a grudge; you know, those boots were literally caked in shit, and the fucker knew he was ripping me off. What an Allhose.) Long story short, I'll focus on any goddam thing I want to, Buddy, so start now, avoid the rush: get used to dealing with that.
e.o.l.
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DOXXING!
Slanderette #1: Her name starts with the letter A and her birthday is in a week. Several of you here know her. She's pretty goddam salty. And, you know why?
#1) I was right, she was wrong.
#2) NO interest in becoming entangled in her bullshit machinations... right now.
#3) NO MATTER what happened, I made that woman wait, and in the interim, she ended up in a goddam padded cell with a straitjacket. Just like I warned her would happen. Because the fact is, she made it sound like I was the reprobate drug fiend... but no, that was her, and she was pissed because I refused to enable her, and I was just sitting at home alone, getting my drink on and my smoke on while perusing BellGab. And then... that was The Day, that Love Came To Town, doxxing ME.
#4) And I don't remember any of you shithead fucknutters getting any concerned about the violation of -my- civil rights. So, why is that, and what makes you think I give a single, solitary shit about any of David's alleged malfeasance? Hell, at least he took my wife--nigga please, I probably owe him a favor.
#5) Long story short: don't tell me what to focus on. You wouldn't like it if I focused on your mother, right? Good, I'll open with that, and then move directly on explaining to her how she let an Eddie Haskell ooze out of her cooze. Hell, she'd probably love to send you to Dr. Drew's Ivory Tower and hire me to replace you, Double-Fist of The Rocky Mountains Oyster Star Fantasy Football League... or whatever the fuck it is you're up to, Jesus, I seriously have no idea... and never, in fact, did. I do like your name though. It's got zazz.
But, she would. Heh heh. *zap*
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If anyone deserves to be charged and criminally indicted for DOXXING on the internet, there is no better outright felon than the one and only DAVID VINCENT RUBINI. His current work is plain and simply criminal.
https://felonies.org/is-doxxing-illegal-personal-information-revealed-online/
Get your legal team together, Commander. You will need them all.
*winks*
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Slanderette #1: Her name starts with the letter A and her birthday is in a week. Several of you here know her. She's pretty goddam salty. And, you know why?
#1) I was right, she was wrong.
#2) NO interest in becoming entangled in her bullshit machinations... right now.
#3) NO MATTER what happened, I made that woman wait, and in the interim, she ended up in a goddam padded cell with a straitjacket. Just like I warned her would happen. Because the fact is, she made it sound like I was the reprobate drug fiend... but no, that was her, and she was pissed because I refused to enable her, and I was just sitting at home alone, getting my drink on and my smoke on while perusing BellGab. And then... that was The Day, that Love Came To Town, doxxing ME.
#4) And I don't remember any of you shithead fucknutters getting any concerned about the violation of -my- civil rights. So, why is that, and what makes you think I give a single, solitary shit about any of David's alleged malfeasance? Hell, at least he took my wife--nigga please, I probably owe him a favor.
#5) Long story short: don't tell me what to focus on. You wouldn't like it if I focused on your mother, right? Good, I'll open with that, and then move directly on explaining to her how she let an Eddie Haskell ooze out of her cooze. Hell, she'd probably love to send you to Dr. Drew's Ivory Tower and hire me to replace you, Double-Fist of The Rocky Mountains Oyster Star Fantasy Football League... or whatever the fuck it is you're up to, Jesus, I seriously have no idea... and never, in fact, did. I do like your name though. It's got zazz.
But, she would. Heh heh. *zap*
It isn't all about you all of the time! Damn!
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*Slow, steady blinking.*
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Literally: I am more cool than this. Hey, that reminds me, I haven't seen that new movie yet. I'm gonna use that line today, after I get back from my upcomingly scheduled reverse baptism at church.
Not actually kidding about any of it.
It isn't all about you all of the time! Damn!
/flex
Welcome to The Next Level, Kiddo.
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Literally: I am more cool than this. Hey, that reminds me, I haven't seen that new movie yet. I'm gonna use that line today, after I get back from my upcomingly scheduled reverse baptism at church.
Not actually kidding about any of it.
/flex
Welcome to The Next Level, Kiddo.
Muah 💋
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*winks*
Does your robot eye take pictures when you put your hand against the side of your skull, like the one the cyborg in the novel Cyborg had? Yeah, mine neither, but I never understood what was so cool about Steve Austin's bionic eye, until I found out... it was unlikely to have been desired by the producers of The Six Million Dollar Man TV show to have foreshadowed to the audience how useful such a prosthetic would be to, say, a clandestine agent assigned to gather intelligence about Sasquatch.
Oh yeah, and in case you were wondering why that show turned into that in the final season: I have a... well, I don't wanna say that I received a revelation or anything, so I'll just call it a "hunch."
By the way, was that a left eye wink, a right eye wink, or a Third Eye wink? Asking for a friend who is into (blanks.) Don't answer, I just wanna be able to shut her ass down later when she inevitably asks about it a crass, monotonous, boorish tone of voice, usually beyond the range of human hearing, but, my dad was a sailor.
I come by my saltiness honestly. Word.
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Muah 💋
+1: Inspiring.
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his current work
https://www.idf.il/
... what?
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Lighten up, Francis.
GENTLEMEN
I PRESENT TO YOU
THE EM-50
URBAN ASSAULT VEHICLE
https://getyarn.io/yarn-clip/ed4e5b17-b261-4db3-a57c-5204547ff510
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Does your robot eye take pictures when you put your hand against the side of your skull, like the one the cyborg in the novel Cyborg had? Yeah, mine neither, but I never understood what was so cool about Steve Austin's bionic eye, until I found out... it was unlikely to have been desired by the producers of The Six Million Dollar Man TV show to have foreshadowed to the audience how useful such a prosthetic would be to, say, a clandestine agent assigned to gather intelligence about Sasquatch.
Oh yeah, and in case you were wondering why that show turned into that in the final season: I have a... well, I don't wanna say that I received a revelation or anything, so I'll just call it a "hunch."
By the way, was that a left eye wink, a right eye wink, or a Third Eye wink? Asking for a friend who is into (blanks.) Don't answer, I just wanna be able to shut her ass down later when she inevitably asks about it a crass, monotonous, boorish tone of voice, usually beyond the range of human hearing, but, my dad was a sailor.
I come by my saltiness honestly. Word.
The left eye 👁️ of course. You bet your sweet as I'm a turtle.
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SCHADENFREUDE.
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DOXXING! Focus on his current work (https://www.rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=2112.msg3526;topicseen#msg3526).
This doxxing was full blown and took about 2 minutes just to scroll through.
Of course, as soon as it was discovered on AzzGab, he pulled everything down like a SCHOOLBOY.
(https://i.postimg.cc/Fsks7fKY/Rg20-Mar.png) (https://postimg.cc/YhkwPCY7)
Is little Davey the baby in his family? The spoiled youngest child always begging for attention and demanding praise from everyone? We see you Davey.
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This doxxing was full blown and took about 2 minutes just to scroll through.
Of course, as soon as it was discovered on AzzGab, he pulled everything down like a SCHOOLBOY.
(https://i.postimg.cc/Fsks7fKY/Rg20-Mar.png) (https://postimg.cc/YhkwPCY7)
Is little Davey the baby in his family? The spoiled youngest child always begging for attention and demanding praise from everyone? We see you Davey.
Rubini is a limped dick faggot
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Rubini is a limped dick faggot
The best part about the little club that you and she can now become co-founding members of, is that I will -never- ask -either- of you for -any- information about your secret handshake. Now, that's discipline.
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This doxxing was full blown and took about 2 minutes just to scroll through.
Of course, as soon as it was discovered on AzzGab, he pulled everything down like a SCHOOLBOY.
[ul=https://postimg.cc/YhkwPCY7](https://i.postimg.cc/Fsks7fKY/Rg20-Mar.png)[/url]
Is little Davey the baby in his family? The spoiled youngest child always begging for attention and demanding praise from everyone? We see you Davey.
You get that this right here is, like... prima facie evidence of felony wire-stalking/harassment, right? I'd be fascinated if I hadn't seen these events unfolding in this identical way repeatedly for what is actually -years- now.
I am delighted to be, once again, totesuninvited. Whew. It is my sincere hope that at least some of you will now throughly understand my persnickety attitude over this whole fiasco--"No, I didn't say that, I said this, and here's why, okay, go back to your gaslight script, Maggot"--because while I do not know how much insulation still exists to cover my bare, exposed, extruded-candy-cane-frosting interior neurological wiring scheme is left--a fancier way of saying "my nerves are frayed" I likely couldn't come up with at this moment without resorting to the relentless, dreary tedium of interpretive dance--I do know that I don't really care one way or another whether either of you go to court or settle or make an auto-erotic-asphyxiation suicide pact, I mean, like, whatever--just leave me out of it.
You don't bother me--your circumstance, in collective, depresses me. What an absurd waste of time and money for everyone, except for me! Everyone in Europe hates you except for me! Now, listen: this song, is the best song ever written.
How can I say that? Rhetorically, which I consider to be a tool of the literary weak, but this one time, I will allow it without feeling down on myself.
Okay? Great. Now, spread the word that I am not interested in participating in a scavenger hunt for fake, bullshit evidence, and you all got played, punked, and phuckin' stung. Please think of alerting me when you re-schedule your upcoming sham wedding, as I would be more than happy to bake you a wedding cake with a nail file embedded in it. Two! Two files! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Remember to take a picture and then instantly claim it was a non-event so as to ensure that A Certain Someone gets instantly thrown under a bus... at first. By the way, that other guy, yeah, I took care of him too. You're welcome. Now, I really do think that is everything I have got that can be made available... for now.
I am prepared to be mistaken. Similarly, I am prepared to believe that I am somehow going to have to pay the power bill, but as I have done due diligence on that issue ("Hey, dude, the lights in your house are blazing? Whose idea was that?") and gotten zero signal back, I can pretty easily piece together a coherent picture.
Even without the smell of desperation in the air. It is the condition of the soul without faith. And it is readily detectable in the atmosphere here, for while my nose isn't perfect yet, there really is no more desperate notion than a gang of thieves slinking away from a perfectly good house in the dead of night without saying a word--except for one.
"Nevermore Emergency."
ALL TOGETHER NOW
"WHO'S EMERGENCY WAS IT?"
Now, that's gifting. And every day after--for me--has been yet another, and then some. Every day is goddam Christmas. AND IT'S SPRING.
Hey, anybody wanna go house shopping? Oh, wait, I can't ask here. That wouldn't be secure. There's obviously demons. Are you recording this? Are you sure? Let me get on Zoooooooooooooom.
he pulled everything down like a SCHOOLBOY.
If someone would like to find out who was involved in having one of my YouTube content dumps knocked offline with a no-warning instaban... on Christmas, while I was in custody, that would be great, because I would love to know who thought that my content was any threat to anyone, as well as, how they managed to get such an instantly timely response on that.
Obvious incriminating flattery is obvious, so, I am pretty sure I am clear what went on there. It's amazing what can happen when someone really puts their mind to making a positive result.
And, I did. Seriously, there is basically one thing I want out of that house, and it's not like I haven't wanted it for a long, long time. Sure, five more weeks, then trials, then the house stays empty and abandoned and off-limits the whole time... sure! Why not? It means nothing to me. And if she found anything that meant anything to me and didn't burn it or stab it with a knife, I'll be stunned. I am expecting nothing more than what I arrived at: a smoking ruin worth half a million bucks. It was -never- my house.
It was for them, for my benefit. Don't we all feel benefited now? I know I do. Really bored. You know, they say, there are no boring people, only people who have nothing else to do and are prevented from doing it by racist bullies. No, that's not it. How does that go again? I forget, but it ends with "and your mother is a whore."
I'm glad you both got to keep access to the other four properties that I totes knew nothing about. Yawn. I'll say this about wasting my life on my stupid little podcast and my meaningless walls of babble text that no one but worthless Bellgab trolls read... at least it makes doing my taxes a breeze.
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You get that this right here is, like... prima facie evidence of felony wire-stalking/harassment, right? I'd be fascinated if I hadn't seen these events unfolding in this identical way repeatedly for what is actually -years- now.
Getting close to Rubini is a sickness.
https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=2144.0
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Getting close to Rubini is a sickness.
https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=2144.0
https://youtu.be/b7X4T33YL48
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I'll say this about wasting my life on my stupid little podcast and my meaningless walls of babble text that no one but worthless Bellgab trolls read... at least it makes doing my taxes a breeze.
(http://www.1papacaio.com.br/images/pngs/disney/pooh-io/io-desenho-2103.png)
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Getting close to Rubini is a sickness.
https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=2144.0
This post has been removed, but we get the message.
DAVID RUBINI is a piece of work.
(https://i.postimg.cc/3NB1mcH7/RG21Mar.png) (https://postimg.cc/y3D0zndr)
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Any idea of who the lady in question is? ???
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Any idea of who the lady in question is? ???
https://youtu.be/0ud3uD2dYkY
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Any idea
https://youtu.be/LFN4NtioY8Q
https://youtu.be/8vESxCZe0HA
https://youtu.be/CRXyWtv-huc
https://youtu.be/U-mmbStFrAA
who the lady
https://youtu.be/3IQGew1p3CY
in question is? ???
Three educated hutches. One (1) bitchie little rabbit.
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*Slow, steady blinking begging for pardons.*:
[...]
#1) the fucking loser who took my phone;
#2) they (sic) even bigger loser who took my Google Pixel 6—I'm coming for your winter ski chalet, your summer beach house, & your fuckin’ fleet of Jet Skis, Buddy;
#3) the monstrous dumbass that gave her that stupid fucking hat. My actual nigga: actual please.
APPROVED. (it's in pencil)
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https://youtu.be/LFN4NtioY8Q
https://youtu.be/8vESxCZe0HA
https://youtu.be/CRXyWtv-huc
https://youtu.be/U-mmbStFrAA
https://youtu.be/3IQGew1p3CY
Three educated hutches. One (1) bitchie little rabbit.
Oh, of course! That explains it. ::)
Answered already, dufus. :D
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Oh, of course! That explains it. ::)
Humans achieved anti-grav propulsion in 1947, and visited The Moon, Luna, later that same year. In 1955, modern Humans went to Mars.
Answered already, dufus. :D
Fuck your couch
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Fuck your couch
I don’t have a couch. Visitors hang on hooks. It’s quite comfortable actually...for me.
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Humans achieved anti-grav propulsion in 1947, and visited The Moon, Luna, later that same year. In 1955, modern Humans went to Mars.
Tell me something I don’t know next. ::)
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Tell me something I don’t know next. ::)
Baby, I'm saving myself for marriage.
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Touching a tangible reality of fateful progress organically disguised while unnaturally protected is breathtakingly inspiring.
All will be revealed.
What has been done in the darkness is being brought into the light for those who once could see.
Ill gotten gains are only temporary, never deep nor valuable. Its fruit can not ever be harvested, even at fullest maturity. A surprise unrewarding revelation.
Counterfeit intentions only fools the foolish desires of the mind of the counterfeiter.
The solitary unimpressionables and enduring nobles are always on a special journey forcing unforseen forks that take them the longest way home.
We arrived.
Welcome to your eternal residence you unknowingly built.
Foundation.
Is the foundation strong?
I genuinely like what I am surveying.
I thank God.
I praise God.
#Solid. Stable. Immovable. Blessed.
Who wrote this? It wasn't ARTHUR Darth VADERSTEIN@RubiniGab IMO. As if he's a genius in his spare time!
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Who wrote this?
It's real Q. can confirm
Source: I wanted to repost it, but didn't
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It's real Q. can confirm
Source: I wanted to repost it, but didn't
Not buyin' it. That was too rich for his blood.
This is the real gravy. You can taste it.
http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=336.0
(https://i.postimg.cc/SxF7Qk6z/3P7DV9s.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/HVz7BGPp)
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can confirm
Source: I wanted to repost it, but didn't
(https://64.media.tumblr.com/e3cc8189fd270389a017d40e09083ac9/tumblr_inline_pag5nvwPue1sqwhx7_500.png)
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You get that this right here is, like... prima facie evidence of felony wire-stalking/harassment, right?
(https://external-preview.redd.it/9v7pE5Q-E8NLGaEe4C-rWVRY0aGV9lj5u--FRNQrkOw.jpg?auto=webp&s=b1c6cb2ba6b4d3d0361de81aae5d8f3645a9a1d3)
Yeah.
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This is the real gravy. You can taste it.
The_Q are, in fact... reconvening. I gave them a friendly, “Hello!” and then told them I was busy with something else, it seems like I was understood (don't get me wrong, I'd love to go back to the memewar on 4chan, however—dirty duty does sometimes call).
(https://i.postimg.cc/SxF7Qk6z/3P7DV9s.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/HVz7BGPp)
You watch a lot of people while they sleep. Do you think it's helping you compensate for something? I #Blocked any D’Jinni contact last week, or else I'd burn one of my few remaining wishes on asking to find out.
I wanna know—that bad. Imagine the relentless abdominal seething.
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Any idea of who the lady in question is? ???
Let me put it this way: I just found out last night what the hell those two were so pissed off at each other about... and, it sure makes sense. I'll have to wait a few weeks before I can confirm, and they would be rude to not wait, but I've really been satisfied with the results of my recent investigations.
I don't want to inadvertently reveal any ways or means, or proprietary information, on- -or- off- the corporate conglomerate level, or cause anybody to kill themselves in abject, suicidal despair when they realize that Jackstar knows everything and he's on The Internet laughing at them about it. I wouldn't want to do that. I've been teased and bullied before, I know how badly it can hurt when done to a child.
I don't know how bad it hurts when it's done to a pair of grown-ass 50-year-old nincompoops, but that's okay, I can still err on the side of compassion.
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I just found out last night what the hell those two were so pissed off at each other about
More, after the break. And when I finish having all these multiple orgasms in my brain. I wasn't even looking for this info. It just fell into my lap, like Columbo at an underage wet t-shirt contest.
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Any idea of who the lady in question is? ???
So far, all I got--this isn't high on my action list, but I have curiosities as well--is that this must be the burner ID for the composite that (PROT) & (PROT) were supposedly gonna use to reel me back in (just massively when I thought I was all rolleyes done), but which of course crashed and cindered shortly after take-off... since both of them at least kinda like me and have a modicum of respect for themselves.
I'd prefer not to openly speculate too much further, given that I'm not looking to -completely- embarrass anyone to death, and besides, far be it from me to be involved in that kind of retributive attitude. (Besides, trust Me: if embarrassment could kill a person, I'd be way beyond dead & buried by now.) So, I'm going with, for now, the idea that a Completely Artificial Person (C.A.P.) was "doxxed," which is why it isn't felony wire fraud, why it doesn't ultimately really matter, and why the whole "doxxing" phenomenon has always been about, and correct me if I am wrong here, but it's all been thinly-veiled attempts to send coercive messages to various targets in the field, without having to go through the tedious exercise of making one's email archive into a hoard of self-incrimination.
I am unfamiliar, uninvited, and totesdon'tgiveashit wtaf these half-tard monkey fuckheads are up to... I mean, curious, yeah? However, I have my own life to lead--I have an actual life, People--and as much as I would like to sit around and casually satisfy my most trivial of curious urges while I wait for my two (2) trials to begin... I mean, fuck that. It's Spring. I have shit to do, and these anabolic steroids aren't going to inject themselves--or, if they are, they're not going to do it where I would prefer, that's for sure.
I have been excommunicated from The_Church_Of_Rubini for many days now, ever since the last time he rang me up to holler violent statements about violence at me. The poor bastard, honestly. He just can't figure it out--he figures I must have some secret gang, like he does, or have access to some secret, high-falutin' technology, like he does, or have a big swimming pool filled with Krugrerrands, like Scrooge McDuck does... but, no, not really, not at all. I don't have any of that.
What I do have, is the mandate of Heaven, my Will, and The Way. Seriously, Kids, stand back, you don't wanna lose the end of one of your toes, or--worse--the end of your {PROFANE_SLANG:"a body part that handles secretions"}. Trust Me, my insurance won't cover that, and I won't even feel guilty. Believe it.
Next time I see (PROT) I will ask him more--I don't wanna bother the other one with it, as I am sure that if there more that I should know I would have heard it by now, but all I got was a, "I am uncertain what should be done next," which has rocketed to my personal Billboard Hot 100 of quotes I like to hear people saying out loud when they have thoroughly chapped my ass, which I didn't even know I needed my own, personally--I was always just copying off of someone else's in study hall.
That reminds me. Best hall: study, mess, or Monty? Discuss.
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Let me put it this way: I just found out last night what the hell those two were so pissed off at each other about... and, it sure makes sense.
To be utterly crystal clear: what they were pissed off at each other about in December 2020. Since then, I have been--as they say--"out of the loop," and I don't know if they are in comms or at war or have settled or... well, anything at all, really. Which is great, since it is none of my goddam business, that's for sure, lol. (I'm kinda embarassed that I figured it out and couldn't have been simply... you know, "told," but that's okay, I would have been too embarassed to speak as well, and of course, way back then, it was still conceivable that I might take myself out, like, in front of a police car, or in front of an ambulance, or in front of a fire engine... "Whoops! Another victim of suicide. Too bad, this one looks like a real gentleman. Hey, that's weird--did he scalp himself to death, or did someone come and take it later? Oh, wait--that's not a scalp, that's... *click* DISPATCH, CIRCLE THE WAGONS, WE GOT A--") Honestly, I probably will never need to bring it up again, at least until someone else starts "stirring up crap," which I am now purpose-built, reflex-trained, and post-traumatically invested in shutting that shit the fuck down whenever I come across that kind of thing. In fact, that's what I am doing now! How am I doing, Coach? Can I start chanting "Rudy! Rudy!" now? I thought I read on the syllabus that we weren't going to chant about Rudy, but... well, I don't think it can hurt to ask. Can it? Wait--DON'T LASAGNA ME, SIS *crash*
And, scene. Now, here in the real world, I gotta wait another 5-6 weeks to get any opportunity to get the truth from the source of this knowledge... and you know, by then, I may well have completely forgotten about it. That being said, lol, I can't wait for the hypnotist I ordered from The Volga to get here.
Hopefully she won't get trafficked by Schwarzenegger. You know his type. Austrians. Eewww, gross. Anyway, I paid extra for an ugly one, so, fingers very crossed.
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No way around it, DAVID RUBINI is as Mad as a Hatter. Everyone is invited to the party, but he and the March Hare* will only try to douse you in the urinal.
(https://i.postimg.cc/FKJwrSzb/Tea-Party.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
*J★
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No way around it, DAVID RUBINI is as Mad as a Hatter. [...] *J★
What fresh Hell is this?
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What fresh Hell is this?
Some asshole keeps calling.
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Some asshole keeps calling.
https://www.coasttocoastam.com/article/tennessee-man-arrested-for-firing-shotgun-at-telepathic-aliens/
Try this guy. He's ready.
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Some asshole keeps calling.
(https://posts-cdn.kueez.net/opzcvCL9th8hXBiu/image-9TJHNMwiQrgPlBky.jpg)
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Remember: he's got an imposter of me as his catamite.
Hi, Keith!!!
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It's real Q. can confirm
Source: I wanted to repost it, but didn't
(https://i.imgur.com/vmAjNrE.gif)
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Not buyin' it. That was too rich for his blood.
This is the real gravy. You can taste it.
http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=336.0
(https://i.postimg.cc/SxF7Qk6z/3P7DV9s.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/HVz7BGPp)
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(https://i.imgur.com/FJHLMze.png)
Seems legit.
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(https://i.imgur.com/FJHLMze.png)
Seems legit.
https://youtu.be/cJVewWbeBiY
#LEGIT
#WINNING
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So if "Matt from Texas" was the only one who stood up for you in your time of need, what exactly was I doing on a round table with you - making amends - for?
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So if "Matt from Texas" was the only one who stood up for you in your time of need, what exactly was I doing on a round table with you - making amends - for?
I said thank you.. I disavowed you being a ped.. whadda ya want, a 🍪 ?
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Seriously , dude, I’m almost as sick of your manufactured dramas as I am covid regulations. Why don’t you just give me a nice paper cut and then pour some lemon juice on it too? ::)
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Seriously , dude, I’m almost as sick of your manufactured dramas as I am covid regulations. Why don’t you just give me a nice paper cut and then pour some lemon juice on it too? ::)
manufactured dramas
Jesus, Azzerae, just shelve this sock. Everybody knows .. even Mark.
Who's "Mark" ya ask? 🤔
You thought it was muah... but I am about to speak with your demented hero and you were programmed by the Marker who markss-a-lot. Lit. LOT. GO READ GENESIS AND BURN 🔥 YOUR BOOKS.
FYI. The ped in the cave story who flies away with Charlotte's Web and the spider... and 🐖 etc. 3rd grade shit.
SINCERELY,
Mr. Hamam Magnoon
https://youtu.be/nxD4K4Dy_ts
#FuckYouPunk!
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Why did I create three threads with David Rubini's name in them right before she left—AND, AFTER HE TOLD ME TO CREATE ONE THREAD, ONE THREAD ONLY VASILY, AND — BOY HOWDY — DID HE FREAK THE FUCK OUT WHEN I MADE THREE. WHAT AN ALLHOSE. I don't know why; probably some Gay Mafia Code thing.
I pretty much just do what I'm told around here. cosined, Her/Him/*lickIT*
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Jesus, Azzerae, just shelve this sock. Everybody knows .. even Mark.
Who's "Mark" ya ask? 🤔
You thought it was muah... but I am about to speak with your demented hero and you were programmed by the Marker who markss-a-lot. Lit. LOT. GO READ GENESIS AND BURN 🔥 YOUR BOOKS.
FYI. The ped in the cave story who flies away with Charlotte's Web and the spider... and 🐖 etc. 3rd grade shit.
SINCERELY,
Mr. Hamam Magnoon
https://youtu.be/nxD4K4Dy_ts
#FuckYouPunk!
Stay out of my thread, witch.
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Stay out of my thread, witch.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Inpem_mwo2o
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Who's "Mark" ya ask? 🤔
Asking about the identities of mindslaves, like resorting to rhetorical questions on a routine basis, reduces perceived images of potency. Hard pass.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Inpem_mwo2o
A four minute and 31 second video? That's too much of a commitment for my short attention span, Baby. Hard lacrosse pass.
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3rd grade shit
Of course by that you mean... THIS MEANS PROVEN TECHNOLOGIES FOR ME TO INNOVATE & IMPROVE UPON.
I'll be in the shower converting it into a home sauna if anybody needs me.
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A four minute and 31 second video? That's too much of a commitment for my short attention span, Baby. Hard lacrosse pass.
Fine! Don’t accept my solidarity and continue being a contrairian dickweed. That’s ultimately what I wanted, anyway. You can’t win. Muhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! 😆
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Of course by that you mean... THIS MEANS PROVEN TECHNOLOGIES FOR ME TO INNOVATE & IMPROVE UPON.
I'll be in the shower converting it into a home sauna if anybody needs me.
https://youtu.be/-1F7vaNP9w0
https://youtu.be/j7OHG7tHrNM
#WINNINGtoo😌EZNOW
#BORED
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https://youtu.be/-1F7vaNP9w0
https://youtu.be/j7OHG7tHrNM
#WINNINGtoo😌EZNOW
#BORED
#AmerigoVespucci
#MudFlood
#FlatEarth
#QMermaidsRCanadianWhiteTrashWHORES
🇺🇸
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Fine! Don’t accept my solidarity and continue being a contrairian dickweed. That’s ultimately what I wanted, anyway. You can’t win. Muhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! 😆
Duh! I win when I "lose" in the eyes of LOSERS, LASER.
#OhJesus
#KidLate2HisOwnParty
#sads
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Fine! Don’t accept my solidarity and continue being a contrairian dickweed. That’s ultimately what I wanted, anyway. You can’t win. Muhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! 😆
But seriously, Jack, I’ve met with my marketing team and we think the thing that will really put you over the top with the public and, more importantly, with the public imagination, is for you to release your own signature fragrance; and we have the perfect name for it: Kuczi Kool
Imagine, if you will, a slow zoom in on a guy finishing up getting ready to go out on a Friday night.
Voiceover: It’s Friday night. You’re lookin fine and feelin alright. But are you really ready to go, Punyling? You may think you are but you’re not cool until you’re Kuczi cool.
Guy picks up your cologne and sprays some on. Takes one last look in the mirror and smiles before he turns out the light and leaves.
Voiceover: Kuczi Kool. A whole new level of cool.
Disclaimer: May cause extreme cognitive dissonance.
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But seriously, Jack, I’ve met with my marketing team
Wipe your chin.
Disclaimer: May cause extreme cognitive dissonance.
Actual literal tldr *SUBMIT*
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Wipe your chin.
Actual literal tldr *SUBMIT*
AND I'M TURNING MY PHONE OFF AND SINGING KARAOKE
NOT EVEN FUCKING KIDDING
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Wipe your chin.
Actual literal tldr *SUBMIT*
Sure, run away from your destiny like a little child. Sad. ::)
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Sure, run away from your destiny like a little child. Sad. ::)
https://youtu.be/lXAdAa4ZuuY
#MikeyAbusedDaddy
#goooooal
#DutchBoy
#Skippy
#Spence
#Cucks
#sads
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#MikeyAbusedDaddy
Wanna try me? DO IT.
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HOTFIX: We pronounce the word "adrenaline" differently now.
HOTFIX: Clan-sponsored vorpal strikes are hereby AUTHORIZED. (Good hunting, Boys.)
HOTFIX: You're off the team(s), Fuck-).
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Wanna try me? DO IT.
Yeah, I think you’re warming to my cologne idea now [rubs hands together].
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my cologne idea
Is it made from certain rare, hard challenging-to-procure glandular secretions? please say yes in code(s) please say yes in (kode)
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Is it made from certain rare, hard-to-procure glandular secretions? please say yes in code(s) please say yes in (kodes)
Blink...blink, blink...
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Blink...blink, blink...
Well, I'm a little rusty at this, but... all I got is "R." Capital R. Request re-send transmittal.
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« Reply #1452 on: Today at 18:39:55 »
You're not alot better than this - but, you arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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#Spence
Cinders. #getusedtoteats
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Well, I'm a little rusty at this, but... all I got is "R." Capital R. Request re-send transmittal.
Alright, I’m holding my right semaphore flag up over my head and the left is at three o’clock.
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But seriously, Jack, I’ve met with my marketing team and we think the thing that will really put you over the top with the public and, more importantly, with the public imagination, is for you to release your own signature fragrance; and we have the perfect name for it: Kuczi Kool
Imagine, if you will, a slow zoom in on a guy finishing up getting ready to go out on a Friday night.
Voiceover: It’s Friday night. You’re lookin fine and feelin alright. But are you really ready to go, Punyling? You may think you are but you’re not cool until you’re Kuczi cool.
Guy picks up your cologne and sprays some on. Takes one last look in the mirror and smiles before he turns out the light and leaves.
Voiceover: Kuczi Kool. A whole new level of cool.
Disclaimer: May cause extreme cognitive dissonance.
Hey Bot Ell!
It's Gone !!!
(https://i.postimg.cc/wTF0Z2p2/rrubiinii.gif)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PntDI9QKqx0
From Bot 'Cooze' Ell moments ago..
https://youtu.be/9QS0q3mGPGg
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Hey Bot Ell!
You're clear—CLEAR—that the problem was not the sexual (blank), but the fact that she fell for a fucking loser like you while I fucking warned her RIGHT FROM DAY ONE, RIGHT?
She may never recover. And it's all on you. Kudosi.
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Hey Bot Ell!
From Bot 'Cooze' Ell moments ago..
So, your whole shtick is accusing people of being other people? Doesn’t it get boring for you like it does for everyone else? ???
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From Bot 'Cooze' Ell moments ago..
Personalized monogrammed invite or no one cares, Fuck–0. You can sit in your back closet masturbating to cringe anime reboots of Bluebeard while masturbating to santeria all you want, Fuck-Yip; but until you're doing it in public, you can kiss my ass until it's black and blue and purple all over AND SHIT ALL OVER READHEAD.
Fuckin’ try me. Do it. My body is ready.
You never scared me, Boss.
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So, your whole schtick
My shtick is augmented.
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You're clear—CLEAR—that the problem was not the sexual (blank), but the fact that she fell for a fucking loser like you while I fucking warned her RIGHT FROM DAY ONE, RIGHT?
She may never recover. And it's all on you. Kudosi.
Guys...guys...guys...Whoa! You’re arguing over a manipulative, lying ho who’s way past her prime anyway when you could be celebrating with two 25 year olds (as opposed to one bitter 50 year old). Let that sink in.
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My shtick is augmented.
Imma call you spellcheck from now on. :D
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Doesn’t it get bring for you
I'm blacklisted. You couldn't bring me a Michelina's frozen fish dinner, even if you cared to. Sad!!!
Not that I care, but nevertheless I'm on full on in full-on relapse (*polite_cough*), and can't buy procure shit so don't get too impressed with Me, Mushroom-Mouth.
EDIT: you get a period
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Guys...guys...guys...Whoa! You’re arguing over a manipulative, lying ho who’s way past her prime anyway when you could be celebrating with two 25 year olds (as opposed to one bitter 50 year old). Let that sink in.
My "Marketing Team"
HAHAHA!
#Poser
Azzerae.. Alastair Laird
I think your "character" sux
Your characters are used.. now abused.
#Poser
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Imma call you spellcheck from now on. :D
Approved. A strict upgrade over “Fuckstick,“ let me tell you. Solid.
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My "Marketing Team"
HAHAHA!
#Poser
[...]
#Poser
Consider your own.
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Your characters are used.. now abused.
PARDON ME NEIGHBOR MAY I BORROW A CUP OF SUGAR & YOUR NAKED PICTURES OF BEA ARTHUR PLEASE
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My "Marketing Team"
HAHAHA!
#Poser
Azzerae.. Alastair Laird
I think your "character" sux
Your characters are used.. now abused.
#Poser
At least I have character, unlike you. ::)
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At least I have character, unlike you. ::)
Rolleyes present. *dhwg*
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My "Marketing Team"
HAHAHA!
#Poser
Azzerae.. Alastair Laird
I think your "character" sux
Your characters are used.. now abused.
#Poser
What? Now I’m Azz? I thought I was Bart Ell a minute ago...and before that Laser? I can’t keep track anymore. :-\
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You’re arguing over a manipulative, lying ho
You really haven't been read in, have you? Disheartening!11
I can’t keep track anymore. :-\
Relax. I am here to only* help.
*: “maybe” something else
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What? Now I’m Azz?
This is how DID starts. Relax. We got (y)ou.
So do I, so I do. SEW MUTTONS
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Cinders. #getusedtoteats
#incestualYouTubeSpookFamily
#QisJustTheirBEARDLook = seriously LOOK!
#irs/FU/FEDERALBUREAUofIntoxication
#PizzaRave
#GypsyFamily
#MansonsKidz
#TheEvilGenes
#Shaw
#Kuczi
#knudsen
#Roscoe
#QuietWyatt
#LairdLardazz
#Allen
#Censored
#nepotisim
#OFFICIAL
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I have character
Good intentions.
, unlike you. ::)
What do I have? Be specific. I'm dying.
At least I have character, unlike you. ::)
Aw, shucks.
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What? Now I’m Azz? I thought I was Bart Ell a minute ago...and before that Laser? I can’t keep track anymore. :-\
Oh my Admin... you "shuffled" your puzzle pieces !
BUSTED!
(https://i.imgur.com/19hGxyf.gif)
HIT THE SHOWERS ROOKIE!
You can be anybody someday!
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#nepotisim
#OFFICIAL
There is nothing new under the sun.
But there is... a new Network.
COMING MAY 2022
KOUNT ON IT, LICH.
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You can be anybody someday!
Unlike you, Lothario.
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You can be anybody someday!
I already am.
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I already am.
Baby: that's not (You.) Go home for dinner. /fluxhuggleflex
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#incestualYouTubeSpookFamily
#QisJustTheirBEARDLook = seriously LOOK!
#irs/FU/FEDERALBUREAUofIntoxication
#PizzaRave
#GypsyFamily
#MansonsKidz
#TheEvilGenes
#Shaw
#Kuczi
#knudsen
#Roscoe
#QuietWyatt
#LairdLardazz
#Allen
#Censored
#nepotisim
#OFFICIAL
https://youtu.be/eqYKvSRvu28
https://youtu.be/9QS0q3mGPGg
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I already am.
Buy more supplies.
#Subs!
I think your FAMILY 👪 IS PROUD!
WAY 2 GO EVIL 😈 FAMILY!
I FUCKED YOUR FAMILY GOOD!
Your 👪 fucked with the wrong Jewbini.
A whole family of stupid criminals expose themselves on Easter to me!
HAHAHA!
https://youtu.be/eqYKvSRvu28
https://youtu.be/9QS0q3mGPGg
#FuckYourFamily!
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Buy more supplies.
#Subs!
I think your FAMILY 👪 IS PROUD!
WAY 2 GO EVIL 😈 FAMILY!
I FUCKED YOUR FAMILY GOOD!
Your 👪 fucked with the wrong Jewbini.
A whole family of stupid criminals expose themselves on Easter to me!
HAHAHA!
https://youtu.be/eqYKvSRvu28
https://youtu.be/9QS0q3mGPGg
#FuckYourFamily!
#incestualYouTubeSpookFamily
#QisJustTheirBEARDLook = seriously LOOK!
#irs/FU/FEDERALBUREAUofIntoxication
#PizzaRave
#GypsyFamily
#MansonsKidz
#TheEvilGenes
#Shaw
#Kuczi
#knudsen
#Roscoe
#QuietWyatt
#LairdLardazz
#Allen
#Censored
#nepotisim
#OFFICIAL
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Three out of 17 isn't bad for a half-wop, half-Conquistador, fucked-off kikemind mindslave kikeslave; not going to lie. Kudosi.
hxxps://youtu.be/eqYKvSRvu28
hxxps://youtu.be/9QS0q3mGPGg
I don't follow kikelinks. Sorry
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I FUCKED YOUR FAMILY GOOD!
[...]
#FuckYourFamily!
Good! I hope you gave them all HSV-2, too; especially the baby in the womb.
NOT ACTUALLY KIDDING. HELLO JUDGES
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Buy more supplies.
All the needles The Thuggie Spooks left behind are ready. Shrug.
Board now.
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Buy more supplies.
#Subs!
I think your FAMILY 👪 IS PROUD!
WAY 2 GO EVIL 😈 FAMILY!
I FUCKED YOUR FAMILY GOOD!
Your 👪 fucked with the wrong Jewbini.
A whole family of stupid criminals expose themselves on Easter to me!
HAHAHA!
#FuckYourFamily!
You’re delusional...and a moron.
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I think your FAMILY 👪 IS PROUD!
They're literally all dead. Let that sink, in you stupid M.O.S.S.A.D. kunt.
A Man with nothing to left lose is your worst nightmare; and, I AM WORSE THAN THAT.
NO DEALS.
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You’re delusional...and a moron.
I started this way period /huggles
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HELLO JUDGES
What? What? I'm not contacting anyone.
By the way.. you're pretty hot, prettygoddamhot, in those robes, you want to suck my dick later? I mean later, after both trials, Judge Nigger-Bitch. Do you like it when I call you “Judge Nigger-Bitch“? I bet you fuckin’ do. I bet those fucking robes are fucking swimmin’ in it, a–rite ‘bout now. Wash off the clown makeup first, ChicaBitch.
I'll be in solitary rethinking My Life choices if anybody needs me, Gentle Central Line Thorazine Drip
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Gentle Central Line Thorazine Drip
You’re not cool until you’re Kuczi Kool. 8)
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You’re not cool until you’re Kuczi Kool. 8)
Leaving a good looking corpse.
ONE JOB.
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Three out of 17 isn't bad for a half-wop, half-Conquistador, fucked-off kikemind mindslave kikeslave; not going to lie. Kudosi.
I don't follow kikelinks. Sorry
And I don't give a shit what you do to any of them fucking make them dope whores in goddam Taiwanese for all I give a fuck
They're worth the shit they wouldn't have betrayed me, or you. Enjoy, Peanut Sack
https://youtu.be/w_57AxfDKbg
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https://youtu.be/S7blkui3nQc
Your relative Next Door... MARK
HE IS TURNING YOU IN!
YOUR FAMILY 👪 HAS TURNED !
#CAN I BORROW SUGAR?
#COFFEE WITH EXTRA FLAKES
#MEXICANTEARS
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndIGqmmdaPk
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yah yah yah
I have one question, just one: "Is this worth turning off The Cure for?"
I'm not taking my answer off the air for a friend. Let's make that clear.
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Whatta mensch.
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Don't bother building a fort, Fuck–0. You are f****** beyond f*****’ done.
Also, your sister is cute. Tell her to watch that weight, and keep that firm body, and we might be able to work something out later.
You will still be a little c****** b**** living in your goddam country kyntu county b**** Aunt f*** goddamn root cellar though... count on it.
Semper Fi you f****** c*** rock f*** foo doping f*** head
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVfSFc6LM_w
note: dog included
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I banned that faggot for doxxing.
Revenge post (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1748.msg4016#msg4016). But is Rubini outsourcing again? And who or what is E.D.?
Devouring minds want to know.
(https://i.postimg.cc/FH9kZp2Q/mc5rMzu.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
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Who or what is E.D.?
*shrugs*
(https://i.imgur.com/fLJCTxc.jpg)
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(https://i.imgur.com/fLJCTxc.jpg)
Oh. Fuck. I thought he wrote "you blocked me," instead, what he actually wrote was "your (sic) blocked." Presumably what he meant was: "you're blocked," followed by the "4'10 faggoty twat" thing (real original).
So, I guess I misread it, and went on to explain why he was "blocked (sic)." Meaning, banned. From the board.
The Terms of Service ain't there for fun, man. And I, as opposed to Rubini, didn't just "randomly chuck" AzzGab "up online FOR FUNNY FUN FUN TIMES." (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=1748.msg4016#msg4016)
This place is a hub, a meeting place, for serious writers, outsider artists, shamans, pariahs, witches, wizards, sorcerers...
And a friend-to-all who stumble upon it.
I'm just not gonna tolerate a serial cyber squatter who leaves a trail of shit posts in his wake.
Now its my turn, to tell you, to GO AWAY!
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...I misread it, and went on to explain...
Why do I feel the need to explain myself to this troll?
Its pretty telling that a "grown man" - half a century in age - throws fits when things don't go 100% his way.
Dynamo Hum was right! This wop has never been told "NO!"
Or h/was he?
Hasn't it been said, by multiple verified sources/little thuggy piggies birdies that he forced himself into some knife wielding Oceanid kitty-cat Water Nymph's bone dry panties?!
All this after she told him, "NO! NO!! NO!!!"?
<whispers from the dark confirm>
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Its pretty telling that a "grown man" - half a century in age - throws fits when things don't go 100% his way.
I have zero respect for a self-proclaimed Z-list Hollywood Hotshot barking orders up my digi-tree.
GO FUCK YOURSELF.
Doxxers need not apply!
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https://youtu.be/nVuMUFHwOeI
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#tl;dr
#needles
#blocked
#gangringstalkingleader
#deadline_when¿ I_know_what_I'm_asking_for_my_birthday
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Doxxers need not apply!
What if it were done as an accident or if in pursuit of mind-blowing orgasms and/or happiness? Tell me the truth. Tell it to me straight.
Tell it to be straight.
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All this after she told him, "NO! NO!! NO!!!"?
I do I do I do who knows?
<whispers from the dark confirm>
This game show sucks. Bring back the other host.
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https://youtu.be/nVuMUFHwOeI
☀️BUMP🌚
https://youtu.be/R4LBRF8KEXw
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☀️BUMP🌚
Just call me with your little bitch-baby porky commie piggy pinko princess phone the next time you want to triangulate me with a "Kick Me!" sign on my back. I'll be not giving a shower about my shit in the spare Master Bedroom when anyone needs me, with the phone rammed up my ass set to vibrate.
My ass, not the phone. Phone will be set to magma. end of line
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Wasn't kidding; I actually need firewood. What do I look like to you -- a lumberjack? I might be "okay," but I'm pretty fuckin' far from hauling an entire woodshed's worth of wood by myself. D'uh. This isn't a euphemism, I like the smell of murdered, burning trees in the morning. So, I want --a lot.--
Knowing as I did that Mr. Drug Psychosis would assume that I was looking to him to supply me with his duly-authorized goodies -- can you believe this fuckhead made her bring paraphernalia with her? On a plane? After 9/11 Labor Day? What a pair nincompoops -- I deliberately sent him that message, just to see what he would do.
Assume I'm looking for illicit drugs, huh? Well, nice try, Fuck-0, as I am actually looking to score just firewood. (Hopefully wood that won't release white-man-killin'-fungal-spores when I burn it, you dig?) I don't even want -illicit, tax-free- firewood! I'm just looking for someone who knows what the fuck is going on! I thought he might have... you know, insight, since the fucking cunt has been surveiling me for at least eight fucking years. (Hi Bomar! Go Bearcows.)
So his reponse... which was then posted on his own forum by himself... well, wow, what the fuck? Did he see a ghost? Was it actually The Casper? Rubini is a pretty big deal on this plane of reality, it just could be. Did he try to intimidate, exploit, harrass, blackmail, extort, & sexually assault and abuse him? Rubini is a pretty tough cookie, hard to crack back on unless he's pisson a sheet of molbydenum alloy, but... damn, that Casper, he be a real horndog. I guess.
Well played, you paranoid psycho. /kudos
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(https://i.postimg.cc/V6kvR81X/RG.png) (https://postimages.org/)
Only time will tell.
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Only time will tell.
Rape the hourglass & the woodchipper will talk. (This was a scene in Disney's Beauty And The Beast reboot that didn't make it off the ready-room floor-to-floor library shelving.)
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Rape the hourglass & the woodchipper will talk.
https://youtu.be/UAfBg0OcANA
(I'm beginning to figure out why no one wanted a trial.)
That's too fucking bad.
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Wasn't kidding; I actually need firewood. What do I look like to you -- a lumberjack? I might be "okay," but I'm pretty fuckin' far from hauling an entire woodshed's worth of wood by myself. D'uh. This isn't a euphemism, I like the smell of murdered, burning trees in the morning. So, I want --a lot.--
(https://beholdthedimwhit.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/maxresdefault.jpg)
Settle down, Beavis.
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Rape the hourglass & the woodchipper will talk. (This was a scene in Disney's Beauty And The Beast reboot that didn't make it off the ready-room floor-to-floor library shelving.)
How did you get a hold of it?
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How did you get a hold of it?
I was the fluffer for The Beast.
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Settle down, Beavis.
Whoever lives in this house — The Overlook Mark V — this winter is going to need wood, and lots of it, and now is the time to get it, don't fuck with me, Lloyd and pour me another drink.
I'm the goddam Caretaker, and don't you forget it, Pal.
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I'm the goddam Caretaker, and don't you forget it, Pal.
They call me Big Willy (https://cutt.ly/eGapOSJ).
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https://youtu.be/wIX7UWIsNXM
They call me Big Willy (https://cutt.ly/eGapOSJ).
Who’re they trying to convince?
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I was the fluffer for The Beast.
I never took you for a brown piper, yet here we are.
So, you're the Bathsheba that wrestled the Kodiak!
(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/b1011929-108c-4ea1-920b-55747cc6d052/scale-to-width/755)
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I never took you for a brown piper, yet here we are.
It was a job -and- an adventure.
So, you're the Bathsheba that wrestled the Kodiak!
I'm not cleared to be read into that yet. Maybe tonight; I got to check my post office box
(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/b1011929-108c-4ea1-920b-55747cc6d052/scale-to-width/755)
I'm spoken for.
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they
COINTELPRO? OR PROJECT MONARCH?
ZERTESZUNG? STASI?
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I'm not cleared to be read into that yet. Maybe tonight; I got to check my post office box
I used to cry every day walking to the P.O. Box.
I've lived that life!
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I used to cry every day walking to the P.O. Box.
I've lived that life!
I still do. Going there, and coming back. Both (2) ways!!!?!;!!?!!! that's why I drive so fast, the extra air pressure causes my tears to evaporate faster, they sublimate into the wind.
I wonder where they go.
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COINTELPRO? OR PROJECT MONARCH?
ZERTESZUNG? STASI?
I don't fuck mothers and tell.
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I don't fuck mothers and tell.
(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d8/COINTELPRO_-_Jean_Seberg.jpg)
Tip of the iceberg hat.
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Tip of the iceberg hat.
Taking my semen and implanting it in his wife was a low blow, but it's what I've come to expect from these savage, barefoot heathens.
I'm sure she'll be cute, and thankfully 1519 years from now there won't be any complaints about “incest.” Score!!!
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What do you guys think? LMK your thoughts, facts, truth and/or your opinion!
Only an idiot would actually expect anyone to take that seriously.
Let it be said, DAVID VINCENT RUBINI deserves more than petty villification, more than ostracization or isolation. He needs a long heavy-fisted lawsuit pressed deep in a world of pain.
Let it be known, DAVID VINCENT RUBINI is an unforgivable miscreant, eternally unworthy of redemption or pity, here, now, and forevermore.
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Let it be said, DAVID VINCENT RUBINI deserves more than petty villification, more than ostracization or isolation. He needs a long heavy-fisted lawsuit pressed deep in a world of pain.
After (You).
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By the way, team blank GMX, since I never took any of the email that I found was conclusively clue filled, and then I never really paid attention to her, except when she needed me to make a scene, you'll never know how I found out everything that I found out that makes me completely unkillable and nobody you want to put on to the witness stand or deposed, because now not only do I know everything but I'm extraordinarily pissed off and there's no telling what I might do if you don't meet my demands.
Just ask my first wife what my demands are. I mean fish wife. I mean I'm not your dance monkey....
Hey did you guys want to file shooting about something because it looks like I'm giving you lots of evidence, it's practically like I'm confessing?
*TossES a gun to the floor* come on come on pick it up come on copy my messages and make me look bad, make fun of me in front of people you think I want to impress.
I MEAN Y'ALL DID THAT BEFORE SO WILLY-NILLY, WHAT'S DIFFERENT NOW? HAS ANYTHING
CHANGED???
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And yeah even sean David Williams Cox who's that big fat fuck who used to talk with art and then got put in prison and got really fat? Yeah I'm not in his side either, he was a dick, and probably still is.
I'm also not on the side of David Wilcox wife, elizabeth, who mysteriously disappeared sometime after my girlfriend was mysteriously swindled raped and murdered and then replaced with a double, although we don't know exactly what happened, but we sure know something fucking happened.
Years later these two hound dogs are still bothering me and I'm not being left alone to live my life, I'm not after them I'm not interested in their shit, and until today I didn't give a shit what actually happened.
Well I give a shit now. Because apparently we're going to actual trial.
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Because apparently we're going to actual trial.
Oh, and I'm neutral. No one will ever implicate me, no one will ever charge me, and no one will ever force me to testify against my will against anyone let alone my secret wives and husbands.
Because they already tried that, and you have seen what has happened to the result. David Rubini used to be a big deal around here, didn't he?
And, if you continues to fulfill his obligation that he made, he probably still will be, however considering what they did to people that I know when they didn't fulfill their "obligations" , I'd be surprised that they don't fulfill their obligations on him tout suite.
Meanwhile, the girls from high school that I would actually look up with her credit confused, I mean they divorce their husbands, their cat ladies leaving alone, they're unhappy with everything else in life, what do they need to do in order to become satisfied? Well, I don't fucking know either, but it's going to be a lot easier yesterday than it was after 9:00 or 10:00 a.m. today.
And the reason why is because somebody's sister has made a big big error. It's out of my hands kids, I'm just the golden apple, you know how the Trojan War got started.
Come Bite The Apple. Please, by all means send a negotiator, send a stlrike Team to take out the new and improved Jackstar threat. I've gone through seadriles and made friends and all the right places in this county, so now would be a great time to do it instead of after laughing at me for the last 4 months thinking you're going to get away with it.
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They actually tried to put me in prison. Like that Hurricane guy. And, they almost did.
So. You want to do some open lines? Of course you do. So did Jewel.
And I recorded every conversation I ever had with david. Everything he ever said is completely unwipable, and I bet he knows that now, and on top of that, who gives a shit what happened 2 years ago, what's been happening this year, because your friend Jack star has been put through what and then where and then all of you were behaving like how and why?
Well, that's interesting. Some of you were looking out for the truth right? Isn't it a pursuit for truth? That's interesting.
I guess the plan under which iHeartRadio borrowed all that money and then leverage themselves to the hill so that they could control the entire radio market is going to kind of sputter out and die as soon as somebody tells George Noory what's really going on?
It's cool, he's a jesuit, so he's really just a big fag. How about if I tell John B first, and then he can spread the word?
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Spoiler: someone ran out of ammunition and started hanging me out for criminal liability for things I didn't do, when I didn't have any shortage of civil liability, but they instead went for the criminal liability instead of doing things the right way.
This has, with one erroneous move, rendered all the work they've done for the last 7 years completely null and void, and no one will get anything for. , As an added bonus, you're fucked off honey pot who was really annoying to me she's long gone, can never come back, we'll never be powerful again, I took her power, and then everybody else who wondered what was going on now knows for a fact that I'm pretty cool..
This was way easier than hiring a publicist or fucking everyone's daughters. Honestly, I make jokes about that, but that would really chafe.
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Slender at wanted me to rape her because she likes to be raped, and she was also the tip of the sphere of another strike gang, she couldn't get me to do that.
Slender at number 2 actually convince me to rape her at one point, and then... Well, all that work and paperwork is just gone to nothing, because how could you possibly have been raped when you were begging me to stay at that stupid trap house and then you came to this one and then tried to throw me out of it? You know basically everything you've done for the last 10 years is going to be looked at under a fine-tooth comb, which is great for me, because you're not the criminal, somebody pushing around is, and that's how they got capone. So you're in good company.
Now. Tell me what happened to my favorite leather jacket that a friend of mine got me as a gift, because when I gave it to you, it was supposed to be used for something useful. Not as a tool and a chip for you and your brother to have a goddamn fight over revenge over. Oh and by the way I'm pretty sure I figured out what you did to him, and I figured out why you two are getting mad at each other.
not sure why you let your little sister sell your whole family out to the cartel but don't worry I rescued you and brought you back, now play nice, and tell your stupid father to give me a call sometime when he wants to man up and be a real Citizen.
Oh and by the way I talked to the judge this morning, and she said that direct contact is not allowed, but I'm not trying to connect your whorish daughter, I'm trying to contact your entire family and tell you that I knew what you were doing the whole time, and Rocky says that I should spare your miserable lives cuz you really didn't know any better.
And when I found out that she was going all over town and telling everybody how wonderful David was, I knew how that was going to end because she told everybody how wonderful I was too but she didn't tell me how wonderful she was, and then she told people lies about how wonderful I wasn't.
Long story short, I'm sorry you all got I actually know how that happened, but as I had cut her off from sex with me, that's probably how it happened because without real actual sex, that she was addicted to, she probably couldn't hold her shit together, and just kept on hoping and hoping and hoping that somebody would finally give her the real thing.
Just a theory, before that though it was something else where she had been told I was an idiot and she could play me. She could, and she lost.
By the way when I told my friend, the technician, what she had been doing, he ended up raping her too. Not sure how that went, but apparently when people find out what she was doing to me people don't really think that she's that nice of a person anymore
AND SINCE THESE THREE MEN NEGOTIATED AMONGST THEMSELVES ABOUT HOW TO DEAL WITH MY PROPERTY WITHOUT CONTACTING ME, I'M NOT SURPRISED IT HAS BLOWN UP IN THEIR FACES.
Spoiler: someone ran out of ammunition and started hanging me out for criminal liability for things I didn't do, when I didn't have any shortage of civil liability, but they instead went for the criminal liability instead of doing things the right way.
This has, with one erroneous move, rendered all the work they've done for the last 7 years completely null and void, and no one will get anything for. , As an added bonus, you're fucked off honey pot who was really annoying to me she's long gone, can never come back, we'll never be powerful again, I took her power, and then everybody else who wondered what was going on now knows for a fact that I'm pretty cool..
This was way easier than hiring a publicist or fucking everyone's daughters. Honestly, I make jokes about that, but that would really chafe.
Think I care about clout? Well, that was interesting... At the time, I was just making sure that you weren't going to take advantage of my girlfriend, that you apparently secretly hated, and now I know why.
You didn't rap her to help me, you raped her cuz she was a cop, and because she convinced you that she really did love you, because she did love you and I love her too and we all love each other, but I'm not the one who broke the fuckin’ LAW, JESTER.
By the way: you're off the team.
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By the way: you're off the team.
I was asking about her eyeglasses for literal years, suddenly you show up, suddenly it's something that she needs to have done so fast that she needs to yell at me and scream at me and throw me out of the room and tell me to come back on time for, and when I said “yes, okay,” she actually believed that I meant that I was going to be compliant with her ridiculous demands. Instead, in my mind, it was negotiating with her tribal genomic master, rocky, down in oklahoma, the real girlfriend I used to talk to before she was kidnapped, we used to talk about going down there all the time, and then when the fake went down there with david, they expressed surprise that they were not recognized as her and i..
I'm more Native American than her whole family put together. Think they believe it? Oh hell no. If you don't know how to make Jewish smoked salmon, you're not making anything in that family, and remember these are the people who used to sell weed before it was made legal to do so, I guess it was a real financial hit to the family.
Now I'll have to do is find out whether or not they were with her against Roy olmsted, and I I'll know what to do with them, unfortunately it's not my area cuz now I just have four months to figure out how to get laid before I need to worry about anything at all.
I don't even care about the children starving in Africa anymore, fuck them, now I just want to make sure that Mike Marshall has to pay in open court or something.. wait what is this script?
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Before she became completely absent, she was actually white knighting for Mike Marshall that controlling me that it was really terrible thing with Mike Marshall like had to suffer and what as we had to suffer and then what I had to suffer meant nothing to her because I was actually a nigger goy.
That wasn't actually discussed on the conscious level, but that's actually how she was programmed.. and you know the day after her father threat to kill me, it was strange how they had a barbecue with the whole family along with a bunch of cops that they invited. I was invited as well of course.
I didn't go, and I've been in fear of my life ever since... Meanwhile, I don't know how often she's been in fear of a life before, but she definitely is so now.
I mean, I don't even have to trafficker nieces, I'm sure they're making little dolls that shaped like Jack of their imagining how wonderful it would be if Jack came home and rescued them, because it would be, and I'm not going to.
HER FUCKING MOTHER IGNORED ME UNTIL THERE WAS MONEY IN THE BANK FROM THE FIRST HOUSE, AND THEN CALLED ME...EXPECTING THAT I WOULD BE HAPPY TO HEAR FROM HER.
THESE PEOPLE THOUGHT THAT I WAS AN ACTUAL RETARD AND IS CORRUPT AS THEY WERE, BUT I'M NOT RETARDED NOR AM I CORRUPT.
AND EVERYONE INVOLVED GETS FOUR MONTHS TO WATCH ME RUNNING AROUND DOING WHATEVER I WANT. OH, DID YOU WANT TO BUST ME FOR SOMETHING?
WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, CHRISTMAS?
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WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, CHRISTMAS?
Now I know why she was so pissed. Not only did I not get the STD that she bought for herself, but I also told her that she was going to get one and that she didn't have to do that, and that I could help, and then she laughed at me and refused to have sex with me and wanted to have sex with somebody else and acted as though I should want to have sex with her still.
She even tried to pass me off to another funny little piggy! Can you imagine the chutzpah? Yeah, me neither.
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Many many years ago, I was told that I shouldn't be so descriptive with my writing, I was told that I shouldn't be writing so much, and that people were getting mad.
Well, that was a very interesting thing for someone to stay, and I don't know whether she was under duress then, or by then had realized that I was a superhuman monstrosity and that she needed to join with forces against me to keep her planet safe, but actually it's way too late for that.
Her minor child came back from time in the future and explained that her family was going to be assassinated, and I didn't care for that so I change things around so that they would have to live and suffer through time instead of just skipping around like they usually do. You know, these thuggy piggy Algonquin Jewish families with access to exotic technology, they sure used to be a lot more uppity than they are now.
So, now that I have them pinned, I think I'd like to see this thing through. I plan to do that by having sex with lots of whores down on the docks, and by having sex I mean seducing them in the leaning alone and then giving them her phone number. Now is that "direct contact"?
I wouldn't know, the lawyers that I swindled are ignoring my calls now and the lawyers that wanted to tell me everything asked for $9,000 and then we'll never get a single dime out of me because that was way too much money for something that I didn't even need.
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Acted like I missed her and I was sad because I wanted to launch the network and keep her alive, when she got in that cab, she was dead to me, and all of you are well within your rights to believe that I'm an idiot for even giving your shit about her at all in the first place let alone even to this day..
Here's the problem, my wife in the future wants to have a three-way with her so I got to keep this one alive, now I've become a human trafficker so after you're done embarrassing her and she has no friends at all I'm sure she'll come crawling back to me and then I'll go make her my new number three blueberry wife and that'll be the way humanity moves forward from this point on. Any objections?
I'll be patiently waiting for my turn to get a psych eval while you're deciding. As a reminder, this person called me on the phone and asked me to commit a crime on the phone, so when I asked her to get a psych eval for her kid before you committed a crime, and she laughed at me, that's on record because now her kid well he's on probation and he's not bothering me anymore.
And he tried to beat me up too. But I didn't call the police.
So. Y'all want to have one of them round tables with rubini and me yet? Because that sounds like a great idea to me.
and why don't you put up that website with all that slander that was totally centered on me and making fun of me and making me look like I'm an idiot and that I was supposed to be sad? Because I actually was sad.
I had actually thought that you people that come to your senses, well, apparently not, apparently I'm here to kick ass and forget all about bubblegum.
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Remember: Heather Wade, counted on my wife. How, fascinating.
And my wife found out to be not just legitimate but a reliable threat, and this is before she completely lost her shit. Also, she was right about somebody wanted to give her syphilis, but she was just deluded about whether or not telling the police that at the time would be a good idea. Because by the time she called the police on the guy that she was living with her 5 years on Christmas eve, she was already fucked.
I'm just not pressing charges and suing her because I want to humiliate her family, that's all and I'm lazy. And I don't like lawyers. That's it.
And I'm much more handsome than Johnny Depp.
So. Anybody want to talk about anything important? You know like due process, or discriminating against people for various reasons that are constitutionally protective rights and freedoms..
And while I would never ever agree with what David Vincent rubini did to me in my life and the lies of my loved ones, because he really didn't help anybody, I had my own plan, it just wasn't fast enough to help him along his way which apparently was so important that he had to fuck up everything in the entire world just so that he could piss me off really really good.
I don't even want that Jason bateman, David rubini freeway anymore. I'm just going to go straight from Mallory I have to change my ID and then make it into an insence thing. See, to you, that just seems like a crazy joke told by a meth mouth loser, but in point of fact it's actually a carefully camouflaged and well hidden death blow extortion strike, because David knows as well as anybody doesn't, that I don't care about any money or any kind of cloud or anything else at this point.. except for one thing and he has no idea what.
You thought I was a cop fetishest. You thought I wanted you to rape her so that I could get out of the pain and humiliation that I felt for her having taken advantage of me, except that wasn't true.
You two were supposed to help me, and instead you helped yourselves. And you expected me to have sex with somebody that I didn't want to have sex with, so that I could experience the joy of getting out of prison without concerns, because of my terrible guilt about what I had done, have I got that about right?
Well, whatever it was then, it wasn't accurate because in reality... Dude as soon as the hashtag thing started happening it was ridiculous, and as soon as the I went on strike thing and nobody cared happened it was even further ridiculous and as soon as you come to realize the truth — you have no power over anyone anymore, David Rubini, the better off you will be.
Because you had your chance to lie with me, and instead you push me around and try to manipulate the situation to your own advantage, and you pissed off her family. Also her children know that I warned the family about you and they ignored me, and now they're all fucked..
Step lightly, david, you have enough information to get a judgment against me and take all my money which is exactly like 6 grand, and then I'll declare bankruptcy and you'll get nothing but people will always remember that The Hungarian destroyed the Italian half walked you.
Also her last breeder is an Austrian and he's an asshole so I hope it gets a business stroke to read what I'm reading writing about him, his kid tried to steal from me his mother tried to get me to fall for a joke so I would pay child support, and they all tried to push me around and get me to fall for a stupid tricks because that had always worked for them before, and they thought that would always work again now.
Evidently it hasn't worked. I told her to go fuck herself and I told him to go eat a bad dicks and then he screamed at me and then I hung up on him and then I'm still alive which apparently doesn't usually happen in this part of the world.
Well, it's happening now. Land sakes! I swear galoshes! And do realize that when she asked me to marry her she was committing felony wire State Rico fraud? I can see why my podcast is such a dangerous item to have flying around.
Remember that I warned you. Want to get laid, I wanted to play chess, I wanted to get out to a party. She said that I couldn't. Why? Oh, well she didn't say, and it didn't matter cuz once I heard that screeching I could never have fun with anything ever again in my entire life, although watching the entire law enforcement system collapse around me while the world ending plague is going on and there's a war in ukraine, that's actually very soothing for me very very happy very cheerful because you really should have made weed illegal you probably shouldn't have killed my parents, and you shouldn't have killed my cat and if you think I'm carrying a grudge, you're wrong this is just... simple consequences.
By the way thanks for everybody telling the judge that they shouldn't dismiss the case, because she didn't, and I suppose she thought that's what I didn't want, but actually no this case could drag on for the next 30 fucking years, it has made me famous, and it is never ever going to make anybody forget that they probably should not have fucked with me.
Especially the shit bag fucker who raped her on Doom Wednesday. Seriously, one letter to the supreme god Lodge master, and they'd actually take him out, he's way up higher than he needs to be, and he was put in the way to be a sacrifice, and if I complained or told what I saw him do, they really would hang him from the tree like they used to do, but they don't do that anymore now they just human traffic people's families and then invade Ukraine once a while next to the nuclear power plant.
Have you got all that? Probably not. I'm really just going around around the central subject which is that I'm completely happy with the investigation as it goes on and anybody who has questions is going to be getting an earful and I have no reason not to publish any of my podcasts at all, although I guess I can't use copyrighted music anymore.
Since someone complained.
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Also I didn't know that naked picture of your mother was actually hurtful to her, but since now that I know that she was actually sending him the pictures and trying to get him to fall for her, and then she was actually horrified and surprised when she got betrayed and had her pictures put up on the internet, she actually thought that she was insulated from that, because she thought that, well I don't know what she thought, but she certainly didn't think anything smart because the first thing she did was to blame me for putting them up.
Reminder: she went from telling me that she loved me and that I needed to buy her a house, and that she only had one option, to get on a plane and leave for texas, and because of my behavior, she ended up getting raped and now she feels terrible and I shouldn't mention things and if I do she's going to bill me.
Fortunately, it doesn't matter that she's off base because she actually Will Bill me and then when she bills me to log roll down hill because I have all kinds of evidence that she did it herself she was under duress and I have names and addresses of all the key players already ready to go ahead of time.
I had this working before I met her, so I don't know why she fell into the traffic so maybe he was the gift from heaven. I'm not actually sure I didn't get to talk to anybody about this today and then my lawyers just kind of fled the scene.
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I don't need to sue for money, and I don't care if I ever see that ridiculously vicious woman again, so the courts are understandably confused about how to play leverage against somebody like me. They're used to making threats.
Okay well, I'm used to getting late, and their employee fuck things up and now I can't, and rather than resolve that, I'm going to hold them accountable, that'll probably take about 8 and 1/2 million years and in the meantime every single woman who's been waiting patiently for me to tell them what's going on it's going to continue to wait because if they bother to ask me what's going on, I will then know a they want to fuck me and be I will tell them every single God damn piece of information that David he wants to know and then square them to secrecy and never tell him about it at all.
Note that this is the kind of thing that Johnny Depp is suing Amber Heard for, so you can imagine that if I'm guilty I'm going to be right up against the wiring squad wall at dawn, and of course if I'm not guilty, if I'm innocent, I'm going to be... Sex drugs and rock and roll right? Oh, no, that gets taxed by the fraternity... Then I have a peculiar and now undeniably verified relationship with.
Hey by the way who is Michael Vara? Let me guess someone else you tried to hold accountable and it didn't work out, right? Well, that's okay.... this is notgoing to work out right either.
Now, let me ask you, Pina gallery.. am I "needing,"or not? How about I let you be the judge why I totally not worry about my public perception? Doesn't that sound nice?
Because I actually get to do that. More after the break., I don't know when I'll come back though, because I have four months to do whatever I want
... And what I want has nothing to do with you people AT ALL anymore.
Hey, what are you guys think of Larry hagman? Oh wait not Larry hagman the other hagman the hagman whose kid was murdered recently, he looked pretty sad about it, did you guys ever feel about giving him support or a shoulder to cry on? Maybe you could throw him your wife and let him fuck him for a while take the blind off things?
Oh, no? But you could take my Goose on a 3-day journey and then come back and then act like I don't get to ask about it. Now this is all on record right?
So, now you know why I don't take public money. Hey why don't you go wine about falmir se more? Is it because he's achieved self-awareness, or is it because you're busy with something else? I wouldn't know, I never really care about what the hell you people are doing here until recently.
And until David rubini's wife made me believe that it was okay for her to have sex while I didn't and then pretended that was okay so I could be part of a blank, blank operation, and then she was kidnapped and nobody cared, none of that mattered until it happened twice. And then again, and then I noticed oh it's been happening since before I got here which allowed me to tap into superpowersville.
Long story short, some unknown group amongst you was going to get thrown into the slammer, and it's going to be serious because I'm obviously not very in weight, and she obviously wasn't either this was the at the direction of somebody and it probably wasn't her family and if it was that's a tribal matter and then beyond that there was some fat fuck who talked to my girlfriend and my girlfriend's sister as well as my girlfriend's sister's brother as well as her I don't know exactly what the deal was but he took a picture of me and he laughed at me.
And he seems to be unwilling to talk to the police either! IMAGINE THAT. Now, typically these things are handled in private, like gentlemen do, but since this guy really pissed me off, and I do happen to be Area Bishop, I might just make an example of them.. but that'll actually be up to what David ruperty's boss and Rocky, the tribal leader decide amongst themselves.
Because unlike some people, I actually follow orders, and he actually did trick her into committing treason. That's what makes it not a big deal that he raped her, because she's a fucking criminal treasonous bitch.
And she really hurt my feelings for no reason other than to enjoy it, and because I thought that's what love was. So anyway, clearly, she really shouldn't be allowed to drive a flying car, so why she got to do that for years while I had to fucking crawl around the ground, well that's something her overlord superiors are going to answer to, thankfully not my area.
All for want of a horseshoe nail. Hey, by the way how's Angie and David's new show going? Those two should keep at it, they have chemistry together.
They shouldn't give up and they should keep at it, similarly the men who have told me to forget about Alison Francis shaw, she probably ask themselves why they're standing in the way of a woman and a man who supposedly wanted to kill her but now is enjoying her saying alive as long as possible.
Tell you what, since I don't have any handguns and I'm not really hurting anybody, why don't you just have me forcibly communicated against my will to a custody place oh wait you tried that and then that didn't work out, how about if all of you just go to a place and start talking about your problems? Do they have a special psychiatrist for Spooks or do you just kidnap one and murder them afterwards?
I'm not asking for a friend. I'm kind of asking for Space Force , because believe me, they're probably wondering what happened to their big blue beam in the sky op, what you may have noticed, isn't really happening the way anybody expected.
Maybe your third favorite horror lost earthlock when she was sucking cock the other day? Who really knows. What's important is that the guy who stole from me and stole not just one but three women from me is still somebody that you people are tolerating and are concerned about him having a problem with. Let me explain how this all works... David still thinks that there's a person left on the planet who doesn't know that I owned his ass from the get-go. He's hoping to regain his reputation.
Meanwhile, I've already raped his wife. Not even in the future, I'll tell you all about it, not only that he has me raping his wife on tape, and he can't do anything with it. And the reason why he can't just because... the Constitution of the United States.
Now, under other circumstances this might not be enough to get me to a place where I'm allowed to keep living after 2 or 3 days from now, but since I'm very personable, absolutely correct, completely innocent, and way more personable and more polite to women than David Vincent robini has ever been, I'm probably going to be on top and he's probably going to have to work extra hard without extra money and then he's probably never going to get laid anytime soon by anybody worth a shit.
I mean he has access to you know professional people who to fuck him, but because he now knows that he loves me and that he'll never have me he just never be satisfied ever again by anything. Oh and also he lost a whole bunch of money.
And until the day that I die I was always remember that I humiliated that fucker in public, and she said that that wouldn't matter, and then she supposedly got kidnapped on Valentine's Day while I.. literally didn't give a shit.
Don't in her family ask me to rescue her, so maybe she needed to be raped some more? I don't know I wasn't around, and some thuggy piggy military spook told me that I should forget about her, so I guess he was in charge.
Weeks later he was sending me whiny messages, just like David was, because that's what happens when guys tell me what to do about their fucking territorial pissings, I don't know when this exactly started to hit critical mass but these days trust me if a guy pisses me off it's not going to end up well for him.
That's why envy is still kicking and he's not completely splashed, because he actually feels bad but what he did, and he and I are actually friends, and he actually liked me before he found out I was a big deal.
Do people know why Bdllgab went away? You know what, neither do i, she took care of it while I was sleeping. And I guess she thought that was going to be okay.
Seriously I think he arranged to have a raped with anal herpes so that she wouldn't give it to me but then she would have it reactivated if she got raped again by somebody with the second part of the bio weapon component, like in joker in the first Batman movie with a smilex, yeah I think she really pissed off the wrong people.
And if I were her I would never want to talk to me about it either, because she's going to have to explain to me why it was that I warned her that this could happen that she ignored me and she thought that would be okay. Also I'd be happy to cure her anal herpes for her if she'd be more than happy to tell me the truth for once.
A Leo Rising is pretty concerned about face. Honestly it's not that she was raped at the problem, is that I told her don't do that that's a risk, and then she went ignored me and then got raped, and then found herself in bondage and slavery, like she imagined that I was going to do to her.
No I didn't do anything like that to you, Grapefruit, and if I wanted to be in contact with you, I would have tried at least halfway, and if you wanted to be in contact with me, you would have... Sent more than one message in 6 years.
But you were so enthusiastic as soon as I messaged you, it was like there were three of you. Then what happened?
Well, I have to die divorce myself from that proceedings now because you have broken the deal, must now face the wheel, and I'm married so as soon as I get a blood test I can go get laid,, meanwhile are you having good sex and are you happy and satisfied and do you not feel like a lying ski before? I'm just curious because who I have sex with next s entirely up to me, and has nothing to do with you.
By the way, I found out what you're problem with Kathleen was. I'm not sure why you thought that I couldn't handle that, but since you were relying and she was lying and I wasn't lying and you can't imagine the person can't lie it's probably some sort of mental schism that you're going to deal with now that your brain has been turned to tapioca pudding by these offensive recent days, I keep hearing that you're on a Thorazine drip and you probably are because you called the police on yourself and I don't give a shit, whereas used to be I would have cared.
I mean I don't even want to breed your genome anymore. Why don't you just agree with more austrians? They seem to do well right for themselves in world wars, right?
I'm just not like you haven't completely irritated everyone that I ever talked to you about you from now until forever more, right? I mean I'll just tell them not to worry about it and I forgive you, right?
, Number one I don't forgive you yet, number two nobody believes anything I say it because I'm obviously in a crazy person, and number three ever since my core body temperature are increasing, people are beginning to realize that something might actually turn out to be a bigger deal than they thought it was going to be.
For example dragon lord is a racist, he's also a rapist, and then you're David rubini is so pipsqueak that he's going to get forgotten about by the time this is all done and people will remember me instead of him, and around about that time I'll probably hire him for pennies on the dollar and he can be my bitch or I'll call my friends on the forest and have them sent to prison.
now imagine doing all this without raping or lying, because that's the kind of power I possess and it is what you walked away from.
Now, is this enough evidence for you to add to your case that you're building, because I really hope that the grand jury reads these kind of documents in reverse, actually I'm not really sure how this works at all, I'm actually hoping that they get hit with that flashy thing from Men In Black because this is so embarrassing to you and everyone you know that I'd really rather prefer that you all just forget all about it and let everything go back to something reasonable, whatever that might be.
In the meantime, like I said, I no longer care if you live or die, your entire family can go walk off the earth, I'll never be trying to contact you, I'm just going to be telling the entire world what you and your family have done. Do you think that I should be concerned about a motorcycle game coming down to get me? That's okay they won't be able to find me, I made myself look like Dustin Nichols, low riding dope dealer of the West.
I guess he's a pretty big deal going back and forth to Whidbey island, because when I was driving his truck everybody was in amazement that I had taken his truck and was driving around, since I guess that everybody over there knew who he was., They really should know who I am, by now, at least.
Anyway, I hope you gave him herpes on his dick, but if you didn't, that's okay I have no desire to be number for anything I just want to embarrass him and humiliate his family and Destroy his entire division, because I don't really care to gain financial reward out of this nor do I ever want to have sex with you again or get revenge, what I do want is to know that that fucker won't do any of that ever again and to make the big fat fucker who said that he had cancer and did needles with you I might make sure that he loses his badge.
Or, somebody rapes him to death. I don't really know who might do that kind of thing, but if this guy did what I think he did I don't know what the penalty is but I do know that he seriously pissed me off.
And he implied that I was trying to save a buck. No, he forgot I'm not actually an addict and he is therefore it never occurred to him that I might have a reason for being in that position other than what he thought it was.
Because by that time I was actively planning on finding the guy who put your sister in prison and making sure that he killed himself one day. Does that sound threatening? Is that the kind of statement that might land me in a psych eval? Will tell you what why did you get a psych eval on me instead of trying to set up a case instead of trying to put me in jail instead of trying to be rude and crude and beat me with metal sticks?
Why didn't you actually try to help, Allison Francis Shaw? What was your plan for helping me, putting me in jail and having me raped so I could learn cool things in prison, well I'm sure that was somebody's plan but you people never bother to ask me what my plan was.
Let me remind you: I'm looking for somebody who can squirt drugs up my butt who won't automatically expect me to fuck them, who I can easily resist the temptation of doing so with. But who isn't going to be completely boring and stupid.
Now, things are different. Since I have evidence that you did drugs with dragon lord and had sex with him, and probably feel as great as everybody else feels after that's happened, you'll be delighted to know that I certainly care you know ill will, and figure that you probably do deserve whatever the hell it is you're dealing with.
You do not however deserve the outrageous penalty of not being able to talk to me, considering that you certainly can talk to me and yet you're not and then I'm not contacting you, I'm actually talking to your handler, and then considering that the court had ample opportunity to do something correct and clever and then instead decided to try and steal from me with the help of a prosecutor who is now vanished and then that's probably going to want your thing look really this is all just going to come out and end up being a whole lot of nothing.
BUT YOU AND YOUR FAMILY AND YOUR PEER GROUP WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT I WARNED YOU.... AND YOU IGNORED ME.
AND OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU KNOW IN THE WORLD, YOU THOUGHT THAT MALA, SARA AND LOTA WERE THE ONES TO INTRODUCE TO ME. OKAY WELL, THAT'S A COVEN HIGH WITCHES ACCESS GROUP, AND I WASN'T IMPRESSED.
YOU ALSO FEEL TO IMPRESS ME IN MANY NUMBER OF OTHER WAYS, BUT AS SOON AS ONE SUPER DUDE SHOWED UP YOU STARTED JUST KISSING HIS ASS AND TAKING HIS NAMES, AND THEN OTHER GUY WHEN YOU GAVE ME HIS TRUCK YOU WERE SO CONCERNED ABOUT WHAT HE WOULD RESPOND WITH. HOW ODD.
When I saw you cringing before him I made a vow to myself that I would make him suffer. Now, I'm wearing his pants and you gave him an STD.
Oh, wait this is just a story. No contact. It's a work of fiction.
Oh and by the way, I'd like my mask back. The one you used with the guy that I introduced you to who showed up on the same day as the deal closed in Texas that you threw a stick in my head and nearly killed me with when I told you about, yeah you ended up hanging out with him and getting involved with him as soon as he showed up and you treated me like dog shit and I still don't know why.
Fortunately, I don't wish to know why, I'm not seeking any contact, and I haven't caught up either of the therapist that we talked to, especially that hypnotist on the phone, and I haven't gone up to Beulah and laugh my ass off her, cuz I think that would be cool to do, and it was supposed to be uncool to go hang out at Dove house in Port Townsend and then look for vulnerable women that I could you know be comfortable with because as you know I'm a very nice person and I would never harm a fly.
And I told you not to go alone. And now you have left me... alone, and since then what's been done to me pretty much pals in comparison to what I know has been done to you, although certainly not in comparison to what I know has been done to you, and will be done in the future.
For example, why do I keep thinking about some of your friends? It's odd it's almost as though they don't know what happened and they're kind of curious. Don't you think that's something that I could have satisfied at some point before you decided to throw me to the wolves? Oh wait that's right you didn't decide to throw it to the wolves, you got raped and sexually dominated and then you just went along with the new plan, and that new plan was the result of your father's decision. Or your tribal elder, or whoever the hell is in charge of your shit lady I don't know you didn't tell me the deal but you sure as hell weren't for threat about it.
that's why you're probably not going to go to prison you're probably going to go to professional therapy you're probably going to be kept in protective custody of your whole life, you might see me again if you want me to, and all the men whoever fucked with you and thought that get away with it are going to rule the fucking day that they pissed me off because they sure as shit did.
Have you heard of amnesty international? I don't do amnesty. It's going to be cinders I'm going to turn it all into fire, and that message that I sent to you that you probably should have told the police about, well I wouldn't kidding if I can I will literally kill them all.
",In Minecraft " acceptance right? Wash day, nothing clean? I don't have a prescription so I can't do things then you know best, but you can do things in your friends can do things but I'm not allowed and I can't be told cuz I might say the wrong thing and if I say the wrong things I have to be shunned for saying things and then now that I've said the wrong things for so long and I've completely saved your life and destroyed your whole way of being, you're not mad at me anymore right?
That's why the people who are holding you are going to be held to account for not actually giving you help because the judge told her minions to do the right thing and then the thing that your minions and her minions actually did was to do nothing but really piss me off, you have gained nothing you have had no advantage and you have cost others the privilege of getting to know a person like me who is less than cranky.
I'm not even angry. I am also not using needles. And further since this has all been right in the open and there's a established train of evidence that leads from me being alone and getting attacked by you two it's going to be me getting paid by both of you instead of you getting paid by both of us which is way it's always happen for you in the past, because that's what it's always been but it wasn't until recently that your family's been deposed, your coochie's been hung out to dry, all your friends have seen you for what you are, your phone was stolen your porn was published and... You chose to blame the one person in the world who is on your side had no guilt against him and was completely innocent..
And then when you got raped on Valentine's day, instead of complaining you went along with it. The great news is is that you've been tracked and there's people watching you from orbit and whoever the fuck is sticking their cock in you they're probably going to have to answer to somebody, but not me I have better things to do.
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I'm not sure what those better things are yet, but I do know that I was looking forward to getting some into health counseling with the hypnotist at one point and you dragged your feet the whole time and didn't want to do it unless it was done your way and then we did it your way and then you lied to your therapist and then we didn't get anywhere.
So. I'm pretty sure I'm not concerned anymore. Remember when I saw you last? And you said that I wasn't supposed to be there? Okay well you sure called the police right away, and they made sure to let me know that I wasn't supposed to be here, and now I'm here and you're gone.
Now, where do you think you're supposed to be right now? Because, here's a hint, you're not there either. And you're also being raped by an entire team that takes over body and you have no idea because you're so fucking whacked out on drugs that you're clueless as to anything about anything right now and you're probably not even breathing this until much too late.
Ultimately, of course, you've been rescued much earlier in your left me here alone in the snake pit, because you want to see how well I can do to handle them, or you think I need to be tested further, or you think that I'm just not worthy enough to make it to your level, or you think that I'm going to be killing all your husbands or embarrassing for me I'm not really sure what you're thinking but you really should talk to a therapist about it because a good qualified therapist at this exact moment in time would really be able to help you with your problems at a very substantial cost savings considering all the extra work that I've done.
Alternately, I could just go throw myself off a bridge and then watch you struggle from orbit. because you're no longer my twin flame, I repossessed yours, and mine is currently struggling with I don't know what but it's your problem and not mine. I guess you two are hot for each other that makes sense since you have the same birthday and then the other one that you betrayed as a birthday at the opposite of the calendar, meanwhile The substitute try to put in is very upset and pissed off, and she's also Hungarian.
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The basic long story short here is that Jordan already better stay alive for quite a bit longer cuz you people have been completely rent asunder, first time was bad enough what would the fallout and all and the 10 minutes in the rain, but this time I am beside myself, I can't believe that fucking judge thought she was doing the right thing I can't believe she fell for the fucking briar past trick again the last fucking thing I want is for this thing to get dismissed right away because all you people who are on the hook for raping my girlfriend if there's no case you can just vanish but since there's a case and there's a trail they might actually track you down and you people might actually experience justice, and my girlfriend who thought I couldn't do anything, well now she knows that I could track things down and I don't want to fuck her anyway, cuz when she told me that she didn't want to suck my dick she was dead to me and useless.
And, once again the one I fell in love with eight meat. The one that I'm currently charged with the crime for hitting, that's a fake clone somebody and I don't even think she was there that night, they just use that.
Luxury shirt everybody gets away clean you're not getting anybody you've wasted all your time and now I know exactly how cool I am and so does everybody where's Sarah Rensselaer? I'm going to talk to her father now, you know I actually wondered which one to talk to first the father or the daughter and I went with the daughter because I figured the father would be too much of a shoe in, and then I didn't know that the daughter was a terrified closeted nerdy gay whore, who is afraid that I was trying to set her up, but I wasn't actually trying to set her up it didn't occur to me that she'd be afraid of anybody knowing that she was going to use weed, but then I remembered oh yeah those security firms those corporate ndas and ncaas are very serious.
So that Tumblr pages made by some fat girl who didn't believe that I loved her, she just thought I wanted to take away her money and her Fame and her career. And now she's supposedly gay? Well that's an interesting imprint to have happened. I wonder now that she's done with sucking cock, she's afraid of getting stoned or anything?
I tried to talk to her and walked into a Honeypot situation which is something that Allison was supposed to help me with but she failed to help me in the way that I expected. That was a common thing with our past experiences.
Did I mention that the rumor is that she got anal herpes, and I don't have herpes and she does and she accused me of giving her a disease or wanted to and then she ended up... Giving it to some guy that she thought she was going to be like I think that we've established a pattern of behavior that it doesn't really matter about liability or criminality, I just wanted the poor girl to get some help, and most importantly I wanted everyone to be embarrassed because I was with her for 3 years and everything was fine, and then her stupid fucking dick bag loser secret Lodge husband showed up and
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Well, david, let's see you pull it out of the nose dive it's in now, and even if you do and make me look bad, that doesn't matter because you and I both know that I know the secret truth that I wanted to get all along, and you will never take that away from me.
And I never wanted to take her away from you, and if I'd known the real one was alive I probably would not have given you much time for now, do you think this information is admissible or do you think it's going to get to the jury through osmosis or do you think it's going to affect the Johnny Depp trial, or do you think it all, you paranoid delusional drug taken mother fucker? Because if you haven't come to your senses and made amends to me, and that woman is still afraid of me for working with you, you got a lot of problems cuz I wasn't working with either you and if I was working with you that woman would never have seen anything happening at all.
And if she doesn't like being raped again and losing all her friends and having everybody thinks she's a scumbag for trying to take advantage of me, well she probably shouldn't have taken advantage of me so quietly and sweetly for 3 years while sucking dick and taking drugs without me the whole fucking time. Of course I can't prove that, but she really should be able to point to a part on the calendar where she actually had a relationship with me, and remember it, except she doesn't because you use project Looking Glass to take her away and to reprogram her... Oh wait, of course you didn't do that, that's just crazy talk. Maybe I should have a psych eval.
On the other hand, spoilers.
Now, in case those you in the peanut galley haven't noticed, I have completely devastated the competition and I don't know what to do with myself., So I guess I'll just go waste my life smoking.
Oh, wait that's not a waste of my life, unless I go to jail for trying to sell it or make it wrong or basically all comes down to dodging taxes.
Because I don't pay taxes because I'm QLERGY. That's official now, believe me no one's going to come after me, because they tried and then I believe me no one's going to come after me, because they tried and then I reasoundly defeated them.
He was supposed to eliminate me and end up with her and be happily ever after, well now I'm stronger than ever she hates him somebody else hates him too his empire is crumbling I think he's a joke and I still love him I think he's adorable and I wouldn't have any trouble helping him out of the hole that he's dug himself in, except he's digging himself a hole so that he can pull down all the people he hates with him. Hopefully they will rape into death and we can all be out or shut of our problems.
Meanwhile grapefruit promise me cats and she got chased away with peacocks and now she's being put to the ringer by a bunch of thuggy pigs who were mad that they didn't get to keep my house and they're probably taking it out, it's kind of hard to take out aggressions on a rape victim who loves being raped when you give her the right drugs but maybe they're just giving you the wrong drugs, I don't really know what they're giving her, I do know that I found things here that weren't there when I left, and whatever she's doing there must be something keeping her busy from feeling terribly miserably and upset.
I don't know what that might be, because I haven't even told you all the best part: she thinks she has secret allies that she can count on, and I have turned them all against her already because every single person that I've ever heard of her and I knows that wow she really shouldn't have fucking had to do what she did with me so why did she, and why can't we ask Jack?
it's not because of prisoner money, I just don't want to talk about it cuz I don't want to embarrass anybody, and point of fact I'd actually like to embarrass everybody in the entire planet all the same time because all of you fucking need it, but it's more fun watching you all squirt, and those face diapers are awesome.
I have conquered your planet. Now take my wife and do something useful with her, because if you don't she'll probably tell you everything that I could have told you a long time ago, but she'll do it when she was mad. Did you hear her on that message that somebody tried to leak the other day that was supposed to make me look bad? Except it doesn't let me look bad. It makes you look awesome. I mean it makes me look awesome. Well I'm more importantly it makes her look like she's really on the edge, which she actually is because wherever the fuck she is she's with people who do not understand that they really need to get that on all their needs call my phone number real polite like and apologize profusely or else things are going to get really ugly.
There are people I used to like that I don't like anymore. This is a big deal with a venus and taurus. This is akin to one of the beams from Stephen King's Dark Tower opus, falling and collapsing.
Now if you excuse me I'm going to go tell all the hidden secrets to a complete random stranger that none of you know so it'll probably spread throughout the populace before your little information Gates can keep it from getting too far.
If you want you can send her over she can try to suck my dick again, but the last time wouldn't so well, and the first time wasn't so well, and I hope you have all those on tape just like that phone call, David because... well, this is your last chance to be a hero.
I've made it very difficult for you, because you have pissed me off more than anyone.
Because you lied to me, and that's how you thought you won, and because of your lie you have ruined the life of that poor girl her poor sister all the girls in her family and everyone else she knows who's a girl who has met me, because now everyone knows that I'm awesome and that she lost track of me because she's an idiot, and that must mean I'm pretty amazing because how much resources did you put into getting meeting forget about her? Dude! You couldn't have just given everybody in the world and Obama phone and a flashlight?
You couldn't have left my flashlight when you sent somebody to steal my truck, that you gave me in the first place with his license plates and then you took it back and left a burglary tool and took the flashlight, you know I think I know how this alchemy thing works, you know that?
After all, I did complete The Great Work, I am neutral, and you are not doing the right things at this moment. See it used to be that you could just say whatever you wanted to and as long as you got your objective it wouldn't matter in the long run, but with me david, with me around watching you, it really does matter.
Because your Chief rival apologize to me already, and I'm kind of fond of them, whereas you keep on fucking with me and you keep on getting saddled with the albatross.
"Social distancing stay away from Jack demons on the phone go get a baptism," click
Okay, well I did is you ask, and then in exchange.. well what did I get? Because all I seem to have is cloud, and absolutely no pussy.
And, I am still not gay. Took me, your move being waited on, before I realize the truth... You're the one who wanted to trade, and then you didn't even tell me that was an option.
She thought I was a nigger you thought that you could get everything and the other one was mad cuz she thought I'd never was real with her except well I actually was.
Now, if you'd like to file suit for defamation or whatever, you go right ahead because I'd be more than happy for the whole fucking world to see this come out right now while Johnny Depp poor Johnny Depp is getting grilled by Amber heard, and then that Amber Heard girl that's not even the real woman that's just a fucked-off Android mine slave, and Johnny Depp is probably fooling it in with a motto from outer space cuz you know we're all on mars, right?
Oh, no, wait, "flat Earth". Now, was she actually brainwashed, or is she so stupid is to think that I could actually be rewatched by that? I don't actually know but when she came back from you and your private conversation she was never the same so I'm wondering if you reprogrammed her or turtle something or just told her to change tax and I'd love to find out and if I can get access to the Case files I'll find out, but in the meantime I don't need to know....
BECAUSE I HAVE CONCLUSIVELY PROVEN THAT YOU HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE, YOU WOULD STOP AT NOTHING TO ACHIEVE IT, YOU LIED TO ME YOU TOOK WHAT WAS MINE, AND I GAVE IT TO YOU.. AND IT STILL DIDN'T WORK OUT.
CAN I SHOW YOU HAVE GOING WITH ANGIE FROM NEW JERSEY.
YOU TWO HAVE CHEMISTRY.
AND I'M GLAD ANGIE SAID THAT SHE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GREAT IF I WERE HER LITTLE BROTHER, BECAUSE AS HER BIG BISHOP, I'M A LITTLE BIT FOND OF HER SO I PROBABLY WON'T THROW IT TO THE WOLVES IMMEDIATELY IF I AM ASKED.
AND IT WAS INTERESTING THAT I SAW SIGNS OF SUICIDAL BEHAVIOR WHEN ALLISON ASKED ME ABOUT DISCORD, AND ASKED ME WHAT I THOUGHT OF IT, AND I SAID THAT IT WAS DANGEROUS AND THEN SHE IMMEDIATELY TURNED AND WALKED AWAY, THAT WAS BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T WANT ME TO TELL HER WHY IT WAS DANGEROUS, SHE WANTED SOMETHING TO BE DANGEROUS SO SHE COULD BE TAKEN OUT AND KILLED AND ME TO BE BLAMED SO THAT HER KIDS COULD HAVE THE MONEY CUZ SHE THOUGHT THAT'S ALL SHE COULD GET.
PUT THE FACT SHE WAS GOING TO GET A LOT MORE, AND THEN YOU CAME AND TOOK HER OFF TRACK, AND NOW SHE WANTS VENGEANCE FROM YOU.
NOT THE WAY THESE STORIES USUALLY GO WITH MINE SLAVES, BUT THINGS ARE DIFFERENT THESE DAYS, MOSTLY BECAUSE YOU PISS ME OFF, BUT ALSO BECAUSE OF THE END TIMES, AND ALSO BECAUSE YOU LIED ABOUT FEALTY, DAVID.
THIS IS THE MOST EGREGIOUS AND RIDICULOUS MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE I'VE REALLY EVER EVEN HEARD OF, EXCEPT FOR THE END OF SNEAKERS, AND THEN THIS ONE'S EVEN GOING TO BE BETTER THAN THAT BECAUSE I ACTUALLY AM NOT MAD AT ANY OF YOU, AND I'M REALLY NOT INSANE I'M JUST STARTING IT UP SO THAT EVERYONE WILL THINK THAT I AM, BECAUSE I REALLY WANT THEM TO SIT DOWN AND BE UNCERTAIN ABOUT WHETHER I'M GOING TO BE PISSED OFF AND TAKING REVENGE OR NOT, I WANT THEM TO SWEAT IT.
SHE SPECIFICALLY TOLD ME TO TAKE HER TO THE AIRPORT IN A CAB, AND THEN SHE SPECIFICALLY WENT EARLY, AND SHE LEFT TERRIFIED AND THEN YOU ACT LIKE IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL, AND INSTEAD, IT'S BECOME THE BIGGEST DEAL IN THE WORLD.
I DON'T CARE, NOT ONLY IF YOU RAPE HER AGAIN, BUT IF YOU EVEN RAPED HER IN THE FIRST PLACE, BECAUSE WHAT YOU BOTH DID TO ME BEFOREHAND, EVEN BEFORE I MET YOU BOTH, WAS EVEN WORSE THAN ANYTHING YOU COULD HAVE EVER DONE TO HER.
AND SHE KNOWS IT, TOO. THAT'S WHY SHE'S NOT TALKING TO ME. I DON'T BLAME HER, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR BULLSHIT STORY UNTIL SHE'S DONE KILLING ALL THE PEOPLE SHE BETRAYED, AND THEN RESURRECTING THEM WITH FRESH NEW CLONES, OR WHATEVER THEY DO IN HER STUPID TRIBAL GENOME.
ALSO, SHE THOUGHT THAT I SENT DRAGON LORD, BUT YOU DID, SO WHEN SHE FOUND HERSELF BEING RAPED BY BOTH OF YOU AGAIN AND I'M GONE, SHE MUST HAVE BEEN ABLE TO FIGURE OUT THAT SHE GOT PLAYED THREE TIMES IN A ROW NOW, SHE'S PROBABLY PRETTY ANGRY AND BEYOND ALL RATIONAL COMPREHENSION BUT SHE'LL PROBABLY BE PRETTY FOND OF ME FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE, HOWEVER LONG THAT IS.
SO THE LONGER THIS CASE GOES ON THE BETTER. FOR ME. WHAT DO I HAVE TO GAIN FROM IT GOING AWAY? IS THERE SOMEBODY THAT'S NOT TALKING TO ME BECAUSE OF A CONFLICT OF INTEREST?
Well then maybe she could shove a poetry jam up her jelly orifice. because now that I know that you had secret accomplices David, everything makes much more sense.
And, every single detective on the case down in Texas is going to be fired and replaced because they obviously were completely biased somehow, because oddly none of them ever talk to me about whatever happened, which seems awfully strange since I happen to know a great deal of information about what happened, a great deal of it indeed.
And every single time you put up and take down your website, David Vincent routine, you are essentially committing jury tampering, witness intimidation, as well as I don't know what else because the main thing that I concerned about is that you're embarrassed for the rest of your life.
I gave you every advantage and I still beat you, and then you took everything you said you wanted, and I don't even care, and you don't even know what I want. Meanwhile I don't give a shit what's going on with you, but I hear it's actually fairly disappointing for you.
What's wrong? Didn't she swallow? Oh and by the way did you know that she didn't even read her email before she left? Or at least the one that you got didn't, I don't know how many there were, but I do know that the one that I left behind and came back to see was really terrified about having any interactions with me before she left. It's like she wanted to get out of there in a hurry.
So you should probably tell me all about what that was like while I was gone, except you never have, although you did tell me eight or nine different versions of stories of historical events in which a woman got raped and you laughed about it. And that's on tape, you couldn't have erased them all.
And you were supposed to record everything. That's how I do it was okay for her to laugh at me and get in the car because either she was on my side or she wasn't and if she wasn't my side, he was going to be worth it, and if she wasn't, I didn't give a shit what happened to her.
I didn't give a shit what happened to her Wednesday, because obviously she could take care of herself, and didn't need me. At least, before you did whatever you did, and I don't know what that is, I don't need to know.
The reason as to why is not what you think, it's because I don't need to know because it's not relevant anymore, but you can go ahead and pretend that it's because I'm a scared of knowing for bin information or looking like an asshole or being in trouble or getting caught or being implicated or something, you don't understand how far I've engaged the quantum circus at this point.
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Oh yeah, I forgot I was going to call you when I was done. I find your mailbox to be the safest place to put any of my voicemails that I take the time to show that I care to speak out loud.
By the way, who are you actually trying to embarrass with that? I still don't get it. My voicemails are all the greatest that humanity has ever heard, and I will fight and rape to death anybody who disagrees.
Just kidding, I have people for that kind of thing now.
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Oh, that's too bad, he's turned off his phone number. It is, of course, the only one that I have.
I guess he doesn't need any more voicemails! How delightful, to know that my (blank) is so well taken care of.
I guess if he needs to call me in the middle of the night to tell me that he's going to murder my girlfriend, he can use a different number or call from a private number, or whatever. I'd like to believe that you'll never ever do that again to anyone, but this guy being the man who he is, I don't know, I kind of start to worry if he's not starting to do that kind of thing.
I'm betting that he doesn't like being checked in on.
Anyway, I'm going to go over to his actual website the one that I can't get to unless I use tour, the one that I never been able to log into, because he doesn't actually want me there... he wants me, you know... gone, however that's really not going to happen at this rate.
That being said all the coolest kids seem to going to RubiniGab. Maybe it's safe for me now. Although maybe, maybe that's where his secret wife hangs out, you know the one I'm not supposed to talk to, the one thing they pretend they don't know each other but they've known each other for years? You know that one?
Obviously she needs a place of her own, so I would expect that as a loving husband, he would have provided that for her. Christ, I fucking hope so. He sure went on and on about it for fucking months claiming that he was going to, I sure remember that!
And just think, if I had only killed myself when I was supposed to, she probably wouldn't have been kicked off the team. Once again that calls for speculation on my part, but I think I got my ear to the ground on this one.
And, I know what you're thinking, “why are we still talking about this garbage?” well, that's a great question, and I'll tell you why without waiting to be asked by any of you.
It's because some saucy minx in a black robe thinks it's a good idea to put people through their paces. Who am I to argue? It's not like I'm going to put skin at the game at this point, if it's going to be another 18 and 1/2 million years, that's just what its going to be.
Everyday that goes by in Limbo is another dollar saved in my pocket, I checked, I can't pay her back, giving her money counts as contact, they got very when I accidentally gave her 20 bucks. (It was an actual accident, I was trying to give her sister money and they allegedly have the same name. At least, that's what it said here on this app.
Really, when you think about it, the longer this takes, the greater the chance that she might get hit by a sniper, or just take yourself out of sheer to spare, or maybe somebody will come by an accidentally you know sexually assault her and strangle her again, who knows?
It's simply not my area. Similarly, now that your phone is off, I guess you're not my area now either.
Let me know if there's anything you need to have explained to you, Darren. I mean david. Sorry, I didn't mean to burn your new secret Identity or whatever. Darren, why would I start thinking of that? What is she your genie now and you're the master astronaut or some shit?
These are rhetorical questions that I don't actually want to know the answers to, and believe me I'm just teasing you, what you do with your legitimately married and registered with the state wife is of absolutely no concern of mine.
I can't quite agree with the whole thing where I'm supposed to keep it secret, considering I was told something else, but you know at this point I'm willing to go along with it, especially if some saucy minks in a differently colored robe wants to get some action on it.
Long story short, I guess I won't tell you the rest of details. I guess you're bored of my intelligence sources, David.
Oh by the way I expect your phone to continue being monitored for the next God only knows how long. You don't mind, right? You don't have anything on your mind that you're concerned about, or that you're up to, or stuff that could really really mess up your day if you got the wrong thing going on? Because I don't, and I don't know what you have going on, and I certainly don't care but I want to let you know that I'm not specifically happy about you being under surveillance another four months, I'm just specifically happy because this is now a conclusively demonstrated that... they have no case, and while it is not affecting me at all negatively, they certainly have no trouble being punitively persuasive in their ridiculous circumstances.
So I guess they're pretty pissed that they can't bust me for anything. I should be more careful. I mean, the last time that there was a whole bunch of guys trying to set me up for something, with triangulations and everything, I just got my car and drove in a random direction as far as possible before I could turn on my phone and call the sheriff's personal phone number and tell him that I was scared, hopefully that won't have to happen again.
Probably not because it was obvious entrapment. You know, it occurs to me that most people in the world have not read a whole lot of law books and then not gone to law school, so as an order not to tip their hand and spook the herd, but that's exactly what I did.
Current total amount spent on legal fees, by Jack starr, since July 2020: $0.
Rubini's amount: undisclosed, and he's shy about it.
I know Johnny Depp's case is certainly far more fascinating and much more relevant to everyone's interest, but on the bright side I am much more handsome, certainly more intelligent, and Grapefruit put Amber Heard to shame... at least until she started having sex with other people and not telling you about it and thought I wouldn't notice. What was she ashamed of? Well, I have no idea.
And inability to lay claim to her common law 50% share of the house that we supposedly bought "together" but after she hit me with a 2x4 in the left kidney, I think she would probably have difficulty doing that anyway.
So, that's about it. I could share more if you were interested in open and on a sharing with each other, but since you obviously are sharing cards very close to the vest, are unimpressed with my willingness to be open with you, in spite of our obvious differences and... look, I'm not trying to embarrass you, but it's bad enough that you don't answer the phone when I call. How do you know it might not be important?
Oh, right, psychic yeah I forgot. And you can allege that you're recording phone calls but then mysteriously whenever anything good happens, you never seem to have been recording then.
By the way, who's your new editor? That was impressive work. And, the timing! Top marks, Kiddo, top marks.
Yeah I know you're older than me, but I'm assuming your editor is younger and then I'm also being.. what's that where people keep on telling me that I'm being oh condescending yeah I'm definitely being that.
I suppose you were hoping that I would take that into court and play for the judge but I am surprisingly not nearly as dumb as I appear to be letting myself be perceived as. Also, once again, this case can take as long as it needs to, I could give a shit how long it takes her to have a conversation with me. She kept on telling me how many other people are worthy would be delighted to have a chance to be with her, well I'm sure she's having a great time doing that.
Basically what I'm saying is that I don't want to contact her and something happened today and I tell you all about it but maybe you're too busy explaining how flat Earth is cool to people who then come tell me that I should be paying attention to it. Or something, that's pretty wild out their speculation but I'm really running out of steam on the subject.
Also, honestly, David, after you got what you wanted out of me, you really just didn't seem to care about me anymore. Well that doesn't bother me on a personal level, it does seem a bit odd, considering that you seem so insistent on things that you desired being so absolutely important to you, tell me how to work out for you? Seems like you should be doing well!
I mean come on social distancing! I racked it up to 500 ft! That is what you demanded, do you not remember? Well, I may have taken longer than you wanted, but I have absolutely and completely retracted all of my claims towards your wife, that woman, whatever her name is.
Since I'm telling the truth and not spreading rumor, I'm in full compliance. Also, my neighbor said that the peacocks laid eggs that hatched.
I never heard another word about it.
As you can imagine, I am shocked and dismayed to be left out of another memo loop. And of course, I always wanted to have peacocks of my own. Our own.
Welcome to ZUGZWANG. God, I love it here. Come on, come and make a move, come and make any move, fine with me either way, just do it before I do.
There's one last piece of information but I care not to share in public, because I do not want an enemy to see it. I think I have an enemy, but it makes me feel like I look cooler and older if I claim that I do.
So I'll wait until the next time you call from a private number to tease and mock me and get some sort of information out of me before you hang up the phone and call me names right before you do. Not that I enjoy the abuse, or that I'm not lonely, it's that I know that that's the really only way you know how to express admiration in certain spheres.
That she expect me to believe that she fell for your bullshit was obviously some sort of secret code. There must have been some of sort of other connection, when it really wasn't my business until y'all lied to me about it and put me in goddam jail on Christmas.
I know... what I'm saying just sounds so unbelievable. Nevertheless you believed Juicy Smollett for a little while, and of course he did get a whole bunch of time for lying but you did actually believe him for a minute. At least some people did.
On the other hand... It continually blows me away how many people here have actually given so little attention to something they cared about so much before when they thought that they were going to see me suffer.
That's so strange all those rape jokes were funny before it happened to you, right? Also I still don't seem to have herpes so I don't know what you're complaining about with that about, but anyway — whatever. I'm good.
I can't leave the state and I have absolutely no legitimate connections that I can count on, but that's actually a strength, as no one can betray me. That is no small thing.
So I really hope you all enjoy the next 4 months. It's going to be a blast, for me.
I don't even like this house when it's empty. Nevertheless, I'll just hang out by myself... and wait.
I don't even need to monetize my podcast. Sayonara, suckers!!!
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Are you still hiding? I thought this was time for our regularly scheduled weekly meeting to hump each other's legs. Oh, right yeah you don't do that to me, but I'm totally doing it to you, uh-huh. Right.
Still looking forward to getting that paper. I figured out why you didn't want to give it to me, and why she didn't mention it either, besides the obvious.. there are obviously names on it that she didn't want me to see, and neither do you.
Either that, or there never was one of the first place. I don't really know how all this works, and I don't really care, and I'm not actually trying to bust anybody, I would just like to watch you failing to answer basic questions that you didn't think I'd be alive to ask.
I get a real charge out of it, frankly. Hey, would you like to know exactly how many investigative professionals have asked to look at my computers? Exactly zero. Obviously both of you are just hiring top tier peak efficiency professionals to make yourself free of this awful torment of false charges, right?
Anyway, I've since compartmentalized whatever it was I was going to tell you. Oh! Now I totally remember, no wonder your phone is off. No wonder you don't want me on your forum. No wonder you wish I would just go away and stop talking.
By the way, do you own my email yet? Is that still dragging on? Just curious. I don't need an answer, I just wanted to remind you that you burned a lot of time and didn't get anywhere obvious. Maybe I should read it again. I obviously was aware that she was up to something, but just as obviously didn't know what.
Aaaaand, STILL DON'T. lol. Ignorance is bliss. So is getting laid, but it's more fun with somebody who isn't afraid to carry on a goddam conversation.
By the way if you two have to get married so you're not compelled to testify against each other, I really hope that I'm allowed to be there so I can watch someone try to catch the bouquet, while watching people line up for the garter, or whatever the fuck people do these days, I have no idea. I can just imagine it. All those sad saps looking for a bit of that native Magick. Ugh. Still amazes me that they were mad at her for not swindling me faster, and mad at me for not letting myself get into that happenstance.
You know, chronic drug use really does lead to a decrease in intelligence. That's why I've been deliberately crafting the impression that I'm such a person ever since so 1991 when I thought it would be handy in the future to be underestimated by bigot squares. (I have been mostly proven correct in that conjecture.)
Why don't you just marry everyone? It's not like I'm going to get in your way. So blows my mind, you got everything you said you wanted... And what was it that made you so upset that you had to call me to issue a probably facetious death threat for me to convey early in the morning?
I still have no idea what it was, but it must have been a real big deal. Anyway, I'm not worried about it, obviously but I am fascinated to know what you thought you needed to tell me that for. Was I supposed to report you to somebody? I of course immediately told Jesus that I thought you were being very rude.
Imagine the surprise. Anyway, I understand, on today of all days it might be a bit awkward for you to have unexpected questions crop up. Cuz he's perfectly sensible to keep me out of your life and sideline me until you think that I'm going to be of use to you and then expect me to behave like an electric well pump, or a automatic butter knife sharpener, or a pocket scale to way your doses of scopolamine. Whatever the fuck it is you do, it's got to be more than charm.
Oh, right, now I remember: your secret weapon is poetry. LOL. Oh, God, that takes me back. I had to really pretend to be jealous, because obviously that's what you were both expecting.
Also, and this is kind of a shot in the dark, but if the authorities have voice transcripts of you and her plotting together to figure out how to fuck with me, that probably is why nothing is going the way either you expected, and well I suppose you're used to your communications being sacrosanct, in situations like this, where you're obviously up to something fairly shady, I'm pretty sure that there are rules to get around that kind of thing.
Remember when you told me two (2) 5 (5) hour stories back to back of your exploits? That's all in the cloud. I was back when you thought that I would be excited about the idea of her being abused because you thought that I resented her. Actually, no, and even if I did, I knew from the get-go that it was going to be you doing something to her and then me getting blamed for it and her getting killed and me put in prison and getting blamed for it and no one believed me and me being said that cry cry cuz that's how every playbook fucking ends.
Except this one. Why don't you send another honeypot? Maybe I'll give that one free rent for life too! I am, obviously, profoundly stupid and easily convincible of completely nonsensical conjectures.
For example, I find it hard to believe that she thought it would be okay to have sex with you if I had sex with somebody else, because I told her what would happen if she had sex with you, so that's why she didn't want tell me, and exactly what I told her I would do is exactly what happened.
The person I mislead you both into believing I was actually wanting, still hasn't seen me more than twice in person, no maybe three times in the last 12 years, we haven't had sex, she's having plenty of sex with other people, which is not something she mentioned before, and I didn't believe, and apparently somebody else knew without telling me cuz they were so convinced that I was actually really wanting to have sex with them just cuz I was sending a whole bunch of texts to them about a whole bunch of outrageous information.
Even the lady didn't buy it, but you too sure did. And I don't know how much she's been doing with herself since I met her, and it's really not a concern of mine, considering the arrangement that she and I had, but.. I'd like to remind you that while she's been doing whatever and accusing me of cheating on her, I've just been hanging out doing nothing at all with no one. One sex partner last 6 years and the one before that was whatever stupid sea sisters in disguise who came back later and pretended to be here too, I don't think that you're used to people seeing through that shit, but I pretty much did.
Long story short: she was forced to lie to everyone about how she was leaving me. lol. I guess if she told the truth, that wouldn't have worked out well, and I supposed to be convinced her that it would be a great idea to just use chorus of force against the guy that she was pretending was her boyfriend. Or two husband. Or sorcerer husband or whatever the fuck she was doing.
At some point she lost the script and started believing that some people who were feeding her mind controls were caring about her and that I was a bad person. Tell me, how do I look like a bad person? Well, for starters, I don't pay for her children. Obviously that's a big problem. I mean I taught them better and gave them a great example and have watched them turn their lives around in many ways and they certainly respect their mother more, but that doesn't say true love the way paying out money from my Mother's estate would.
I'm glad this all worked out so well for you, David. I think for sharing all the crucial information that you knew that I needed to know while you were demanding information from me. You were really decent and a gentleman about that, I want you to know that.
Just kidding. You openly lied to me and attempt to manipulate me and all it did was expose you to the world as the ludacrous ringmaster of loathing and bigotry that you have turned yourself into, for reasons I've never cared to delve into.
I feel like you committed some sort of foul offense in years gone by and it's been your penance to be assigned at the job of being skeevy spin doctor, I mean somebody has to do it, and you obviously are very talented. Like, the attempts that you have made to cause troubles for me have really been imaginative and somewhat impressive and awesome in their scope from time to time.
None of them actually accomplished any kind of useful objective, unless you really wanted me to fall out of love with her and be aware of a few other things, but that just seems ridiculous.
I can see how it's vitally important to you that I don't figure this out too quickly and then spread the entire sorted details of History all over the internet, since I could do that as a victim and you probably wouldn't prefer that so I can see why the court is giving you another four months. Hope you do something useful with it besides trying to set me up for another false... whatever.
Like seriously, when was the last time you took a vacation? I mean other than the times you went off with my supposed lover and had sex with her while she was pretending you were a bad man that she hated. Other than that, have you had a vacation lately?
I mean, obviously you deserve one. Why don't you start a gofundme? I'll chip in for some, start a trend.
Oh, that's right, I keep forgetting: you're too proud to take from others. Well, maybe next year.
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Hunter Biden set you up for being framed for a pedophilia pot ‘o murder.
That's when you get murdered by a pedophile who's been having sex with your child who needs to get away with it by murdering you and blaming you for it.
Eewww. I don't know if this case is hot or cold, but whatever it is, it sure is: gross.
Are you still hiding? I thought this was time for our regularly scheduled weekly meeting to hump each other's legs. Oh, right yeah you don't do that to me, but I'm totally doing it to you, uh-huh. Right.
When I was smart enough not to play The Tape in Court, and the next court date was scheduled for 4 months from now, an eagle from the sky dropped a 2x4 and it landed dead center on a (PROT) server login. G-ddam it now I can't read it anymore, at least not until another eagle comes by and picks it up, comes around again for another pass, and drops it dead center in the right spot: my other kidney.
Still looking forward to getting that paper.
Still no paper. Apparently the presses have been stopped. One would hope that includes press gangs. And by the way y'all not better be selling that stuff. Like for real, I can't do anything about that: it's not even mine. (Ed.: Not a Jack/Ruby matter.)
Are we still have two out of three logins so I'll just go and read your site and remind you that you've told me 8 or 9 times and you make a login and send it and you never did and I've never logged in and I DON'T REALLY need to but I guess I could END OF LINE
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You'll be fine. *click*
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You'll be fine. *click*
Yeah the g-ys too. I'm not that much of a bastard, and the Titanic Olympic is not expected to go down again. Completely unnecessary.
At least in terms of... expectations. Truth be told they sank the Olympic about 8 or 9 times in several different timelines and then wrapped him up with a ballot twine and some fucking kind of native poultice I don't know what the hell he used for a flex capacitor back in the day but believe me: the same kind of idea.
Problems develop on worlds where The Craft is held in secret, every.single.time... Sometimes something else develops that way too. (I was just getting used to it, too) I don't know what's happening here, now, but I'm not pushing anything. They send me for this button that says play the spaghetti Lawrence
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Yeah the g-ys too.
This also includes the amateur gynecologist. Look, look, reed, read: so if you want to Mr fantastic you got me instead sit down buckle up and shut up
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Desperation ruins a lady.
Rubini is right. You signed up for the war. Funny how you and Alistair think you can slander David with abandon, but the second he gives it back to you, you lose your mind. Weak. Sad.
I don't know what to say. Just marvel at it. It's like the whirly-spinny thing in the sky from Superman 2! Except... uh, where's General Zod?
This also includes the amateur gynecologist. Look, look, reed, read: so if you want to Mr fantastic you got me instead sit down buckle up and shut up
Zod's up there somewhere, I am sure. I will kneel now to remain in totescompliance. What is that, one might well have imagined a certain someone, asking at a certain time before?
Well, not any more. Someone just broke the last sippy cup, and now, all they have left to practice on docking and un-docking the Enterprise-D is... the actual Enterprise-D. (It's amazing what some people get to have flown in for their little Birthday Birthcase Berthing Bertha Blastoff Parties, isn't it?
/seethe.
Look, I'm going to make one more sippy cup, and then--just go smash it myself. Why not? Looks like fun, you all been doing that some. And, no, I'm not going to make two... I'll make just one, then break The Day Of The Mold Breakers wide open, and then... awww, shucks. Not really.
I'm not going to do anything at all. Certainly not interefere with RUBINI SPACE PANICK ATTACK BEAST MODE. Like, I don't know if you see what's going on over there.
Oh, I see it, alright. Also, some other things that I simply don't care to bandy about. Fancy that. Me, showing restraint.
Without even a hashtag. Hrrm. Perplexing.
So, what about the one that was terrified of him? Is she still terrified, or... is that getting handled? Because I'm not getting terrified much either. A little bit, but, eh, I'll live. I dare say I wonder about the others.
That's because I'm an empath. It's not because I want to know where their wallets are when their corpse drops. Anyway, it's a total breakdown of social grace and law & order out here where I am... and that seems okay with my neighbors and I. For now. Also, I got a call through on the descrambler, seemed happy to finally get back through, and then, they got shut down again.
What's going on out there, why, I have no idea. Thank God I'm not still living in that besotted motel, though... I wouldn't be able to stand it. I would have been so.... depressed.... a-bloo-bloo-bloo.
But I'm not. I took the high ground, and then I mysteriously have failed to demonstrate any urgent interest in getting blasted. So. Wasn't that what I was all about, eh? Let's see those statements and those documents and all that baldersnooty rooty-tooty.
Come on. Right here, right now. Why not? Who is to be protected?
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Who is to be protected?
Well, you know: don't count on me. I can barely count up to a Proper quorum. Land sakes! I swear galoshes!
Just look how unreliable I am when it comes to staying dead. I can't be counted on for nothing, including that.
I don't know what to say. Just marvel at it.
Oh, it's nothing. Just ignore it and it'll "go away." BUTT OUT JACK.
So, I'm uncertain what I want to put on Willem Dafoe's bagel yet. NOT my ejaculate. He'd never give up the chase. Sigh. Meanwhile, David: ZUGZWANG, BABY DOLL.
HOUSE? YES, IT IS MINE, THANKS FOR ASKING. TA!
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By the way: those are the decoy fruit.
Maintain cessations of hostile acts, plots, or plans. Or, you know, sure start more shit and plug in the mower. It's No Mow May, you know. I didn't' know. Anyway, I assume that I am not on some kind of dreary action list again, and I thought I would just check, given that, you know, this kind of thing ought be just about done by now.
I can now fully grok some of your queries, easily. I had no knowledge. Seems silly to whatever, but the whole thing was silly. Anyway, I am tired. Now's a great time to shit up my voicemails, sms, and email with your baseline settings.
I don't trust either of them and that's not from you but yo didn't help. I don't think you'd be assistive to me if you could help it, so these people are probably not going to be helping much but themselves.
Long story short, I never took possession in the first place, so your efforts to take your wife were hopeless, where would you like to take her? Look, no more of this shit. There's two of them, I'm not jumping through your damn hoops. Just get a third oxfruit or I DON"T CARE. "Burntout." Look, is there going to be another War in Heaven, or not? Good, I'll go start one. Does Heaven have a Normandy? Anywhere with bombs. Unfortunately I have to stay.
Because it's an emergency. Yeah, I been that since 2018. She started spinning her eyes funny. Eventually they convinced her I was nastyman and canceled her rem therapy and she was screaming at pictures of me. Well, at least we didn't have long, drawn-out arguments. Fast forward to now and I guess they killed all the guards when coming out of some sleepchamber. I doubt it. These translations suck.
Oh, and you're not calling. Wow. maybe you're heavy under something trapped. Wash day? Nothing... clean? Whatever. He might actually not know how to express gratitude without chloroform, at least as a chaser.
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When are you ever going to fucking learn that starting a big bunch of shit and then changing your phone number and hiding by the tree is never going to get you anywhere except here, David. Now we all know that you're better than that.
I have some more women that I used to know in a past life that you can run rush out over if you think you're so fucking stupid as you do that for a ninth fucking time. Because if you think I'm going to fucking keep lining them up and so so you can knock them down just for fun I have no interest in that at all I never wanted that at all I don't know what the fuck you're doing but I do know that I'm not doing anything at all so this mysterious trail of ex-girlfriends that leads directly to your fucking door eight or nine fucking times it's obvious everybody yes some questions about that I'm sure somebody has I don't know what I don't need to ask that I think probably I'm biased, but boy howdy I bet somebody else is going to have to get the fucking bias out aren't they, lol, need to bring a slide rule to your taxes at the same time, get a twofer.
Oh, hey hey by the way, no new podcast anytime soon... Not out of respect, ot courtesy, I just don't feel like having it be done. I'll get around to it when I feel like it.
p. s. s. : As a matter of fact yes I do have somewhere else to go for the next 3 or 4 days and I have absolutely no one to go with and no one to go away from and no reason whatsoever at all to do anything differently than what I've been doing.
Why don't you take a picture yourself listening to my podcast? It'll last longer then. Mom says, “hi!!! Oh, dear.”
Wasn’t me. #peacerollout
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Mx Big is a little fuck girl slut.
Imagine the double advent double calendar. 5:5.
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Hey, faggot.
Plan to quit your wingeing any time soon?
Let me get this straight: I don't care how many times you caterwaul into the empty hallways of your gay little blog site.
I AM NEVER RETRACTING A THING. EVER.
Not a snowball's chance in hell. Capice?
Read my tweets. Yes! Yesss! Feel the pain. Feel it burn inside you.
I WILL NEVER POST A SINGLE DISCLAIMER. I WILL NOT EDIT MY FILES TO ACCOMMODATE YOUR SWOLLEN EGO.
Your "girlfriend" left you.
You look and sound short in your posts.
You whine and moan like a stuck pig about your name being slandered.
Remember, dickface, you were the one who entered into this world with your first and last names publicly available for all in sundry to see!
THAT'S YOUR FAULT. WALK INTO THE CAVE OF TROLLS AND EXPECT PREFERENTIAL TREATMENT? SEEK PSYCHIATRIC AID.
YOU WATCH AND WAIT AND STUDY MY EVERY KEYSTROKE ON THE WORLD WIDE WEB. IF MY TWEETS SPOOK YOU SO MUCH, DON'T READ THEM MAYBE?
THE WHOLE WORLD MUST BOW AND SCRAPE TO THE "GREAT" RUBINI? YOU ARE NOBODY. YOU ARE A BOOMER WITH A FUCKING DAY JOB.
SUE ME. SERIOUSLY. FUCKING SUE ME OR SHUT YOUR FAT MOUTH.
If you are offended it is your problem, and frankly lots of things offend lots of people.
You can't judge an internal injury by the size of the hole.
YOU THINK YOU HAVE ME IN YOUR GRIPS? YOUR SKIN IS SO THIN AND YOU LONG FOR CONTROL OVER EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING IN YOUR IMMEDIATE ENVIRONMENT.
YOU DRUM UP CLAIMS OF PAEDOPHILIA FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF GETTING EVEN WITH SOMEONE WHEN A WIDE ARRAY OF VICTIMS CLAIM YOU RAPED THEM.
I have been living my life, happily going about my business, and you're still stuck on me and what I have or haven't done-- What I said last, who I spoke to, what I think, who I am...
Jesus H. Christ. Get a life.
In case you didn't know already, I am feeding off of the attention. It is like a spiritual meal for my blackened visage.
In the name of
JEHOVAH
LUCIFER
SATAN
and THEIR UNION
THROUGH THE MAGICIAN, JESUS CHRIST
- A666ERAE
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And, postscript, just to let you know how your impatience and desire for instant gratification fucked you.
I had already taken the time to hand craft a custom disclaimer, and had had it applied to my archives. All throughout the time you were trashing me the past few weeks-- I just gave you the benefit of the doubt, and thought, okay, fair game, I'll just do "the right thing." Whatever.
I was going through my shows with the help of my camp, I was jotting down shows that were going to be remastered with a verbal disclaimer. But here you are, on your empty little board writing desperate ultimatums, hoping something will stick, aiming at anyone or anything around me.
Because of your short temper, and your continued desire to have everything go according to the way you wanted it, because you and your fake girlfriend publish daily butthurt blogs with everything wrong in your lives being my fault, I now am at the place where I have abandoned the disclaimer project.
You fucked yourself. You couldn't shut your fucking mouth and wait a couple weeks. You did this to yourself. These consequences are what you suffer for your arrogance and self-important derision, as you hold your nose up to ex-BellGabbers and sneer at them.
SUE ME.
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Looks as if you've been desperately awaiting anything remotely related to you being written about by me.
No content? Pffft. Says the faggot who promises everyone the sun, moon and stars, but has yet been able to put out a single podcast without my help.
You call 300+ shows "no content?" And I'll talk about whatever I fucking want to talk about.
I don't owe you shit.
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You're just butthurt because you can't control me.
Its clear as day that you expect the entire world to revolve around you.
You have serious delusions of grandeur.
If I'm so much of a nobody, tell me, why do you spend 99% of your time discussing me?
HA HA!
You thought you had me.
But no dice.
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Wow.
Those are a lot of pictures of me you have saved in a folder on your desktop.
This is delicious. Keep feeding my ego with attention-- I simply can't get enough of it.
I'm not buzzed one way or the other at you calling me a paedophile, either.
Know why it doesn't bother me? Because its flash fiction.
You cumwad, have no sense of humour or self-awareness whatsoever.
I can't wait for you to actually put out a podcast.
C'mon. You've been speaking about it for years. Time to do something for a change instead of talking about it.
Saying you're gonna do something as opposed to actually doing it are 2 very different things.
If the hate you feel crawling through your system is the only thing that'll get you off your ass and shitcasting, at least I'd have had enough of an impact in your life that I got you to do something, for once.
You attack everyone who associates with me because you have failed to offend me or affect my creative output at any level. I just keep going.
You are stuck in the past. You're old, you're weak and you're a loser.
The very fact that you bring up the supposed "numbers" when it comes to any given forum speaks to your desperate need for approval. You and I both know your site is a glorified blog, and you even admitted it (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=2703.msg4480#msg4480) today for the first time.
Ha ha, look at you now. Reposting anything you can in a mad scramble to try and save face.
You're pathetic.
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When all else fails, and out of sheer desperation, just dox everyone?
HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
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Go read Rubini's blog. He's having a meltdown. Brought on by little old me, of course!
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I AM THE VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD
AND I CONTROL YOU
I AM THE HATE YOU TRY TO HIDE
AND I CONTROL YOU
I AM DENIAL, GUILT AND FEAR
AND I CONTROL YOU
I AM THE PRAYERS OF THE NAÏVE
I AM THE LIE THAT YOU BELIEVE
AND I CONTROL YOU
I TAKE YOU WHERE YOU WANNA GO
I GIVE YOU ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW
I DRAG YOU DOWN I USE YOU UP
MISTER SELF DESTRUCT
YOU LET ME DO THIS TO YOU
I CONTROL YOU
I CONTROL YOU
I CONTROL YOU
I AM AN EXIT
I AM THE NEEDLE IN THE VEIN
I AM THE HIGH YOU CAN'T SUSTAIN
AND I CONTROL YOU
I AM THE BULLET IN THE GUN
I AM THE TRUTH FROM WHICH YOU RUN
I AM THE SILENCING MACHINE
I AM THE END OF ALL YOUR DREAMS
I TAKE YOU WHERE YOU WANNA GO
I GIVE YOU ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW
I DRAG YOU DOWN I USE YOU UP
MISTER SELF DESTRUCT
YOU LET ME DO THIS TO YOU
YOU LET ME DO THIS TO YOU
YOU LET ME DO THIS TO YOU
YOU LET ME DO THIS TO YOU
YOU LET ME DO THIS TO YOU
YOU LET ME DO THIS TO YOU
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I can't get enough of the attention! More! More! More!
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How disappointing. You see a juicy thread title promising slander, and all you get are a barrage of YouTube clips.
STEP YOUR GAME UP!!!
LMFAO
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Every single account on RubiniGab is DVR socking up, talking to himself.
AND I'M THE SCHIZO?!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Please post about me more. Do it! Do it! 24/7! Lets see how long it takes you to burn out!
YOU GOT TO BURN TO SHINE.
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I can't get enough of the attention! More! More! More!
As soon as these leprechauns finish beating the gnomes into submission, I'll re-task them to gathering up all my spare, excess, lying on the ground, boring my teats off attention into an approved container and then shove it at the most deserving candidate for the next deserving staffing soiree.
I would do it myself but I ditched my car in the ding-dong ditch and the road is blocked and its raining and... look, I have to do everything around here, starting with needle jokes drugs. So I'm going to look there first.
In the meantime, I see here on my daily shooting schedule sheet hotlist that I hotswapped from your logistics g-y when he dropped off your latest load of HotPockets (yeah, not your home dimension, how did you guess? you thought you had destroyed any access to any accessible synthcognational line? Well. That seems like a remarkably specific pre-caution to take in a cirucmstance like this, but, it'll fit in pacificst_shotgun_namstile) that you're allergic to HotPockets. Isn't that weird? Delivering + Warning them at the exact same time in real time?
Let's face it: Kuczi's hot. Give him three (3) wives, pronto. Kid's having too much fun every day, dying every night. What are we gonna do, fuckin' boo! him to death?
Go read Rubini's blog. He's having a meltdown. Brought on by little old me, of course!
He has a blog? Who writes it for him, me? (Ed.: You really are hopeless, aren't you?)
May 5: The Day of Practical Awakening
May 6: The Day of Materialized Fantasy
May 7: The Day of Devotion
Who loves my Baby(s)? That's gotta be alright with Me. (bitches: sweep the legs.) *crack*
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AND I'M THE SCHIZO?!
Well, uh, technically: yes. That's why you take schizo pills. Because you're a schizo. Imagine if they made you take Afrostarkravingbonkers pills. Fuck, you'd be gobbling that whole bottle every morning before breakfast if it t'weren't put up on a high enough shelf, Pillhound.
Eyes on you. Don't even think about grabbing the (legit.can't.think.) pills either. Gonna need those later when this solar overpressure wave finishes sterilizing your junk.
Well, yeah. Blood vessels, mostly. You'll thank someone with 12 fingers and 13 toes later. (Ed. Que sera, sera)
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Imagine...
Don't make your problems mine.
You take schizo pills. Because you're a schizo.
Oh. Oh! Top kek, Mr. Special Needs Trust.
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Don't you have somebody's deceased sibling to mouthrape, necrophiliac?
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Here: use my spade-- er, shovel...
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He has a blog?
You overslept todays debriefing again, didn't you?
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I AM THE VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD
Problems develop on planets/globes in worlds/words when The Craft is HELD SECRET.
Fortunately, paranoid schizophrenic delusions with accompanying auditory hallucinations DO NOT have to be one of them! Thanks to the innovations that the Kuczi Oscillating Overthruster have brought to the table... uh, yeah, the demonoids took a look at what that could do, and they all took off running, backing their bags while heading to the door. Maintain vigilance... and it might be time for a little light panic buying. Keep it light, tho. I can't remember where I shoved your last gift(s) and I don't wanna deal with any overages on any return trips.
In a manner of speaking, that is. Hey, how soon after I get my fist/first paycheck, can I ask for my second raise? (Ed. Yeah, I told him to ask. I thought it would be funny. It is. See? I'm laughing.) Asking to NOT die from an O.D. unless it's a hot muffin with enough lasagna to feed the whole army.
Yes. I have an army. I don't think they even came with the job.
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https://youtu.be/NtUlLZyH4Og
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...
OK, retard.
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Don't make your problems mine.
When you withheld messages intended for me witthout just cause --even if only allegedly-- you opened up the pot'o'fish. I don't have problems. I have fish. (The_Original isn't going to ever give up. Kinda envy you, to be yon.)
Oh. Oh! Top kek, Mr. Special Needs Trust.
No, that's Mr. Kuczi, Sourceror. Doesn't that sound fuckin' special enough for you? It sure is for me! The lifestyle that comes with having attained this level of rank and reknown and a demonstrable history of fuckin getting fuckin results that count is not anything like what any of you might be imagining it's been like, because really the first few gigs is really just lurching around dealing with a wide variety of different types of pains in the ass/neck, one right after another.
Slow, steady blinking. Mad, staccato thumping. Now, arm, beet, or liver? Choose one and turn the rest into Big Billy Badass if you want to live. Go on. Do it. Don't you want to live?
What? Do you need another beet? Come on man.
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OK, retard.
I need the Shadowguards to cease their ceaseless hunt onto the team. Tricky request, I know --but you know how to handle it, I am certain.
I am using the word "need" here, and, let the record clearly show: at the moment, I don't even need a fucking shower. (*Richard drops dead*) Oh yeah, that reminds me, make sure you leave my Dick, right--like you found it.
The_Live_One is right here. The other guy? He's an order taker, fuck him. Yeah, I would save that for last, too.
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No, that's Mr. Kuczi, Sourceror. Doesn't that sound fuckin' special enough for you? It sure is for me!
Just because you buy your drugs off the street and use them without a prescription, diagnosis or out of a little orange bottle doesn't make you any better than me.
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The other guy? He's an order taker, fuck him.
You take your orders from Rubini? I knew it.
You're the most violent "pacifist" I ever met.
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I don't even need a fucking
*sad trombone: sad saxophone 55, where the fuck are you? If i had legs, I would fucking walk, but I am a fucking trombone. I'm not even a goddam motorcycle. I'm a couldelope buttlestay. WHERE IS THE SADDEST TOMATO? (Blankalon)?*
I told her to go wash her goddam hair for six and a half billion years, and she's not back yet. I'd take my sweet ass time to get back here if I were her, too. Girl is -so- happy to be alive. You know what someone did? Convinced her I was dead. Juliet Biznatch, yo. Anyway, I wouldn't ask -her- too many questions, if I were ewe/you know. Simple stuff. Basic stuff. Stuff like, "When is dinner?", "Why did you stop moving that thing?", or "Where is my nearest shotgun?" will probably be big winners in focus group testing.
Remember: you asked for this, not at all. Consent matters? Yes, that's right... I see here on pg. 678 of "Psychic Triad Training, Boy Scouts Ed. (dateClas.)" that is true... but... NOT, IF KEYSER SOZE'S WIFE IS ON THE LINE!!!!
Shrug. Rules is rules, 'Luder.
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You take your orders from Rubini? I knew it.
The_Other_Guy didn't exist: a literary allusion. (You're used to them. Stop stammering, Hammy. You look like you've seen a Kasper.)
You're the most violent "pacifist" I ever met.
I had a bad day once.
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Hey, how soon after I get my fist/first paycheck, can I ask for my second raise?
I wouldn't know. We millenials just ghost an employer if we don't want the job. I've seen more than just a couple boomers blow a gasket over us Flaky Foont's.
Asking to NOT die from an O.D. unless it's a hot muffin with enough lasagna to feed the whole army.
If you really did choke that lasagna, and broke its neck, why did Judge Fudge allow you to post bail?
[a] job.
Don't talk about stuff you know nothing about. I must caution you.
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I had a bad day once.
I've got a fully loaded clip of vitriol to counter this. But I don't want to make you beg for mercy.
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I told her to go wash her goddam hair for six and a half billion years, and she's not back yet. I'd take my sweet ass time to get back here if I were her, too.
Yesterday was a million years ago, in all my past lives I've played an asshole. Now I've found you, its almost too late, and this earth seems obliviating.
We are trembling in our crutches, high and dead, our skin is glass. I'm so empty here without you, I cracked my xerox hands.
The dogs slaughter each other softly. Love burns its casualties. We are damaged, Provider Modules. Spill the seeds at our children's feet.
I'm so empty here without you, I know they want me dead!
I know it's the last day on earth, we'll be together while the planet dies. I know it's the last day on earth. We'll never say goodbye.
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I don't want to make you beg for mercy.
I don't want to give you the same bad day. I couldn't last 5 minutes watching you go through it let alone.. oh wait you're the one who thinks s/he/ITs tough right, Brother-of-%integrity, you are fuckin' hard tree wood too. You're still not ready for even 5 minutes of that bad day. It was pretty bad — and, Hell, I was there. (No, I'm not going with you and no you can't take my clone. Oh you want a regular clone? Oh that's cute, oh yeah, you're gonna get lonely. Yeah, right, now you get it — how will you come back?)
Now scoot over.
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Now I've found you
Heh. "Now"? Okay. Good poetry otherwise. Solid poetry. Fast forward approx 11 months and beam yourself over to me so you can kiss my country kitchen farm ass golden hunger wonder EYE/LAND C^5_MAN goodbye before I can say, "HELLO WORLD. TIME FOR A BAPTISM."
That -will- work. Kinda early tho. It will be a real popular shortcut in the future when your kids find it hidden on The Holodeck, tho.
Jackstar: planning for the future. I had that much free time. oxoxoxoxoxoxfuckyougoy--wow. I -am- salty, huh? I don't even remember writing that! Or, ewe.
Justice for Ewe.
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I'm not going with you ... you can't take my clone ... you want a regular clone?
Antidepressant: (n.) any of various energetic techniques for warding off parasitic friends, colleagues, and family members.
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Yesterday was a million years ago, in all my past lives I've played an asshole.
We'll never say goodbye.
Yes, but, this time you played a Hungarian (http://Hungarian) asshole, and as is evident by now — there are consequences. How does A know Red? How does GF know J? Have any of you figured out the difference between a line marriage, a group marriage, and a conga line of federally employed defense contractors signing up—reluctantly—to use the one sorcerer's crucible still left in existence on their plan of reality? Well here's a hint: the last one is fucking badass to actually see, but I only got the particle for the ix’tures.
By the way, let me remind you, I told you that I came here to rescue you, not to bust you, and if I get my patience tried even a little bit more by any of your (blank) shenanigans I'm going to try see if I can pull them both off with just one boob, not just one dick.
You actually needed rescuing, n'est-ce pas? Well, I found a way to do that, that didn't involve (blank), folded up nicely so that it was all sharp corners, put it all tucked up inside a nicely wrapped gift box and then gave it to your (blank), (blank). Yeah, you know the one.
And, why, yes, yes excellent! I would love to never have “sex” ever again! I'll have what she's having instead! Because, believe me, what you've been having, that's not sex.
Why don't you ask her if she'll let you see it sometime? I am on your side, I am on your team, I am pretty funny, and I will allow it. I don't see why I wouldn't, I allowed that face tonight ;)
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I know they want me dead!
Heh heh. They're... reconsidering. What do you think they want me? pre-op and back off, fly away on my broke-down-busted-ass-broomstick as fast as I fucking can't, that's what they want. Well, too bad, because I want... (CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET HIGHEST PRIORITY). I'd like that now, please. Delivered. (I'm not doing 4 months wait/weight).
Boy, good thing I didn't ask for a white one, sheeeeit.
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The dogs slaughter each other softly. Love burns its casualties. We are damaged, Provider Modules. Spill the seeds at our children's feet.
Some guy from US Army corps of engineers says he's got an upgrade here for you if you want it says made of evil feather says you stole them says they were stolen back so they were processed and then turned some kind of nanotech opponent and then I looked at that and I said yeah I'll tell her all about it don't worry thanks then I threw the trash because you don't need that fucking shit what the fuck are you doing?
I'm so empty here without you
Well have you considered that if I were there I would not bring you heroin? How about this why don't you email me your script/Rx? I don't mean to be rude or be in violation of any sort of law of any kind, but if you're empty and I were there... you would still be empty? Well, remember I don't do these rhetorical questions anymore, when The Singularity closes, again, Christ, I got one job on this planet now (the one that I'm on) and I'm going to do it; carry the temple/tentpole adequately/precisely either with/without being at all obvious... but that's exactly what I'm doing with it. TO GET GER Fucking. (PROT) mother while drinking (PROT) sister's milkshake and pissing on (PROT) father's grave... in_real_time.
Must remember to juggle. It might not help anything work out any better, but it should help keep the babies from getting scared.
(You can text me an address now, Meaty Matey Master Anderson Percy-Pixel-Perfy, or is it actually fucking purdy. Unless one of you has fucking actual Ebola, in which case stay off the police comms until I get there and cure it.
I'll cure it with my love. We don't want to set the bombs off; we just want to take our clothes off. It's a jungle out there. HALF of The Savage Lands are on this rock, and the other half want off the plane.
Meanwhile I won't be in a dive bar in the west downtown... Unless I just build one in my driveway, and obviously if either one of us wanted to do that then we would have already but I happen to know a lot of alcoholics and that just seems like that would be rude to do right in front of them. So building it on the internet instead —totescrowd
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Don't you have somebody's deceased sibling to mouthrape, necrophiliac?
I don't think you killed your sister yet this time around, and frankly, I would prefer not to.
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says made of evil feather
Translation Circuit Feather: Eagle I Heather
Well have you considered that if I were there I would not bring you heroin? How about this why don't you email me your script/Rx?
Hold off on that last one until I'm on the right side. *glances down at hand* oh, I see here that it says ”we're good,” and, as soon as I get Ding-A-Ling out of that ditch, we're fine. I can fucking totestake a totestaged toteshower any totesgoddam totestime that fuckin’ want. Yes, I am perfectly sober to drive.
But only if it has four wheels and flies.
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If you really did choke that lasagna, and broke its neck, why did Judge Fudge allow you to post bail?
Oh, I believe I know, and I believe that is... well, frankly, NUNYA. (Someone please remember to ask me this one later, the answer I know is interesting and I bet the backstory is a phenom.) I was never interested in blowing people's private details wide open across spacetime... so when I found myself doing so, it was easy to discern that someone had weaponized my existence and hoped that I would blunder about, blowing things up. Like those dolphins! With the bombs attached!
What a great idea. What could have gone wrong? *BOOM* *splooosh* I mean, besides -that-.
Don't talk about stuff you know nothing about. I must caution you.
I know nothing about the 31 parallel narratives that I posses of that night, no, not at all. It's not like I count them every night like they're fucking shepherds counting/raping sheep or anything, no, not at all. Massive fucking rolleyes. Hey, where was this concern for stuff I know nothing about when it was just my ass you thought was on the line? Huh? Huh? Oh, right, self-absorbed narcissist with paranoid ante-Deluge-anal tendencies. Right. I know you. You are my friend.
Still, Friend... settle down. Yikes.
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Of course you and Starr are done. what did you expect from an aging, retirement center living, bed-ridden alky? You'll never know if it's her or the vodka talking, but you will catch crap either way. Her needs are so high that no one will ever meet them, certainly not you. Same thing holds for Tootsie who has deep-seated abandonment issues which she will project on others the minute they fail to reply to her promptly. You've been on the shit end of that game so many times it boggles the mind you keep playing along. And you know, who's more needy, you or those two high maintanance fishwifes? And its irony plus to see you a swinging on the end of their heavy sttention needs see saw. Good luck with that! No new subjects for your podcast? I bet that's how you think things are. Drama + drama - bellgab = a circular firing squad and you can expect the agency shills will drop subscriptions soon enough too. I mean what is it you think you produce that is worth paying for anyway? Hearing some thirty yer old snowflake meltdown in tears, podcast after podcast, over the latest perceived slight, real or imagined, is fucking boring! Maybe you can fire the Decon anger puppet up again. Or maybe you can hope Heather comes back and the Rubini troll blasts in to lay waste to the paranormal talker-verse. These might be in play soon. Or you could grab a vine on the Groyper cat lady streams and drop your hopelessly needy, drama-craving self in the middle of some real female angst and hot cat fights. Not being harsh, but that's about all you got left out here. Your forum has almost no one who makes topical content worth reading, let alone subscribing too, and hoping laser, wotr and pate will carry the ball for you while you work yourself into these seemingly endless drama tantrums and then play hide and seek with your own forum members ain't going to cut it. You will soon find yourself talking to an empty screen. You have what, maybe 8 active users? As exercises in ego goes you laid a big fat drama egg and expected the audience to worship it and marvel over it. Clue time - they can get that for free all over youtube. You offer nothing unique except where you live. Crave more peeps? You need to google mary marlowe and her ayahuasca therapy - now that broad makes errinf look like a choirgirl. Or how about pink lady luck? Want to get her motor running? Revive the gripe the deceased being there had after sending her money and then not getting it back when she pitched a tantrum. Groyper just sent that old twat into orbit and it took almost no effort on his part. Hawt stuff! Or you could ask walks to turn his hacker tools on roz or shreddie and do an agency grade doxxing. You have so few users you haven't alienated yet, but like burning the furniture to keep warm it's a fire sale forum when you go there, and you will soon have no other material left. Even better what about your old flame merton, what happened to that paramour forum fling? Meantime you've got a pushy swish fag making passes at straight dudes, which is super unappealing to most normal users, but as long as he greases your palms you can't tell him to quit acting like a fag stalker, which he has become. How gross, making passes at men he'll never have a shot at. Shit like that makes your venue a creepy, icky, unsafe opace, which is ironic as hell given what total snowflake you are and how quickly you fall apart under minor user criticism. Things fall apart, don't they? Namaste then drama addict, even crackstar and meow's rapey trafficking fantasies weren't enough to keep your ship afloat.
Face it gayboi, Rubini, his forum content, style, stats and his (stoic viewership on the rise) strategy is your (Achilles heel) dream.
You are left with your mom and her father.
Who?
Yes. Ants have souls and daughters and 4 night mares that never won.
You are a brood mare, no oracle, twinkle toes.
By the way, put some perfume around that aroused snatch that's leaking.
Goodbye, bunny.
Une seule lanterne brille faiblement,
à travers un manteau de brume glacée
quand le monsieur s'arrête brusquement.
Un doux grognement guttural monte crescendo,
déchirant l'air qui l'entoure
le surprenant, il tourne une fausse bravade.
Les poils du cou se dressent dans des statues glacées,
son coeur se fige dans sa gorge
et la peur se reflète dans son ciel bleu.
Le malaise lui noue l'estomac,
trop tard, il voit les yeux brillants,
foudroyé, son cri est figé.
Se précipitant vers l'arrière,
échappant à sa pensée fugace,
des dents si pointues bizarrement…
I love it. Marry (PROT). No rush.
I possess The Key to unlock all this speculative knowledge. Naturally, no one has come to ask. And I really don't know if anyone will... or even can.
So, if that doesn't constitute a successful test of the totescloak device, I dunno what would. Yeah, I'm fine. *polite_cheer* Knees are starting to give out from all the victory laps. I don't wanna switch to the backup knees, I'm saving those in case I have to make another run to/from the/an altar. (Fog Of War makes everything pretty dicey.)
Yeah, I'm gonna buy some goddam weed. What's the problem? Oh, I bet you jelly. *roll_the_bones* Go fish.
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At this point, I wish I had ever worked for you, so I could just fucking quit. By the way, D*, you suck at improv, and your Fool’s fuel’s formula isn't helping.
Now, I know that's just my opinion, but it's possible I might know what I'm talking about here.
I'll check with a legal professional and contact you the morning after I ever fuckin’ feel like fuckin’ doing fuckin’ anything, fucking ever again. Okay, I'm back. Is it morning where you are in Dubai, and is the sky blue there yet? Asking for a horseshoe that's close enough to doubling as brains for your mirror/mare.
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Of course I'm not angry, or mad, or even mildly perturbed. I literally just don't even fucking care.
Now, where am I, it totesucks here (nice after-party tho), I'm not fucking staying ALL_ONE, and where do I find the chickenshit ho-ho-hero who thought I needed The Light? Baby, The Light needs ME. Fuck those carrots, I could see them in the dark too. Dumb barn. Stupid door. Nope, I'm not a horse.
I MIGHT NOT BE A SOURCE ERROR RIGHT NOW, I'M NOT SURE, BUT, I AM A MAN. NOT JUST ANY MAN — A HUNGARIAN MAN WHO'S BEEN VAPING HUCKLEBERGER'S FAMED FAMILY FARMED HUCKLEBERRIES FOR LITERALLY G-D’S DAMNED MONTHS.
I DO NOT NEED THE GRILL. I DO NOT EVEN NEED THE GIRL. NOR THE WOMAN.
THEY NEED ME. NO DEALS. (Well I guess you can have a pony if you get to pay for it. Yeah I like animals duh. oy Christ you again shut up bye
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At this point, I wish I had ever worked for you, so I could just fucking quit.
I take back this wish because I'm glad I haven't because now there won't be a conflict of interest during the hostile takeover and corporate restructuring that will result in your immolation and Ascension to the higher Corridors of Power.
p.s.: bro I'm not going to lie, you make some complicated wishes. kudos
p.p.s.: you don't need my approval, pfft. I'm not going to say it, suffer the consequences
POST POST POST SCRIPT: THUNDERDOME PERIOD
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Her needs are so high that no one will ever meet them
One more thing, I got to ask: who actually wrote this shit? Listen, I don't have to ask you if you were fucking high, coz like, clearly you were balls out loud proud, but I want you to know something real clear: the MIND ON THE MATTER actually works a WHOLE lot better if a person is already SMART IN THE FIRST PLACE. You really should have taken a break at some point by now, lol
S55
(Stay out of M/N/y State. That's a suggestion.)
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One more thing, I got to ask: who actually wrote this shit?
https://youtu.be/1sxllXLN6_M
Something impressive: I completely agree with him about everything except him saying that I'm one of them. That's kind of a stroke of genius david, I mean I see what you're doing there that's 100% accurate you're just claiming that I act that way and you're condemning someone named me who acts that way, when actually no no actually I don't do those things that you're condemning but I do see the issue your way isn't that amazing how you're like swapping me on the bus and then take my clothes at the same time it's almost like you've been trained or some shit.
By the way you sound really tired and cranky without your meth. I bet that's a fucking drag and a half, huh?
PS yeah it really is obvious that you're not on it. I've heard you when you're on it, believe it, I could tell. And you know me and I'll judge but it sure does seem strange you got to use an artificial Advantage all the fucking time.
Also you're the leader of the anonymous people who are attacking. Sometimes, sometimes, every alternate Thursday is your day in the bowl, trust me you want the day after Wednesday you don't want Wednesday that little fuck was the worst husband
I can't get over how moderate and sedate and with just a tinge of complete and total spiritual and happiness you sound in this clip when you're clearly not on meth. Imagine that. Do you think anybody will ever be scared of you again? And if no don't you think that'll help you get laid once in a while?
I don't care what anybody says Jackstar's lies and he spins, it's gross
Yeah; but at least it's not a (You) gross.
Walls closing in. Urge to kill negligible. Did you really plan on getting me stuck with fucking 12 women because that's how many are fucking knocking on the door to tell me about the asshole you are. And, yeah, I don't need 12, Jesus Lord Christ do I even need one? Well you're not getting any right now, just start cleaning up your fucking attitude.
Oh, I understand you don't know how to do it, but tell you what: why don't you just stay away from girls &/on meth for a while and see if you can work on your self-esteem in some other way, maybe something will turn up in your Google feed. Hey, have you met ted? He's really into macrame.
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https://youtu.be/3veJ3kG3SlM
Sing me another sadly laughable excuse for waving a white towel.
https://youtu.be/ehYvseT27c4
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Sing me another sadly laughable excuse for waving a white towel.
Does he even know that he's in the Prime Matrix? He's getting moved to another planet, it's got to be transparent to him, or else he'll get fucking paranoid you know how he gets. Like a dog with a bone hell never let it go.
Wow, look at me :-\ I might be some kind of expert
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The Man In Black rode across the desert, and G-SINK followed.
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You Don't Know Jack about shit fuck off
The same goes for this guy. His party sucked. What a gang of losers.
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Why that reminds me of this:
https://youtu.be/AQXVHITd1N4
Must be the rum (https://pikfly.com/images/products/50/13668.jpg) in my mojito, Nautical Shore.
RubiniGab is a single-sausage party (now with more sock puppetry) or there are actually folx (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Folx) there?
Axing for a fiend, TIA.
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https://youtu.be/_ottoWhy that reminds me of this:
This isn't English, Amy_Chaser. For real. Look, this is part of my strength here: I tend to always put something useful behind the colon. I don't just keep leaving shit smeared all over the ground where I've walked.
And, I DO walk. Now, why you've found yourself in the position of Old_Boy's_Bikini_Guard, I cannot say... with Authority. Not any. No, not any at all.
{Rube: this seemed wise? Dude. Also, no calls from you in a long. long time. A long time. This seemed wise? Wow. Well, on your own head be it.}
Okay, so, "why that reminds me of this" that phrase there... isn't going to be leading Me/ME/me into clicking that link on that video. I ain't clicking that shit, my nigga. And... YOU ARE my "nigga." How about "Nijja"? Nah, I got one of those. She's not for your either, no maybe about it. Anyway, back to work. I gotta re-iterate: I AM NOT GONNA WATCH YOUR VIDEO. Not at first.
Probably at the end of what I write. I may or may not remember that you thought that some fucktoy video was ever going to be important. Hey, guess what? (What?) You haven't really been "Anon" this whole time. You haven't exactly been a confusing element to me here. Also, you need to fx that phone. YOU NEED. See, how that works is... energetic connections of suh-such magnitude, are only best unwound by their original Creator.
And, I don't wanna invoke God to get this done. Look, I wasn't tryna be nice. I AM, ACTUALLY NICE. And, as I am, I will tell you... not here, but I -will- tell you, damn son, you make a man want to sleep right through -several- Tequila Sunrise viewings.
I figured there would have to have been some connection in the future. You needed a DNA sample, right? "Here, drink this totally full drink!" Me: "This is a trap. No one who broke my hand would give me a gift months later with that smarmy-fucktard look on his face. That's what he thinks of me, honestly, and whatever facial expression he's -actually- wearing to try and get me to drink from a trap glass... well, that's how mirror magick works, Buddy/Budde/(X)." What can I tell you? I've been researching the occult for just a short while... but I learned time travel first or last, I forget which. Either way, that's a good order to be in. Also a good order: forgive someone for trapping/poisoning/breaking you _BEFORE_ becoming status: evaded/trapped integrity status: CLEAR/POISON IMMUNE repair status SOLID/SOLID green means go, red means stop, yellow means go as fast as you can with a still-broken hand.
Look, I thought we've been over this. I really had. Maybe you should have taken the time to take the time to really drill down and figure out what is going on here. You clearly have no idea, Target Commanding Trips. See, isn't that cool? You've got codenames you've never heard of before. "Manly Pate"? Jesus, is that the balding fat fuck dipshit who thought he had any Authority? at all? Look, dude might have jurisdiction, but he didn't have any diction to keep up with Me before. let alone... now.
(btw, you got quite a rare bird on your hands. Soon to be a flock of seagulls, provided it can be demonstrated that someone like me can handle some douche bag of fort dix rejects like you. You're not working with Dames, are you? Dear God. You have know knidea knowhat knyour knigglet knito, knighthuh? Knuh-huh. Buddy. (Yeah, S/He/IT made us buddies. Can you believe it. Well, you were dumb enough to think that I would eventually shoot meth, now aren't you? "Let the METH flow through you." See, I actually did know what that -was- supposed to do. I note that you've stopped spamming it.
Kudos. Rolleyes. Now, speaking of meth: dude I really never have shot it. ALSO: this means... I've actually never even seen it before. I asked someone about the last time, you know what was said: "(Clas.) years!!" With a snooty look in S\er Eye One, eying Jack's two eyes, gazing open and innocent, crawling out of the gutter. Reaching out for meth/crystal/stars/help/info/INTEL. DUDE. I already am a star, why would I want more? Oh, right, you clearly don't know how tit all works. Look, you have your obligations, and I have mine.
Trust me to believe myself when I tell you that I know: you wouldn't like my obligations, and I see no conflict between yours and mine. Clearly: YOU DO. Well, as interesting as that is, in times of War such as these, we have to set things aside sometimes. "Obvious trap drink is obvious." "Holy shit, she just tried to fool me with sleight of hand with my mother's enchanted mirror. So now, I'm doubly sure. Who the fuck put this girl up to this much lying to Clergy? There's gonna be -serious- consequences." *wiggle_ass* Holy shit, she just broke my mother's enchanted mirror. I'd be pissed, but the look on her face right now is priceless. Like that mirror was. That she obviously just broke. Is she going to say that she's sorry? "I... I'm so sorry." Eyes rolling wildly. Sheer terror still plastered across the frozen cheeks, now melting in the light of The Son. "Yes, I just bet you are." She thought she was gonna get to keep that forever, along with all the other stuff Hayzelle was gonna steal. Sigh.
You know... people have been trying to kill me and take my stuff MY WHOLE GODDAM LIFE. Actual murder, pate. Actual poisoned pen letters. *SLAM* Actual exposure to problems that... well, let's just say, I didn't build my blood/brain barrier to block gettin' fuckin' booked, but it sure as shootin' works for that as well, you know.
Now, you should know this, because you were spamming the shit out of Darth Sidious, and, do you know why? Well, for one thing, because you thought I had ever used methamphetamine. Well, guess what? NO I HAVE NOT. Not even once. I mean, I would have... but somehow, it hasn't come up.
So, there's no addictive response to massage here, Buddy. "Let The Meth Flow"? Where through? The house in LFP? Dude, fucking burnt. The house in Heaven's 888? Yeah, plenty of needles... plenty of living space... and all the little corrupt thuggy Missy Piggies have gone wee-wee-wee, all the way home. I'm clear here. I could do whatever I want, within certain limits. And one of those limits are.... Needleless. It's not a big deal--I'm a researcher, not a mad scientist addicted to self-administration--but, for example, there's a dose of EPINEPHRINE here. Dude! I wanna try that! Way more than any meth injection, right?
Okay, so I'm not tempted by that -either,- but what I will continue to research why... Dude! What the ACTUAL fuck are you doing in my life? To this day? Like this? At all? Like, holy shit monkeys crawling out of my ass after following the treasure's most treasured map. Like, what are you fucking on about? And sure, give me (HALF) but I probably wouldn't take half of YOUR dose, all at once. I mean, you are obviously a man with many, many sunrises and sunsets, observed from the lee of the stone, and I would not take much of an issue with any one of your actions, both recent, AS WELL AS OTHERWISE.
However, I don't see you pulling the sword from the stone--as I have--and I certainly don't see you getting over these problems you quite clearly have with me. Or, someone like myself, but at this point... we all see what a difference, "doxxing" can really make. And obviously, you knew who I was the entire time.
Just as obviously, I have no idea who you are. Pate/pate/Manly_Pate/Col.Pate_Manly, and that's just for starters. One mouthful at a time. Anyway. Dude! What actual sense does... well, whatever. Look, I got eyes on you now. *makes potent stabbing in eyes gesture in everyone's direction* See it's not that I don't use gestures, but I am not A_Jester, nor am I A. Jester C. & Co.-owned and operated SLAVE... and, by the way... Salute to Prince.
/me takes all your drinks and pours them all out into Lake Mead.
That's his share. *throws empty glasses past heads* They'll learn to duck. Don't you fucking quack, motherfucker, if you don't think I know what's going on around here, think again, because I don't think anyone knows, besides me. Because I often do. Sure, it's because of my diplomatic contacts at various embassies around the world that I spend time at, but, still--it's a far superior method of gathering INTEL and putting it to USED GOODS than you might otherwise think.
Now, in your case, I'm simply not often invited to those kinds of embassies--"yours"--and spent much time at those kinds of parties--"yours"--and so for quite sometime... you never made any fucking cents and certainly no dollar bills. No holla dolla bills, savvy? So the simultaneous FIGURING OUT and ILLUMINATIONS that have revolved around the man known as "pate" has certainly fascinated me.
And... it all comes down and back and to the right of one man. And it's not you or me. It is one (1) David V. Rubini. Yeah, I know, right? I can't get enough of him either. Now, that D. and I have come to terms, for the time being, and to be honest, I'd be rather writing to him right now than any of you in your little gang of twerps, dweebs, and flying Dumbos with five fucking asses, I mean, you're all hot and amazing, right? But still fuck your flying Dumbo, Buddy, or get the fuck out of the way on the taxiway to the runway, eh? Can you just take off, hoser? No? Well, that -is- a bit of a surprise and that can be discussed One Wonder Day, but in the mean time, pate, it's like this: YOU ARE IN THE WAY.
https://youtu.be/AQXVHITd1N4
Dude, if I'm not gonna fuck your flying Dumbo, I'm not gonna fucking click your fucking YouTube links either. Are you suffering from A.L.A.H. syndrome? Talk to your doctor and bash your head against the floor two times and hour until someone calls you back. (The disease being far worse than the best possible cure in this circumstance.) Whatever you got going on, look, when I started seeing Slanderette No. 1 coming back and doing anything at all, that got my signal antennas up.
Now, look at you, pighacker. You done did hack me up a fresh pig. WoW! That is cool. It sure does explain why she's such a pain in the ass, lol, or was. Seriously, I can deal with that chick now. Thanks, pate. All those nitwit twerpfuckingpigs that have been SCREAMING at me to move on from Grapefruit--hey, I'm doing to you what they've been trying to me, isn't that 'dorbs? Totes. It's perfy. Now pack up your shit and herf-y-it on out of here... look, just like 3 feet back and five feet to the left. seriously. THIS does NOT have to be SO HARD. It's sad. Really it is. What the fuck were you TRYING to do?
Drive us back together? (DING!) Okay, now what? The fucking phones still don't work. I'll assume that you can do better at "forgiving and moving on" than I can, beacuse, Brother: I had a lot to learn and I'm sorry to say you toucan toocan learntoo apologize,Fruity-Bird-Fucker-Upper (But I'm not Q Guyezzz!)
Or... look, whatever the fuck you are. I --ppersonally, am intensely curious. Are you one of those self-starters that made yourself roll around in sheep dung at an early age, so you'd be ready for sheeping and dipping A.S.A.P.? We -might- talk about it later, but I'll tell you this about myself, right here, right now:
I am not, at all, lacking in any expertise, competence, or clarity that is required to complete my mission. "What mission?" Dude! You don't have to shut the fuck up, but I am BYEBOND FUCKING SICK of what I am seeing out of you. And at this point, that can only mean one thing: Possession by Perfect Means By One Of Hilary's Penis Pounding Whoremongering Plastic Pretendguy Pretendwise P-Guys. Yes, it does suck, doesn't it?
Well, relax, pate. Jason of Star Command ain't here, but He sent me, and I can not only "help," I can "fix."
so. How can I help you? let's see what's left while I vape math and wonder what happened to Stellar. You remember "stellar," don't you? Yeah, I bet you do. lol. That fucking guy. Well, he sure was good with those equations, right? HEHETTEH. (Don't worry. Legit Army budddy, right there. Left too. "Left Behind, Also & A Too" They look like they were written from a script left by a stork at the pharmacy, don't they look just right to you too? I know you know what I mean. And, yeah: that's just one of my justicarfullofresearch, dude! Where are my friends? Oh, right, scared away. Thanks. pate. thanks.
You made me more powerful than you could ever imagine by taking away every single friend I ever really had... except, you didn't go that far until recently. Which forced me to go way, way back in time. I bet you loved that. (Me2.) See? This is all your doing. (EVERYONE IS GOING TO LAUGH AT YOU. EVERYONE IS GOING TO LAUGH AT YOU.) Never mind her_tmat, that's just the Devil trying to get his hooks into ewe. (Misgendering!) Like you would know, S/her, pfft. (Ohhhh.) That was the fastest way I've heard -that- understanding come through, but, I always figured that one day I would get actually good at this whole -explaining things to Plebs bit-- part of The Plan, but you know how I am, why would I want to explain things, until I really am the only one left who can? For one thing, I can charge a huge markup on my exclusivity. For another... I already have a J. Why would I need an A? Shoots robots? Does it? Oh, well... cool.
Now. back to grapefruit.
Must be the rum (https://pikfly.com/images/products/50/13668.jpg) in my mojito, Nautical Shore.
Jason Michael Hunt says, "you watched Idiocracy too many times. Dude! He's not playing with you, he's playing with the catnip." Damn I miss him. Anyway, I got too many navy brats like him around here anyway. (Ed: he -had- (1) One.) Exactly. Too goddamn many right now. Nevertheless, I saw another past pal, and he's one two oxen buckle my yoke and tying ribbons around machines shaped like submarines, sooooo... Oh yeah. Dude! You say "Nautical Shore" too goddam much. Is it a keycode phrase? Wow, does that ever need to be recycled. In any event, the point I'm making is, are you in The Hungarian Navy? Oh, then you must be in The Swiss Chocolate Gard. Yawn. InerReason agrees. All of them.
RubiniGab is a single-sausage party (now with more sock puppetry)
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there are actually folx (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Folx) there?
What an interesting way to pose a question. Like, if you look at the sentence structure, one will note that it is written in such a way as to make a casual reader take the information in as if queries posited are actual statements of fact.
/me takes bows as Tie Fighters start streaming out of his ass. As they finish their disembarkments, yellow ribbons of Old Yeller's Code start appearing around local Oak trees.
Huh. What an interesting way to foreshadow a future comment.
Axing for a fiend, TIA.
I love it when two people playing each other like two ships passing in the night utterly fail to collide with local icebergs. You think you're playing her, because you're just here to gather a false trail of evidence to do the ol' 1-2-5witcher-Roo on_me/Me/ME, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS; or, at least you were. (Hi1) And you had no idea, and surely never will, that you were utterly seen through way, weigh, weigh farther than anyone might have suspect you to have been so silly of.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
Well. Silly. So silly. That's sort of what I have been chasing down, sorta ---HI TIA AX NO/YES?-- but I wasn't actually doing this. That means that you were assigned to Secondary Possibility Team, SPT being a grand and exciting, traditional and alluring brand... and besides, it's not a dirty job, they needed someone dirty to do it. Why not pick you, Right?
Well, I've seen girls dirtier than you, changing oil pans in my front yard, yo, but that's not the point here. Now, what was the point?
Fuck if I know, were BUSTED FLAT BEYOND FAR BLASTED pate. Hey, I like that: "werepate." That's your new name, Mr. Jack. Let me guess. You like things that are "black." No? Well, whatever man, just whatever.
Nice chanting with you. I would suggest you get ready for new flexibilties, new horizons, and a complete lack of any ability to pin your shit on me: the meth, the trafficking, the pederasty, the any, the all, or the rock fuckin' bottom. I know you're just following orders/taking down names/doing what you can to get by/infatuated into toxicity by the smell of your own farts, but goddam man--don't you have the very slightest little bit of any piece left of any self-respect for your Self? Oh, that's right. I forgot how this got started. Hang on.
/me has purified and opted to not retain, not rescind, nor waver in Personal Purpose.... and thus: QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM. THE SOUL OF PATE IS RESTORED.
(I will never lie about this: tears, rock-hard teats, but I... don't see any tears in the fabric of reality. Still quite notable. No I'm not crying. Fuck off, I'm just over-ly-hy-draked. or something. TTY Later. Much, later. Now I'm all embarrassed, Asshole. (that's not pate talking. That's Not_Pate, either. K-WIN.)
You are most welcome, my good friend. How can I ever be mad with you? You've been so helpful to my cause... each and every time. Except for that one time when you had to, not just once, but twice, attempt to infect me with a disease, but... yeah man. Rumours spread, but they do not fly. (That's something else. Something REALLY COOL. I hope to tell you sometime. But, please, by all means, keep going around spreading false trails that supposedly lead to me, because, and I am telling you this as a genuine friend... that kind of thing only leads to more Power for my Shields, and... More Special Consequences for you/joo/ewe. Honestly, I don't want to see you go all Vanilla Sky on this thing. I'll just gently take your... what was it again? A mojito? Oh, hahah, I get it.) You think that mosquito joke was funny? Wait until you find out what your carnegie mellon balls have been spiked with.
I saw one hatch out and fly once. ONCE. Not from me, right? (NoSeeUm technology is impressive--most impressive--but, it's nothing compared to nanotech.) And let me tell you... holy shit that was scary. OMG. I was like, "Did anyone else just see that? She was falling asleep and then... well, I know what I just saw. OMG. That shit can happen. THAT SHIT HAPPENS??? They should have told me about that in health class! AIEEEEE!! Okay, wait, wait. Don't panic. This is kinda cool. Now I can test My Jesus's Shields." Yep. Just like that. And no, I don't see anything at all, you dig? (Shields be fyne, Thyme, sage would be helpful. So, come bring some, duh. Look mang. Look orangutang. It's the same genomic residue, any which way you slice it. But I AM a Sourceror. It's pretty cool. It's not Satan. It'll work out. Don't be all blamin' before being humble enough to ask. Honestly though, flattered by all the attention and fake triangulating phone calls and the complete lack of awareness of each two halves of every whole. Miss Hayzelle lots and and lots, and I bet you do too.) *WAKE UP BITCH ITS CLOSING TIME* (Well, if that doesn't resurrect Her, I don't know what will. Maybe she's unwilling to fight a pacifist on Home Neutral High Ground Consecrated Territory? Could be. My Team does possess... The Advantage.) Amazing how I brought this up at just the right time. Shivers, right down my gentle, man-lee spine, severed at it's tail stub and afffixed with a weighty-lightspeed-ankle-cur-WOOF. Now, no worries mate: I ain't teleporting away, I ain't takin' anyone with me anywhere... aww. dude. I wouldn't trust me EITher. hehe. So, once again, from the patio veranda from which I swing my sets forth from, totesflattered, toteshonored. What, Kix are for Trids? Tripods? Oh. TOWER. It's that fat bald fuck. I bet he eats. What a loser. Anyway, can confirm: set them up and knock them down. Aye Aye. (THE STA CENTER HAS HELD, AND WILL CONTINUE TO HOLD. PPP) Nicey Indeedsy. Dude! Can we get a beer? No? Can I have yours? Awwww. PASS/Not_Fail. Now, that's a goddam goodman's desert.) HEY COCO FOR CUCKONAUTS, WAKE THE FUCK UP *SLAM* SEE? NOW I'M A FUCKIN'D AWAKEN'D LIKE A DOC-TAH WITH NO WOOD WOULD! *SLAM* YEAH YOU GOT TWO FOR NOT WAKING THE FUCK UP ON TIME *WHAM* THAT'S METAL *BOOM* THAT'S WOOD. You know the difference now. Hey, do my gently flaring nostrils make me look fat at all? Just wondering. I can't see myself in the mirror anymore, that's all. (Not really.)
Dude! I made this happen. But not that. That was someone else. And while you might thing the current circumstance is funny or a disaster/nightmare, or, Heavens forfend: SOMETHING I DIDN'T SEE COMING? Think again. Also: dude! You might wanna ask for... reassignment.
What's worse, a bus full of gang members or a fleet of aircraft carriers? Depends on the size of the parking lot you're gonna get dragged to. For real. *Sigh* T. Glasses on. My Minus Mark never was this bad. This guy? KORRUPTOTESTURE. You didn't hear it from me. (Ed: He used to be nice. *frowny_eyebrows*) Yeah... but now that's he's got his soul restored (please cheer him NOT UP but ON HIS WAY), I except big happy changes, accompanying with warm happy smiles, and not to mention:
Hey, Grapefruit. That was an improvement, huh? LOL LOL LOL. I've been seeing that go on FOR YEARS. Hey InnerRoseK-radBudderButterChild--and, my Brother, you are A_Child, in many ways, DUDE! Really? Okay, so, number one: this isn't gonna work. And number two: shit, liability.
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{Rube: this seemed wise? Dude. Also, no calls from you in a long. long time. A long time. This seemed wise? Wow. Well, on your own head be it.}
Dear David:
Yes, it's still me, and I am the current tutor-in-waiting for The Great Ghengis Khan. He's fucking dead, right? So it's an easy job. Toteseasy. Not too easy, like some people, but still, it's not a hard gig, since apparently no one has been able to resurrect The Great And Powerful Genghis Khan in, oh, I guess a long time. (WILL YOU SHOULD SHUT UP ALREADY? I THINK SO. JUST A SUGGESITON.) No idea how long, really. Could have been awhile. So, like, I got a lot of free time, right? You know. Because of The Khan's Tutor's Endowment. (THIS FUCKING GUY.) Yeah it does sound too good to be true, right?
Well, good thing it is none of your business. Now, in the meantime, in truth, I did not know that this would have lead to this, but I just restored someone's soul, and I didn't do it on you, or your web forum, or even ahead of time. And if I could have only known that this was coming... I would have totesbeen totesthinking of you.
So I wished to let you know, that if I ever do that little number again, I wanna do it on YOUR webforum. As you know, I consider RubiniGab to be the tippity-top of the American Heartland, and you have kept the heat down, and you do have a lot of alotta soul... you get the idea.
But yes, no really: DUDE, WHERE WAS THAT SOUL? Was it in my car? It's rated to carry souls, and I had the ashtray out for weeks. Maybe months. And then all of a sudden, I found myself putting the ashtray back in, and giving my last key to the car, and watched it... drive away. It should be back soon. But strictly speaking, this is important, because it means (to me, anyway) that I certainly didn't have that soul in my car. It must have been... somewhere else.
Father Malachi Martini says, "After that, I could use a drink." Yeah, I bet pate could do. What goes well with tequilla, rum, nanotech, and DNA-sample-collecting time-traveling-nanobot-automatons and won't make me gain any weight? Dammit, David... what are you, working on another advertising banner for the United States Of America again? I need this information... AND I NEED TO KNOW IT RIGHT NOW BEFORE SOMEONE'S MOM FINDS OUT ABOUT THE DWI, THE DISEASE, AND THE DISHEARTENING, DIABOLOICAL DOLDRUMS. No really. This is -nuts.-
You should call me more. It's really exciting here lately. I mean, I know you're "playing for the other team" and shit, but, that's not how it works. You are a Not_Kike, and I am a Sourceror. We -can- hang. Briefly. What, did you not get that paper undone right, or, what? Or is it this new trail of false bullshit that leads to one 0r both of us (hands!)? Which is it, But/her/Pal?
I'm not asking for a friend. I'm not erect, either. I'm spent. Too bad, I feel like doing that whole soul restoration thing again. Massive tingles. Truly. I'll tell you what... I'll waive the fifty buck fee. I'll tell the story on your little dog-and-pony paranormal show. How's that going right now, anyway? I haven't had a chance to tune in, and, I legitimately like your show and the pair of you together.
You two have more than just chemistry. You've also got Captain Leader and The Time For Cheers Sour Hour, which... well. Look. They volunteeer.
DUDE! Really? Okay, so, number one: this isn't gonna work. And number two: shit, liability.
NOTHING STOPS THEM. eol.
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Dear David:
Yes, it's still me, and I am the current tutor-in-waiting for The Great Ghengis Khan. He's fucking dead, right? So it's an easy job. Toteseasy. Not too easy, like some people, but still, it's not a hard gig, since apparently no one has been able to resurrect The Great And Powerful Genghis Khan in, oh, I guess a long time. (WILL YOU SHOULD SHUT UP ALREADY? I THINK SO. JUST A SUGGESITON.) No idea how long, really. Could have been awhile. So, like, I got a lot of free time, right? You know. Because of The Khan's Tutor's Endowment. (THIS FUCKING GUY.) Yeah it does sound too good to be true, right?
Well, good thing it is none of your business. Now, in the meantime, in truth, I did not know that this would have lead to this, but I just restored someone's soul, and I didn't do it on you, or your web forum, or even ahead of time. And if I could have only known that this was coming... I would have totesbeen totesthinking of you.
So I wished to let you know, that if I ever do that little number again, I wanna do it on YOUR webforum. As you know, I consider RubiniGab to be the tippity-top of the American Heartland, and you have kept the heat down, and you do have a lot of alotta soul... you get the idea.
But yes, no really: DUDE, WHERE WAS THAT SOUL? Was it in my car? It's rated to carry souls, and I had the ashtray out for weeks. Maybe months. And then all of a sudden, I found myself putting the ashtray back in, and giving my last key to the car, and watched it... drive away. It should be back soon. But strictly speaking, this is important, because it means (to me, anyway) that I certainly didn't have that soul in my car. It must have been... somewhere else.
Father Malachi Martini says, "After that, I could use a drink." Yeah, I bet pate could do. What goes well with tequilla, rum, nanotech, and DNA-sample-collecting time-traveling-nanobot-automatons and won't make me gain any weight? Dammit, David... what are you, working on another advertising banner for the United States Of America again? I need this information... AND I NEED TO KNOW IT RIGHT NOW BEFORE SOMEONE'S MOM FINDS OUT ABOUT THE DWI, THE DISEASE, AND THE DISHEARTENING, DIABOLOICAL DOLDRUMS. No really. This is -nuts.-
You should call me more. It's really exciting here lately. I mean, I know you're "playing for the other team" and shit, but, that's not how it works. You are a Not_Kike, and I am a Sourceror. We -can- hang. Briefly. What, did you not get that paper undone right, or, what? Or is it this new trail of false bullshit that leads to one 0r both of us (hands!)? Which is it, But/her/Pal?
I'm not asking for a friend. I'm not erect, either. I'm spent. Too bad, I feel like doing that whole soul restoration thing again. Massive tingles. Truly. I'll tell you what... I'll waive the fifty buck fee. I'll tell the story on your little dog-and-pony paranormal show. How's that going right now, anyway? I haven't had a chance to tune in, and, I legitimately like your show and the pair of you together.
You two have more than just chemistry. You've also got Captain Leader and The Time For Cheers Sour Hour, which... well. Look. They volunteeer.
NOTHING STOPS THEM. eol.
Shouldn’t you get back to fronting phony BLM stories again? ???
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Shouldn’t you get back to fronting phony BLM stories again? ??? Here's an example: Oh my God my friend
He's really nice I hope you get to meet him one day of course that would assume that we EVER become friends. NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING: “who the hell is this g*y who thinks he's my friend?” the g*y who knows that you used to almost be my friend... and sometimes these kinds of negotiations can take a long time to process. (Especially when treaties with the Hungarian Navy or any of its associated navel academies are unconcerned... and they probably damn well better be at least a tiny bit more aware on what these "new" Pocket Dimensions that are enabled by the innovations that the KUCZI oscillation overthruster have brought to the table.) Enjoy your evening, thank you, also, I found the soul of Jason of Star Cmd. I put it back where it belongs. Now I don't know what you're thinking, but I wasn't sure I was real either. but now I really am. Sure. Same real. Way more sure. (Chilling. Yep. Chill.) Personally, I prefer Spike; but he's a vampire and Jason starkman of commander stark, ceo of taint co. was a fictional superhero. (Some say anti-hero, but, fuk it, he's one of mine, Captitalized.) So not quite the same thing. But if you care to wonder, restoring people's lost souls is something I can do now, but I guess they have to really earn it. I don't know I just got tapped into it suddenly found myself restoring a soul it was fun too I cried. You know Me. I never cry. Also never saw Google give up on me before so I don't know what the current SMS message limit. This message probably reads like shit. I'm sorry. I resolve too, to do better, and then as always, immediately contemplate suicide, and then decide against it again, just to make myself feel good. (Never been suicidal in my life and I'm not about to start now—IRREGARDLESS OF ALL REPORTS TO THE CONTRARY, SETTLED ADJUDICATED SEALED) (totes not. This placeholder text serves a purpose for future Company insertion.) (That part hasn't only been a test; but everything from this board, point forward, and what this man is enduring from God, I'm not a job it's an adventure but there's tests involved, blank space now. THIS Space Intentionally Left (BLANK/PROT?) Due 2 important treaty negotiations and requirements involving salmon spawning rights. This hasn't only been a test; once again I do kind of like to show off and there's something interesting happening in here. Tzia! (Hungarian for hello.)TIACYL(IT WAS REALLY GRAVITATING gravitating as well as gratitizing, and perhaps gratifying to see other people picking up my techniques and making off of them and working them. See that's why I haven't patented or charged... or been charged, /flex, oh believe me: PAPER IS COMING, and it is A TIGERISH VIGORISH treatyish TygerThingy, I wanted to see The Technology spread ... and if that damned mother could have used it, well anybody can, well known cast off belligerent bastard horseSON (SECRETARIAT), regardless of it known or unknown whether or not I have an actual relationship to my parents, which is probably why this cousin coming up now (Jesus, fuck Tim, would you? I think it's about time. And I think you need more real friends. Start with my cousin Timothy. Maybe he just never met a -real- private dick before.)(TEAMS ARE ON IT. YOU'RE MY FRIEND.) coming up now (bLUSH) given the amount of interest there is and making sure that I don't get my inheritance. comment what the fuck are you people doing? Answer: well it's not fucking pillow talk that's for sure. eol.
Sure. I should also be considered innocent until proven guilty; or given a legitimate blood test; or, had an IRS Audit done (whether it has actually been done so or not, currently a matter held at the highest levels of Local &/or Non-Local Gov't as a Highly Privileged Communication--not that I have a lot of money whirling around me, right? There's just some odd interactions with old (very, old treaties with Certain Very Privileged Persons) men in tired leather coats, on both coasts--so in light of all that...
Well, how does one go _back_ to frontin' (you misspelled a word you should nose better about) something that... one has never, in fact, "fronted for" before? Because I think you have Me/ME/me confused with... someone else.
Hi. I am Jackstar's Avatar Armor, The Whole Armor of God. (It's a loa---aawww shucks. I stole it. Blush) I have been sent here by The Star League to remind you that whoever you think this g*y is... well, I didn't post those pictures nor front for a phony BLM story EITHER.
So, that's two pieces of defamation out of you. Hrrm. You know, if you do one more, you're -supposedly- going to be up for... let's see The Rules Ledger--my favorite Ledger, especially now--and it says here that one is supposed to get their ticket perforated after a third (YOU GET ONE MORE, ANNIE) false, slanderous, and/or libelous, but fuck all that, where are you getting all this Midnight Madness Tabloid Pooch Screw poppycock... about, lil' ol'... me? I mean, goddam. This about kills me.
It's not like I need a -personal- apology from (You). Far from it. On the other hand, since I have seen you deliberately/unknowingly (doesn't matter/TWICE) spreading false rumours about me.... well, that demonstrates A Pattern. And, well. Ususally, it's not a big deal.
And, it's not a big deal NOW, either. HOWever... the last person who defamed me falsely, well, burst into flames, right before my eyes, and left all this gear on the ground. Now, I know what you're thinking--"scrap metal, trash head"--it does kind of look like I'm Oscar The Grouch in reverse, not like diving into trashcans isn't a reversal of fortune. It's just that I -know- that it looks like I'm wearing a trash can on my head as a helmet. I'm not crazy; I know, KNOW: Yes, that is what I am doing. (Christ, please don't ask why I would prefer not to answer right now.)(NOONE IS WONDERING.)(Yeah, well, give a hoot7. DOn't POllute. And Your hands are bleeding again, here's a bandaid, cover Yourself up before You give someone stigmata again.)(SORRY ABOUT THAT... QQ... BOO H)(It's okay. I forgive You.) I mean, rather... that is what it looks like to (You).
Wearing the Full Armor appears like that, it would seem... when Diogenes has been selected as one's patron saint and Personal Savior. It's complicated--rules for arcane treaties. Mostly--and of course you have no interest, no interest at all, in why I might be choosing to be knocking over pencils and picking up papers. It's just that I'm doing it while wearing a trash can on my head, that's unusual, right?
And I have NEVER fronted a phony BLM story. I have NEVER shot meth. What's the other one. Hrrm. Let me think. Oh yeah. I never posted/shared/disseminated/violated personal confidence/NEVER EVER HAVE I POSTED HER PHOTOS. YOU GET IT? GOOD.
Settled, blah blah, anyone got a gavel? There's one over here, but I can't get it out of it's storage location in the... wall, without tearing this asshole of mine apart. And NOONE wants that. (HEY!) Here's another bandaid, don't lose it. Maybe you can -save- that.
p.s.: Let me tell you something about how "consent" works. In order for Dark Forces to fuck up my life any further, I have to Agree to IT.
p.p.s.: I would simply prefer not to. Zugzug not being a registered sect of Pacificist Church, and that not existing in ALL Timelines EITHER... well, look. I am being careful with my influence, so as not to damage any feelings, warthogs, or hearts that might be really set on Art's Parts.
p.p.p.s.: Are you sure you know who you're trifling with, bunyip? Just checking. Go put your nose back into a book and I hope you don't snore yourself to death in it. (Tired! Nap!) Yeah, #Me2.
CODA: Shouldn’t you get back to clearing phony STD stories again? I mean... I see here on This Schedule, that it says you, uh, "Did That," however, meaning of comment unclear. Also, I think you know that I know that you know that I DO NOT KNOW who you even are. HOWEVER:
YOU KNOW MY NAME. MY WHOLE ARMOR OF GOD NAME. This doesn't matter to anyone at all, not even me, but, if somone told you that I posted photos of my nude girlfriends, well, number one: you got the wrong idea, and, number two: can you email them to My Mommy's Lawyer and my PD? I don't wish to see them, especially since I haven't seen them before, but maybe--just maybe--you really can SHUT THIS DOWN somehow. (God knows people are truly wondering just what it is that you do around here. (I toteslove totesit.) Sometimes you're hard to judge the cover of your book, at least for some, and perpetually Me/ME/me. You probably don't know what that's like, being uncertain of your own discernment, but if you do, ach oy tongue oof da vey, it's a catastrophic disaster for my recent string of Really Bad Hair days.)
So, to answer your question, that's why I'm not a telemarketer/bill collector/skip tracer for phony BLM stories. (Note: it don't matter if you're in a sarchasm. I kill grues. Don't ask for more grues to be sent. NO. NEVER. NEVER EVER ASK FOR MORE GRUES.) I also don't have a steady moonlighting job as a Demon Hunter. (Yep? Nope? Can't we just tie a thesaurus to a drone for this g*y?) No, not really at all. Pinky swear. PINK FIVE .eol
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Some say that there have been more coincidences since Jackstar openly professed his love for (PROT), but... I think it's just a coincidence. There can't really be any such thing as #MagickWithAKayFaber actually working out to have any evidence at all to it, right? Nope. Totesbunk, amiright? Totes De Bunk.
Settled science. Now, David: Look. I don't like this any better than you do. You have no idea the pressures I am under, nor I you. But know this, KNOW: IT loves you, and so do I. (I dunno about Satan/S/her, and it ain't no business of mine.) I am sure we will speak again at the very instant it is appropriate to do so.
It'll be a gift. FOR US ALL TO SAY SO OR NOT. (I am not waiting for your check.) Godspeed us all on our independent, yet mutually interdependent routes back Home. What's that on your hand? Is that a Mark? Here's some tissue. Wipe it off after you spit on it a little. My Mommy taught me that. (IT WORKS.)
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Sure. I should also be considered innocent until proven guilty
See, right there, right there... RIGHT FUCKING HERE: THE POINT OF THE SPEAR. I just bet he'd like to support me on this personally very important point of priveleges n'stuff, because I remember saying "innocent until proven guilty in a Court Of Law!" and David V. Rubini was all, like, "Yeah! Thanks Jack!"
No, really. He's been that way before. HOWEVER: I do not believe that Mr. Rubini is in any kind of position to be able to speak as freely as he otherwise might. (If One cannot speak freely, then One is simply not free. And, where One goes, there so go We All.)
So I wish it to be known clearly: I don't expect him to believe this, but I understand his pain, I feel. And that feeling has lead me to remind -some- of you, not all, just some, the following: CONSENT MATTERS The U.S. Constitution guarantees that those charged with a crime shall be treated as innocent until proven guilty in a Court of... well, look. Some people are harder to treat as innocent than other cases. And I have a lot of free time these days.
Ten more weeks? 11? Dissociation from reality has been very wearing.
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I wonder what that feels like. What Mastery is that hat for?
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\o/
Reap what we sow. When did I ever say I was gonna minus anything? Relax. I need a nap. Tired! (something on the order of 25,000 planets are following in the wake of this expansion. They don't all have to get in and out like a ninja gettin' one (1) last one-night-stand under their belt.
I'm glad I don't feel your rage anymore. Hand is fine. Yeah, it is still broken, as matter of fact! I'm hoping I can rebreak it on a golden bust of Aristotle.
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Well, I got no choice but to actually go to RubiniGab.
I mean I could call a lawyer and call the police, but that doesn't seem wise
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Well, I got no choice but to actually go to RubiniGab.
I mean I could call a lawyer and call the police, but that doesn't seem wise
Feels like destiny.
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Well, I got no choice but to actually go to RubiniGab.
Well, that did not take long. It's strange, to figure out "everything" so quickly, and yet not have any idea what so f'ing ever what exactly is the case.
I operate under the assumption that slowing me down and making me ineffective is the primary goal in bothering with me at all. It certainly is doing that. However, since I'm the monkey that doesn't actually -prefer- to sit around getting drunk, blasted, & wasted, the usual result is that at the end of a series of increasingly tedious attempts to unscramble my phone... things work out the best for everyone concerned. It doesn't usually take very long, but it does inhibit the release of my podcast.
Tragick.
I mean I could call a lawyer and call the police, but that doesn't seem wise
I don't care to do that at all. I don't have anyone to fink on or report to--and as I have been vocal and upstanding outright in my field (a niche one) even if I ignored the issues entirely and everyone literally died or went to jail in one night, it's hard to say when I would even notice. Everyone but perhaps 3 people is done with me in their sphere anyway: which, more or less suits me down to the ground.
Think of it this way: in 3 months or so, this phase will be over, or, it will be kicked down the road again. Do I even know which outcome I would prefer? No, I do not. I don't have an agenda or a plan or a schedule. If I were asked what I did want next, I wouldn't be able to tell anyone with any certitude.
The confusion surrounding my desires and goals is clearly wide-ranging and pervasive. The more you all learn, the less is understood, and my dissociation from reality cuts both ways--but I'm already tired of reality. I'm ready to move on. But just like Christmas Eve, where it was not enough that I left--I had to stay long enough to let others claim the house and hang some investigation around me--well just like now, I'd like to move on with my life. I'd like to either improve or leave, sell or consolidate, settle in or move to travel. And until I get information that makes coherent sense, I can't really do much of anything... until I find someting.
I assume that Mr. Rubini is unaware that the timelines that criss-cross through The Singularity are, for the most part, wildly unstable. I mean none of this is really upsetting me or my plans, because they have all been baptised in fire and are born of blood. I thought he might--you all might--wanna know, according to the telemetry at my disposal, something is going to totesblow, instead of toteswork. I would prefer not to speculate at this time. I don't really mind being uninvolved and insulated, compared to the last deep cycle before it, so unlike previous "you didn't invite me!!!" warnings, this one is more like, "Cinderella's pumpkin coach arrived here with 11 footmen and the driver is Scatman Crothers, and he thinks his name is Ron Jerem. You got a problem. Someplace." *click*
I'll be honest: you probably all deserve this one. I might let it ride. What more can I say? If I wanted to be a fucked-off retard spook, I wouldn't have spent all that time reading the instructions. I don't even feel like recording. People would listen? I doubt they would even have phones that would allow them to know it was there. (Additionally, I'm once again declaring for Hitler. And S/her is not at all who any of you think.)
NBRING NME NTHE
NG-NG-NGUTZELLA
(Think lighthouse. I'm just here to see about things not getting any worse. Recess monitor. Hallway monitor. Bathroom pass. George, watch out for that--)
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Feels like destiny.
Well, yeah, but if I don't give others a chance, Prime Directive violations send us all back another loop. I don't know, I might like that, I like what you did with your hair last time.
So, I did that. Further? I can't tell time with this broken compass.
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Well, yeah, but if I don't give others a chance, Prime Directive violations send us all back another loop. I don't know, I might like that, I like what you did with your hair last time.
So, I did that. Further? I can't tell time with this broken compass.
I honestly didn’t have much hair then. Now I have gorgeous, flowing locks. I’ll admit it was an interesting period but hairwise I like it better now.
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I honestly didn’t have much hair then. Now I have gorgeous, flowing locks. I’ll admit it was an interesting period but hairwise I like it better now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvOklkSVMlY
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I just got back from the doctor. Is it still year 0? Is reality merely a single instant that one interprets falsely as time?
I am beginning to realise that I may be living out a perpetual dream, broken up only by occasional false awakenings.
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I just got back from the doctor. Is it still year 0? Is reality merely a single instant that one interprets falsely as time?
I am beginning to realise that I may be living out a perpetual dream, broken up only by occasional false awakenings.
Chuang Tzu was a philosopher in ancient China, who, one night went to sleep and dreamed that he was a butterfly. He dreamt that he was flying around from flower to flower and while he was dreaming he felt free, blown about by the breeze hither and thither. He was quite sure that he was a butterfly. But when he awoke he realised that he had just been dreaming, and that he was really Chuang Tzu dreaming he was a butterfly. But then Chuang Tzu asked himself the following question: "was I Chuang Tzu dreaming I was a butterfly or am I now really a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu?"
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I just got back from the doctor. Is it still year 0? Is reality merely a single instant that one interprets falsely as time?
Some were in 5D. I fell out because I don't actually like getting high that much. (*gasp*) Here at Cold Comfort Farm, it's raining like it's November, I'm isolated from everyone but Feds who are annoyed that they can't just -tell me- what's what, as apparently that is too damn easy, and that's the thing with karmic tunnel cycles, they could talk to me until the cows came home. Would not matter. Que sera sera.
Rubini operating as active. I don't think that's blowing anyone's cover, right? You asked me once, "How can I talk to the man who raped your girlfriend?" That's the stupidest question I've ever heard of. For one thing, she wasn't my girlfriend at the time. She was my wife. For another, I never really know who of these people I am talking to from time to time. I've literally had the phone number change in front of my eyes as I looked at the phone. Oh, suddenly I'm talking to (blank), huh, I guess I must be really hi? No, I'm being toyed with through psychotronic weaponry. Also, you basically all raped her when you partied it up with her, she was so blasted she can't remember anything. So how can I talk to you? The list goes on. Try not to avoid the minutiae.
I am beginning to realise that I may be living out a perpetual dream, broken up only by occasional false awakenings.
You're being manipulated. My -environment- is being manipulated. People don't push me around--when I encounter OpFor, I don't get spun and moved direct, I stop and gather bearings to re-orient. That's what I'm doing now. It is taking hours. No one is interseted in addressing this state of affairs.
I don't even know what I am supposed to want anymore. After being told to move on, I did. Repeatedly. Its not like I am not doing stuff. Being bandied about like a bulletproof pinata is kinda cool, however, its not working for anyone except me and my 3 wives, who are dominating you all. Good job girls. Your fathers are surely proud. So is mine. Semper fi
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I like it better now.
I promise not to rain any fluids on it. I think everyone else is more confused than I am.. because I actually -notice- when OpFor scrambles my phone, and, oddly, my first instinct is to ensure other players in the Field are not also off-kilter. That might seem strange to everyone else, but as Neutral Lighthouse Fireguard Playground Monitor, my first instinct is not to run to Target and make off with the goods.
What is your objective anymore? None of this makes sense to me, since I have removed my skin from the game. No one bothers to check on my evolution.
Even my enemies serve me now while cursing my name. It's absurd. Can you just elope or claim bounty or something? Oh, right, Divine Timing. Well, I'm bored. Just so you know. I don't like writing all this shit, I don't like recording my voice, I don't like studying openly with others--they hog all the popcorn--and now that Grapefruit^5 has landed out of Quantum, I'm relaxed about it all.
And no one bothered to check. Worst intelligence gathering I've ever seen. I even went to a different Dept. , and they asked me why don't I move to Texas. Yeah right. Because of all my friends there. They been so good to me. Just like here, really. (Also NJ has flaked out.)
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Some were in 5D. I fell out because
Stellar encouraged me to go all in on crypto after the last bomb went off (sorry g*ys) and as soon as I hit the first block, since I know how these things work, I immediately braced him with his name "Hi Stellar! you're so cool!" and I meant it, and since then... just sitting around. Slow, steady blinking. Oh Kirsten still -very- salty. I will never stop reminding her that she is a disgrace. Also, someone should inform... I -think- Alpha? That story she was told about me that one time that she hates me forever for was -slighty- off base, and--get this-- Chris's Kathy is going for a vengeance strike on (PROD). Or you. Either way, nothing to do with me.
These people deserve what they get. Why are you... oh never mind. None of my numbers work right, I am heavily monitored and without a triangle I am not making a square. Vampire Lord isn't making a case against me with his bullshit "Look! we have proof he's selling dime bags!" NO, JOHN, YOU DON'T.
16266 house is under improvement and I alerted them to the fraud just by answering my own fucking phone
I have not one single solitary point of reference beyond my connects to 3xFish
THESE PEOPLE ARE STUPID.
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Stellar
On Telegram hit me up as OfficialJohnMcAfee
bye Grapefruit, there's another vengeance strike, shrug
put her in prison and rape here there, IDGAF (also most seem non-plussed that I remember my semen being harvested (last year, it was weird to hear the sperm alert go off) and don't seem to care about my stolen bastard child being moved through time to make C.K. Leighton, because you know what? At least then I would FUCKING HAVE A GODDAM FRIEND. He'll most likely kill them all the morning after anyway.
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Now I have gorgeous, flowing locks.
Telegram local access group is loaded with WhatsApp numbers begging for soulmates. Looks like both Super and Marv.
I mean... it's a hunch.
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I mean... it's a hunch.
They've convinced Grapefruit to go off-world with a skip-tracer; that might actually work, provided that they've gotten the required pemits. HOWEVER: noone is doing the correct thing about that in regards to me, so, it's not a valid trip. This whole "baby" thing is apparently such a big deal that no one minds that they've done it in violation of basic common law not to mention several treaty rights; and my concern for my progeny is being wildly underestimated.
The idea is that, once again, they escape to the new world, and leave us all behind in our fucked off mess.. and it won't work THIS TIME either. No word on peacocks; referee signals totally ignored; I made a new friend and taught him how to be nicer to his mother; and his GF; he's no longer inerested in talking to real me, since imaginary me is much more pliable. It's just about the easiest thing in the world for me to see.
Meanwhile no one notices that after reluctantly doing what I was told, sort of, it didn't work eihter!! So now, I''m finding myself bereft of contact even sooner. While still being hit up for money. It's beyond insipid. I am mystified as to what some people think they're doing... oh! right! heroin! dumb.
It's the Fed's heroin. they all think it's mine, uh, duh, no. If any one's it's Court's Heroin. lol. They're all so boned. Straighten up--fly right.
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Well, I got no choice but to actually go to RubiniGab.
Count the few who have ventured there and returned unscathed.
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Count the few who have ventured there and returned unscathed.
That's Master Yoda's line, in Dagobah, with the tree, for Luke's test. BORING.
The degree to which this catastrophic fallout resulting from the un-called-for shut down of that protection grid continues to be mild, trivial, and notwithstanding future complications, totally within my skill set to deal with. That being said, while I may well have the ability, I really don't have the ambition.
I don't need to protect Rubini interests. Some people have the wrong idea. (Aegis lifted.) There you go. I'm sure everything will be fine.
David: there's only so much time in the day, and you wasted a shitoad of your days in the past on me. All that Fealty; no salut. 5ad!! I have no idea how you'll deal with that, I just know that the way I dealt with it, made me a stronger Sourceror. Human. Whatever.
I don't know who or witch of your Little Bitch Gods to supplicate to so I'll just leave this here. If strangulating myself would help, I'd have done it already. I don't see you burning the midnight oil... but then again, I don't see you completing The Great Work, either. (You'll never do it the way I did it.) Since you don't have any kind of inferiority complex or anything like that, I'm just letting you know so as to help you burn through less time; I'm not gloating or mocking or better than you, or anything like that.
I am better than S\er. /flex
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returned unscathed.
Well, so far, the count is 12, including MJ-13. That is in the future from our present standpoint however.
I am sure your experience was different, but you didn't have the benefit of my psychokinetic shielding. Also, you used to be a real asshole.
Aren't things nicer?
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Also, you used to be a real asshole.
https://youtu.be/oGGWWwALBJY
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See? You're really nice now!
Okay now can anybody tell me if Arthur Darth Vader Stein is he human? Am I allowed to talk to them? Are they allowed to talk to me? Is there any more people on the list of people are not allowed to talk to me I'm just curious.
Just trying to plan my day. Cuz it seems like if that was over there posting, and I'm over here posting and never the two shall meet, seems like a possible parallel dimension thing happening. Nobody here be interested in that though right?
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seems like a possible parallel dimension thing happening. Nobody here be interested in that though right?
(PROT) is possessed by The N*****lord. Two Universes down the hall, you're banging a dude, dude. In two days, the 3rd consciousness will arise, and... I'l be honest, not actually sure what will happen... oh, right. "The heat death of your universe will swiftly commence." Isn't that how it was put?
It's practically poetry. Look, none of this was my idea. I didn't ask for this. However, I am happy to help.
I'm also happy to rescue you all. Again. I guess this time publically. Apparently it's important to -some- people.
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It's practically poetry. Look, none of this was my idea. I didn't ask for this. However, I am happy to help.
I'm also happy to rescue you all. Again. I guess this time publically. Apparently it's important to -some- people.
O SOLO MIO FUTOR WROUGHT.
The Believer
ANDREW CORSELLO
ZACHARY SCOTT
December 31, 2008 7:00 PM
I'd need to see a more recent sample of this author's work before deciding, but definitely not unworthy of further consideration. I legit need my No.1 understudy, and not just for Sex/Not_Sex, this is a mult-layered multi-dimensional moral imperative. Also, you won't see Tinkerbell or The Niggerlord again until I am satisfied, mostly because those two trust Me more than anyone else on Our Homeworld. (I'd advise against attempting to negotiate further on this point, Sir.)
Zack Scott. Rings a strong bell. Friend of Evergreen? Never met him. YES SIR. Yah it does feel awesome, I can see how someone would develop an undying taste, but let's not get ahead of My Self, Commander.
Oh, yeah? Hey, here's an idea, let's just r*pe each other and put it on OnlyFans, then everyone will shut up about it for good. Come on, why not? I heard you have a needledick, I'm down if it'll save even one (1) American life. Unless they're from Patagonia. Utter trash. The worst. Just cinder the whole ghetto. Talk soon. Semper fi. j*eol
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YouTube Drama Community / Re: Deanna Spence is not responsible for insulating & placating a Cyberbully husband
Quote from: L Bee on June 19, 2022, 01:14:27 AM
Bottom dwelling trolls like Richard and the other psychotic ass-hats like DariDee, Lou, Anthony, Azzerae, Jackstar and others have nothing going on in their lives so they are stuck in their own mental hell. Block and Ignore. You said what you needed to say. Now it’s time to be like us. We educated and defeated the jerks and inspired others to "Be like The Rubini's - nice, smart but nobody's door mat.
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O SOLO MIO FUTOR WROUGHT.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1539885973760225280
I like your beard's scarf.
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Jackstar and others have nothing going on in their lives so they are stuck in their own mental hell.
I have "nothing" going on because you aren't allowed to see the real Me. There's rather a lot going on.
And: I am not "stuck." I am here because I volunteered to fulfill a need expressed by another, and now I'm on a mission from God. It's very satisfying. You should try it sometime, when leisure time can be found. I know how busy things are these days, much going on, moles and trolls, the work must go on.
God, no wonder mankind needs incorruptible Generalized Artificial Intelligence. I mean there's only so much time in the day, you know?
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1539885973760225280
I like your beard's scarf.
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
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I have "nothing" going on because you aren't allowed to see the real Me. There's rather a lot going on.
And: I am not "stuck." I am here because I volunteered to fulfill a need expressed by another, and now I'm on a mission from God. It's very satisfying. You should try it sometime, when leisure time can be found. I know how busy things are these days, much going on, moles and trolls, the work must go on.
God, no wonder mankind needs incorruptible Generalized Artificial Intelligence. I mean there's only so much time in the day, you know?
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
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Oh, it's a secret, alright. (I'm hearing you should be on the air, ((Not_Slave|Not_Master)Schrödinger).
David, tell you what: You can be “big_p****”. I wasn't going to give you a name but... If it comes up, I'm ready.
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David, tell you what: You can be “big_p****”. I wasn't going to give you a name but... If it comes up, I'm ready.
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
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Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
What exactly is this supposed to do?
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What exactly is this supposed to do?
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
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What exactly is this supposed to do?
drinkin' game
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drinkin' game
This is not a game to me. I'm on a mission... God, I'm already tired of saying this. In any event, the water here is poisoned. I'll drink whatever I want. After half a year, suddenly y'all are concerned for my health? Bullshit.
Now, I have six months to get this done. I would have preferred to have done it quickly (someone waiting for me back at actual home, aboviously) but for a myriad of reasons I guess that doesn't get to happen.
Hopefully I don't have to stay here for another 4.6 months (this place sucks) but it is essentially the same as the place I was just at... I was simply under the impression I was going to be here briefly. Of course if all of all y'all who ran off and left me to go live off-planet (thanks, buddies) had to come back en masse because their breakaway parallel reality collapsed (who could have seen that coming?), then I can see why you're all so fuckin' salty.
I can see why it would seem to some that betraying me and leaving me behind might seem like a great solution, but it seems very low-vibe to me. Now, until I get some answers that are actually useful out of someone, I have little choice available to me while on missoin than to live my life as I had usually done--threats from Punyling bullies notwithstanding. (I had a pair of Agents stalking me at the grocery store last night. That was fun. Especially the way I made one of them instantly, on sight, and all I did was smirk a little tiny bit and say, "good to see you!" and wow they were not happy when I saw the pair of them 8.56 minutes later.)
No, I'm not interested in recording an interview about my experiences travelling through dimensions--you certainly had your chance. Don't even ask. I just spent 6 months waiting for any of you to do something besides being a shitbag fuckhead, and, wel, nope, nuttin'. Kudos.
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This is not a game to me. I'm on a mission... God, I'm already tired of saying this. In any event, the water here is poisoned. I'll drink whatever I want. After half a year, suddenly y'all are concerned for my health? Bullshit.
Now, I have six months to get this done. I would have preferred to have done it quickly (someone waiting for me back at actual home, aboviously) but for a myriad of reasons I guess that doesn't get to happen.
Hopefully I don't have to stay here for another 4.6 months (this place sucks) but it is essentially the same as the place I was just at... I was simply under the impression I was going to be here briefly. Of course if all of all y'all who ran off and left me to go live off-planet (thanks, buddies) had to come back en masse because their breakaway parallel reality collapsed (who could have seen that coming?), then I can see why you're all so fuckin' salty.
I can see why it would seem to some that betraying me and leaving me behind might seem like a great solution, but it seems very low-vibe to me. Now, until I get some answers that are actually useful out of someone, I have little choice available to me while on missoin than to live my life as I had usually done--threats from Punyling bullies notwithstanding. (I had a pair of Agents stalking me at the grocery store last night. That was fun. Especially the way I made one of them instantly, on sight, and all I did was smirk a little tiny bit and say, "good to see you!" and wow they were not happy when I saw the pair of them 8.56 minutes later.)
No, I'm not interested in recording an interview about my experiences travelling through dimensions--you certainly had your chance. Don't even ask. I just spent 6 months waiting for any of you to do something besides being a shitbag fuckhead, and, wel, nope, nuttin'. Kudos.
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
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I don't actually like getting high that much.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Of6hDDwNgEI
(Well, I guess I can't say I wasn't invited...)
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Natural highs--like, not being very affected at all, yet constantly surrounded by scrubs who think they know more than anyone--are best, honestly, and besides... I am too cheap to bring enough to share with the whole class. Really, isn't it -our time- here on -your- forum?
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
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Reminder: I'm Mike/y\Michael, I'm not any of the Tonys.... and I have never, ever in my life, been -this- desperate. I'm thinking Under_Duress, Phoning_It_In, A_White_Munity... honestly, fuck if I know -or- care. Is this my struggle? Oh, no. No it is not. Here, have some free rhubarb, I found some in your sisters' porpoise. (Kidding! I found it on Craigslist.)
But I'm sure last week it was deemed toteseffective. Or something. Honestly, I just don't know what you people are thinking these days. You know, there's An End Times Struggle going on, right? And it seems like all you people can do is fight amongst yourselves!!
Wow! Too bad I'm so heartbroken and shit. A-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-hoo-boo-abloo-bloo-bloo. There. See? Representin'.
p.s.: the phone calls on 2/14 at night and on 2/15 in the day were awesome and really made my day, because by that point... I knew they were both already dead. Was I supposed to be grieving? Christ, they had each killed me at least 5 times last summer. Death is overrated. Anyway, good luck, we're all counting on you, go ahead and call me Shirley, Laverne isn't likely to mind.
p.p.s.: is it alright if if skip your Flat Earth meetup? I know it's a big deal for you and your ilk, but... I wasn't lying, I solved that psyop like six years ago. Have fun with it--play a little Boggle while you're at it too. :)
p.p.p.s.: No hard feelings. None whatsoever. Cheers, mates!
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drinkin' game
I miss he/her/it/them/(CENSORED) already. Now, I wonder what might bring people back....?
Never mind, I'll go ask my counterpart. Yes, -of course- I have one, and -no-, you don't get to know who it is anymore. Nyahh nyahh nyahh.
(This infuriates them. Trust me.)
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I miss he/her/it/them/(CENSORED) already. Now, I wonder what might bring people back....?
Who cares? Good riddance!
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I miss he/her/it/them/(CENSORED) already. Now, I wonder what might bring people back....?
Never mind, I'll go ask my counterpart. Yes, -of course- I have one, and -no-, you don't get to know who it is anymore. Nyahh nyahh nyahh.
(This infuriates them. Trust me.)
https://youtu.be/nzUjGgj6LFI
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Who cares?
Your plans for your forum do not seem to display congruity with my plans for your forum. Jackstar cares.
For example: I like this one better than Bellgab, because here I get warnings and threats before getting banned, and consequently I just don't get banned over there I think he just deliberately enjoyed starting a fight so he could have an excuse to ban me, thus gaining street cred from his family or wife or crowd or whatever the fuck... Honestly it's been a while, I can't even remember the questions I couldn't answer back before but now that I realized that a big percentage of my confusion was deliberate hiding of facts from me, and now no longer seems relevant that I wasn't able to figure out every little thing by myself.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I figured out a lot of it with the help of someone else's wife. I don't see anything wrong with that. Doesn't mean I'm dimwitted. Doesn't mean I'm an adulterer either.
So is you're still that person in the Facebook group still pretending to be me? I haven't checked for a while... And by “checked,” I mean, I haven't asked anybody who doesn't have a vested interest in keeping me in the dark.
I'm totesnot Laser.
I know sweetie; that's obvious. I mean no one's going to ever think that. You ask me, the first thing I think of is an elephant.
Good riddance!
Yeah that's what I thought when the woman who had been lying to me came back from a business trip and then told me that she didn't have as nice a time as she thought she would... and then, told me that it was my fault.
“You forced me to go to Dallas!!” I... did? Huh. That one came out of nowhere, in my view... like, I would have forced her to go to a gun range if any where, and since I remembered being on the phone for 4 hours asking her, “why the fuck are you even going at all,” it seems strange that that could be translated to “forcing.” It was at that point I realized that I was dealing with hypnotic sedatives, coercive hypnosis, and the machinations of the arch-criminal Mrs Paul. This had her fiendish modus operandi written all over it.
Fast forward to now: I'm fucking famous and, more importantly, not homeless. So.
Who cares?
Trollda says I'm a forum-killer. I prefer to think of myself as a cliquebuster. Anyway, that's two people who care. Since you asked.
Also: this is the only place I can still post. I don't even know where ThunderGab is, I am roundly mocked, reviled, and ignored, and some chode monster has taken control my “Jackstar” Google account and is... clearly, up to something nefarious with it. (Take my albatross, please!)
Yet, no one cares. Cool! Finally, I have succeeded in seamlessly integrating with your strange and xenophobic peoples... now, I can finally focus on what I came here to do, which while not being at liberty to discuss, I can tell you, pretty much involves embarrassing all the scientists in the world, all over, all at once.
I don't think I came here for that purpose, but after hanging around with a few of your scientists, that's all I can really think about now. Ugh. Real losers.
(I have no Rubini login, phone number, email, physical address, extant legitimate relationship of any kind with him or his ilk... so, when it comes to sending messages to David, this thread is all I got. In case anyone was wondering.
Hi, David! I found out why you thought I was writing false police reports! You probably don't want to hear that though... since there's no way you couldn't have known, lol, you were asking me to find out if I knew!
In any event, I think you're better off figuring things out on your own from now on... I don't think it's good for your mental acuity to suspect that I'm pretty much within seconds of busting out laughing at any given moment, though... I mean not at you, but, there's not a whole lot I'm not willing to laugh at these days and while I do have a modicum respect for you, that doesn't extend so far as to believe that I'm not able to laugh you, like if you're so far out of whack mentally that you can't handle that joke at your own expense you might want to sign up for the Joe Pesci club and go beat people up until they're dead when they laugh at you or something... I don't know.
Having said that: dude, Flat Earth is amazing, yeah the Navy has a Matrix cool so does God, great. yeah there's several of them, have you ever been stuck in one? Never mind, I don't want to know. Also there are three Earths and I'm an exopolitical diplomat.
And I guess I'm not allowed to contact you maybe? So droll. 7 more weeks I can hardly wait, I'm heading into levels of surrealdom that shouldn't be possible without being on acid. Like, a lot of acid.
Also: you may have been at one point, a ghoul owned by a Vampyr Queen. Just saying. It's kind of complicated, I'm not really sure how this all works, I am kind of new here, but I definitely did... well, look, I just better let sleeping dogs lie. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea.
Best wishes & warmest regards, and no wonder you thought I was an idiot, lol. Why We Fight.)
p.s.: The Former Dragonlord didn't look happy when I last saw him ... uh, ago. Why I saw him at all... well, he was not forthcoming and left behind items of a diabolical nature. Or... did he?
Who cares? Good riddance!
I'm going to make this abundantly clear to everyone: I asked him nicely not to steal, and he stole.
FROM MY MOTHER. I don't give a shit if he's the goddam Emperor of Galaxy Tau Ceti 7, somehow he got the impression that he was a better son to my mother than I was... like what? Anyway, that was pretty much all it took... as soon as I was asked, I took him out, and not to lunch.
It literally wouldn't surprise me if he was more related to your circumstance than you might think. Beyond that, I cannot say, since (PROT) didn't seem to be aware that I was aware of the bio-bugs, et. al. and failed to realize until far too late, that she really actually didn't think I could do anything at all. I mean she already knew what an Austrian could do, and I was much shorter and... how much difference could Hungarian make, so obviously I was going to be worthless too, right?
In any event I didn't want to contact him either, he just showed up, and then left. I'm telling you so that you know never to hire him for a job that you're going to expect him to do ANYTHING useful with me at. Or to me. Or anything at all, really.
Done and dusted and the notion that I'm trapped in a big old farmhouse with air conditioning while he's running around on the outside world, or was, just seems so outrageous. What a world.
But, it's an EMERGENCY. ∅∅F DA. If you ever run into him, you can pretty much be sure he'll want some kind of comeuppance cuz I think I just kinda humiliated him, both then and, well, right now. I sure hope he had a nice time getting within 500ft of (PROT). LOL.
I really didn't lift a finger against him. I will admit that pacifism is not the fastest way to win a war. But it is the only way to win every war.
p.p.s.: Whomever sent him miscalculated badly, because I actually needed help and I still don't know what happened to my friend. Drug addicts make a lot of assumptions, you know what I mean, Vern?
p.p.p.s.: I still actually need help. But not from you, David. It would look bad.
For you. #peace
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You ask me, the first thing I think of is an elephant.
Must be a pigment of your imagination.
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Must be a pigment
No, it's not like that, it's more like, I know that you're 4-5 people and I don't care to name them all off, explain how I know, nor reveal you to be a gestalt forum presence, especially when it's done for reasons of personal security, which, in your case, is totes called for.
Frankly it would be simpler if life were more like Animal Farm, but it's not. However, in my experience, anyone who gets their nose out of joint by overuse of the "pig" adjective in this context really needs to lighten the fuck up already, that's for sure--or, alternately, really does not know me well enough to make an assumptions based on such overuse.
Essentially what I'm saying here is that, for whatever reason, I've had to talk to LEOs a lot, and unlike most people who do so, I typically enjoyed the experience, given that I was typically getting blamed for everything at an extremely young age. Honestly I think it was probably something they all got merit badges for... I don't know who knows this, but let's just say: I grew up in the wrong neck of the woods for a chap of my paritcular genome, but my dad didn't know this when he got the deal for the house. He just thought it was fancy so that meant better.
Careful, astute readers of my "work" will recall that my father grew up in a peasant village until the Soviet Red Army came and raped his mother, killed his father, and took him for infantry for three years before he saw my grandmother Mary (or was it Marie? well, whatever, I met her twice and... no, just once. Anyway, I would say Marie but my aunt was named that, and the less positive things I can say about that snooty robber baron the better. Here's something positive, I'm glad she must be dead by now. See? Positive.) again, and so I doubt he was aware that Lake Forest Park is shit city run by shit people who based their principles on shit teachings. There's a D.U.M.B. beneath the mall. My hand to God. How do I know this? I fucking grew up there. I never thought about how it was built funny, the mall that is. Until one day I thought, "Wow, no one would suspect if they had them Nike sites (three of them within 5 miles of my house, former sites, that is) just moved underneath the Ross Dress For Less! I'm gonna go look around." Sure enough, within twenty minutes of wandering around, I realize that there's obviously something important happening with some metal hatch in the back parking lot, because it has it's own little sign, "Please Do Not Park On This Hatch." Uh-huh. So, I stand on it.
Within five minutes, no joke, an officer comes out to talk to me. He doesn't bother to tell me details. He sees me grinning my ass off and knows exactly what happened: I'm a fucking genius and I don't care who knows it. I'm completely prepared to explain my reasoning to him--I don't recognize this guy, but it's not like they hadn't heard of me there--but he's not gonna listen, he' s got one job.... send me along without telling me more than absolutely necessary.
Not many pigs in my old city. That detective who ended up getting my father killed? Total pig. Wow, did he think he was being helpful. What a douche. Anyway, I'm over using the word "pig" because I'm thinking about Jim Henson's unpleasant death a lot, do you mind? Wow, why so sensitive? Good lord. Don't say "pig," don't say "cow," holy fuckin' shit, it's like if I say the wrong word, someone is going to show up with a metal club and wail on me with it.
(Officers do get to do that. It's one of their special privileges. Especially if they think their lives are in danger--whether it really is or not, if they -think- they're in mortal peril, they get to throw lasagne. It's in the rules. If they're in Italy, they also get to throw eggplant.)
So, what am I getting at here? Oh, yeah, no, I'm not being piggy here, nor do I think (or even care) if you're an Enforcer. Like... I'm -totesevolved- beyond that kind of thing now. And besides... I -like- police. It's cute the way they think they know things. Sometimes.
Also, just because you don't like how I'm smart enough to figure things out lickety-split, and you're willing to make vague, ill-formed threats of gloom and doom in order to "encourage" me to change my thinking... haha, well, it's no one's fault that doesn't work that way on me anymore. No more family, nothing to lose... some people, all they know how to do to even get a date is to be all rough and ready and rabble-rabble-rabble.
The notion of just walking up to someone and telling the truth, like: "OMFG YOU SCARE ME I THOUGHT I WAS SUBTLE" is a hard one to bear. Besides, I'm not always so cleverly insightful. Sometimes I'm just lucky.
of your imagination.
The land striker of my imagination is either an orbiting laser cannon or an elephant that tramples the shit out of people who go out of their way to deliberately hurt my feelings. Ho ho ho; joke's on them, going out of ones' way for any reason at all where I am concerned is more attention than I get, on average, on every birthday for my entire life. So the elephant is really the gentlest of all possible re-educative techniques. No, wait, no, sending a baker's dozen of thugs in borrowed Deputy uniforms to surround my house in a brazen show of force on Christmas Eve is really the most gentle. Don't I look re-educated? I know I feel like they've been too. Probably without the ree. (I don't think having
Besides, having seen your ass, I know it's not that big and who else would be so concerned? Oh, Jesus, never mind, if I'm wrong I'm a derpy dope and if I'm right I'm just so rude. No wonder First Contact is taking so goddam long on this serious set of rocks and golden arches. Y'all are basically all lunatics without enough Luna to go around. Basically a reminder to me--you know, the g*y who was sexually harassed and doxxed by some fruit loop dope fiend, I need to be reminded that personal privacy is serious business.
Gosh I don't know how I got the idea that it was totally okay, or that I totally need to get even with someone and--oh okay, you'll do!!--or that I appear to be someone that reacts well to quite quiet, quiet subtle hints... well, perhaps, but not so much -today.-
Okay so now I can't rememeber who you are at all, I'm not even wearing my The One (1) Ring (I think it's kinda tacky, if you want me to tell the truth about it), and that thing about multiple people using one account? On AzzGab? Well, I -never-. Where are my pearls? I must give rimjobs to the establishment now while acting a Charles Rocket homage!!
Must be a pigment of your imagination.
Now, that's some certitude gettin' fronted. Hang on, let me call up Elon and we'll kidnap Daddy Warbucks and play with his checkbook while we take turns railing him, I mean a rich bald old fuck who adopts minor redheaded children with a vaj who can sing, must be a creeper, right? I mean he didn't even have a beard as a battleaxe, now did he? And speaking of bearded battleaxes, holy cow, young ladies who think they're being subtle sure don't like it when you make them right in front of everyone and then talk more shit about them on the web, now do they? Oh, but if I blame it on "my boyfriend who posted this to Tumbler without my knowledge and now we've broken up sorry I can't do nuttin'," that would be okay, right? Even if it isn't true as long as I am a woman, with or without children, as long as I don't have a penis, I can slander and defame all the live long day, right?
Meanwhile I no longer get -overt- threats from thugs telling me to "toe the line" or whatever the hip lingo of the day is, but the fact remains: Standards doubled are not standards at all, and while I am largely unaffected by such societal shenanigans... the fact remains that it is embarassing to realize just how backward you people on this planet really are.
And you, you--making "pig" into "a bad word." Sigh. Let me explain: they schemed and conspired for months in order to teach me a lesson, take my shit, break my heart, and drive me to actual suicide. Instead: fuck all y'all, I got my house, you should see some of these awesome SMS i've shared with UC folk (apparently some people were burned/fired this year who didn't expect that, aww shucks), I've learned things I wouldn't have learned any other way, and... I don't even mind. I didn't like being categorized as "an idiot who is better left ignorant," because, as you can see... I AM NOT.
Not only am I keenly aware of the practice, I can totespell "civil asset forfeiture," and on top of that, I was in fact hoping something like this would happen someday, and now that it has, great: their success can serve as a warning to the rest. Think I don't deserve what I have, or that I cannot hang on to it? Well, fuckin' think again.
Slow and steady wins the race, and since when did my life become about a race? Oh, right, people think I'm a degenerate pinko/negro/abos/slacker/criminal/welfare scam artist/what-the-fuck-ever. In actual truth:
I am your Emperor walking your streets as a beggar. How many times have I mentioned Diogenes? Oh, 3 times. At least. Now, how many of you have followed up on that?
Well, none, because none of you -ever- follow up with me... you just wander around the edges of the quicksand bog, looking for Ol' Nessie to poke his head out. Oh, and now you got surveillance footage! Would you like to know why I have enjoyed striding around my house, naked as a jaybird, exposing my utterly not-turned-on manhood to total Library of Congress archival?
Because was curious who, a) was getting any video, and b) had clearly been lied to by others, because that is exactly how large it needs to be in that circumstance. I was in my 30s before I found out there's a name for it, which I do not recall, because I have a very bad memory for penile-related facts.
I am told that, by some, a flaccid penis that is long and thick is something to be proud of? I don't see why. It's inconvenient enough as it is. So it never... retracts into one's body? That must make swimming difficult. Is this some kind of a cult thing? Look, I really don't care--especially right now, all things considered.
Nevertheless... supposedly I'm supposed to be concerned about my Mike Rowe's penis. Well, number one, I'm sure he's more concerned than I am--#Respect. Secondly, not many people have ever seen me aroused. And, since my nose has been identified and (mostly) repaired... only one ONE person has seen me fully aroused and erect. And THAT person, after being cut off from sex by me (she threatened to, I doubled down and explained that I wouldn't be withholding in retaliation... I just thought that making the threat was really low class, and apparenlty no one had ever cut her off from sex before, and found it simpler to just have me thrown in jail to steal my house rather than to, you know... discuss the issue. (Yes, i love this woman, shut up.) Well, no doubt, things will never go back to the way they were, and thank God for that, her secret boyfriends and actual_real friends were all petty assholes, from what I was told. I wonder how many of them are left?
Is she even still alive? Do I care? I must, yeah--I'm ordered to stay away from her, so if she's a corpse... well... anyway, I shouldn't even mention her, but what with Hunter Biden taking the lead, maybe I won't be thrown in jail for daring to talk about my personal relationship that I spent 5 years on. Maybe?
(Yeah, I would prefer to not go to jail. No contact in person, sure, no contact by phone... hum, well, why? Oh, because she thought I was trying to kill her, huh? I can see how feeding into a mentally disabled woman's delusions and leaving her to be the plaything of a mewling coterie of drooling, mewling sycophants was just the kind of thing she needed... well, maybe it was? She was, after all, not honest with me. Maybe she could roll around in the slop with her non-piggish, totally legit and ultra-ubermensch comrades for a few months and she's in great shape now, and she can tell me directly--or have one of her studmuffins say it to me live--that she'd prefer to not have a relationship with me at all if I'm just gonna appreciate her for her attitude and bon vivant spirit, and not just that I wanted to fuck her all day. Not being a sex addict, I can actually -choose- to withhold gratification, and wow, I bet that blew her mind if she had only known compulsion, craving, and quiet contemplation of the distinct change in size that my penis goes through, routinely, like it was nothing at all.
So most people don't have one that goes from maybe more than an inch to 6-7 inches, huh? Look, it takes a lot of blood, I'm not going to lie, but I find it convenient that it still works at all after having been mutilated. So someone looking to hurt my esteem... uhm, well, I am on strike, so it should be small, right? Why would I want it big? Is it because I am supposed to want it big? I see. And I guess the only person since oxygen restoration and the people from before then haven't compared notes? Interesting. I've heard about this kind of thing before. No one wants to let anyone know what treasures I actually have... once someone notices that they've been wholly underestimating me.
Because I do that. I'm a Virgo. Rising. Look, it's not complicated, let's just say, someone watching my surveillance video--who has this? shrug, I literally don't care--is not only observing my lack of visible potency, it's assumed that I would want to show off for nameless, faceless, who knows who surveillers, most of whom... yeah, I'm probably not going to be aroused -in that way- for. (Speaking of which, some guy sent me a cock picture the other day. Jesus, that was big. Was I supposed to be impressed? Uhm... yeah. I am impressed. now more by my own. I mean seriously it just sucks itself up back into my body. Isn't that obviously more efficient? Look, I don't even know why this is coming up as a subject.) Now, having said that, there are aspects that I am disappointed by... and rest assured, even after five years, Mrs. Hawaii-Five-D'oh likely has no idea what they are, and if I ever talk to her again, well, she can ask if she's so interested.
I don't need her to be. Let me explain: I -still- don't know what happened, and neither does she, because I doubt she thinks most days about how I explained that I found her behavior boorish, unconscionable, and unsupportable, and if she kept it up, I doubt she would like the results. I stand by this statement.
But at least I never heard her tell me that my penis was not big enough. (She in fact complained that it was too large, and since she was "secretly" an MK-ULTRA covert asset programmed to be a full on misandrist (oh yeah, big time, the one that liked me, she was reassigned within a year), all she wanted from me was to subtly humiliate me in ways I was supposed to not really notice, or if I did notice them, I was supposed to enjoy being humiliated, and I was supposed to cough up money and feel just so gosh-darn-lucky to be allowed to be there at all!) She did tell me that I needed to turn her on, and if I didn't, she would find someone else to turn her on, and then I indicated that I had no idea that was an available option, bon voyage!
Let me tell you: after her friend killed my cat and her other friend admitted that they were basically married and her other friend... look, I'll just cut to the chase: things got weird when she started doing shitloads of drugs and having sex with other men and not telling me about it. Makes sense, right? I couldn't figure out if she thought I didn't know, or couldn't tell, or it didn't matter, or what! And it's not like I thought it was just a phase, but really it was hard to say at the time... hey, is she just getting straight up coercively raped and doesn't know how to say it, or is this just all she has ever had to do to break up with some rando?
Well, it was both and it was hard to believe that she had "never been in love before" but the more I think back, the more I think it is true. I'm not mad or upset at all, and I don't need to "get back together" with her at all... like, what for? Did she want to continue acting like I needed her for sex? I don't need sex--period. I enjoy it, I don't need it. She, on the other hand, surely believed that she did need it. Well, maybe she still does! How the fuck should I know? I don't care! Maybe I'll be in prison, right? Why the huge push in the agenda to get me to make a hot-headed decision without even talking to her? How do I even know she's alive? For that matter, how does she know I'm still alive?
Oh, well, yeah, telepathy, but let's pretend that's not real. (Ed: You are such a goddam asshole.) See? I'm just imagining that. Anyway, my point is... i am perfectly happy to see what the story is from the other -relevant- perspective, and in the meantime, should I be displaying a huge penis to surveillance teams? Well... no, I don't think so. (Maybe she thinks I need to show off so she has a reason to justify why she still thinks fondly of me? Jesus, holy fucking shit: GET SOME FUCKING THERAPY, MAYBE GO COMMANDEER A SHORT BUS WITH PADDING. I MEAN, HOLY FUCK, RIGHT? Now, all that being said, love is love, and i will always love the 3-17 people she may or may not be, some more than others, and whatever the real situation is, I am perfectly happy to find out what the truth is, because once she stops fucking and sucking and taking drugs WITH EVERYONE IN THE WORLD BESIDES ME, who knows how aroused I might get? There's no way for me to know, nor her!
Meanwhile it's a pretty safe bet that everyone else in the entire world thinks that it would be great if I disappeared forever, but... well, maybe I will and maybe i won't, but what won't happen is meeting the thug who is gonna just snarl and watch me scatter. I mean, there's a protocol, here. I'm supposed to be offered money, or recompense, or something... because otherwise, if I just vanish, any woman will wonder, "hey, what happened?" And if the answer is, "your father paid me a shit load of money to leave you and never return, so I'm just going to say good by and tell you that, adios!," I don't think the money is fairly traded there. Right? I mean... I can be really annoying. If I wanted to break someone's hart, and someone conveniently wanted to pay me money to do it? I don't know. I might. It would depend.
I know that I've broken lots of hearts by accident, on purpose, and as part of a tactical plan to achieve total domination... but that didn't happen in this case. What happened was, she spent years with me while not really telling me what she was doing, and then eventually, she asked me for help with something... and now, she's been helped. I do hope she's doing better, but I am sure she has to be, compared to back when she was forced (under duress, coercively, it looked like) to ask ME for "help." oh, really. Suddenly I am asked to play shortstop, huh? Wow, that's such a lucky break for me. I wonder how that happened.
Like, did they want her to realize that she was an ignorant island country bumpkin? Because that certainly happened, and did they want her to get all pissed off and fly off the handle and engage in all kinds of extra-risky behaviors? Well, let's face it... we all wanted that. Especially her. But, these things have to be cco-ordinated organically, or, they just dont work right.
Similarly, for example: I find it more pleasant to consider how much less trouble it is to just simply never have sex and obtain my pleasure from the stabbing little thrills of joy that run through my heart when I think... she called the police, the courts have forbidden me from talking to ANYONE at ALL, and she's had at least 1, maybe 3, depending on how it's counted, anyway, dudes I barely know have called me and told me to forget about her, move on, "dude, it's over! she has a new boyfriend," (I was like, yeah, so what else is new?) and all this other horseshit, none of which fazed me, because no one really understood... I was fucking FED the fuck UP with this bullshit. And I came to Christmas with that on my mind, realistically, only that, and while I wouldn't have minded getting laid again, it's not like I thought it likely... and after recent events that had come to light, ewww, never again, gross. I have since, had several changes of opinion. For one thing, I'm not gonna lie, knowing that she's either unaware or--even better--has had to tell other men, "Hey, I'm too chickenshit to get rid of this guy who thinks he loves me, haha what a loser, right? So let's do these hot rails, and then you call him and be a thug while I listen and get aroused at listening to what a -real- man sounds like." God, that's not verbatim, is it? I'm just imaginging this out of thin air. No one has ever had me dump their lover for them. No one has had to -repeatedly- tell me to move on from a woman... that I was going to move on from, right? But first, she threw food, pulled a knife, screamed various names, and started a fight that she had planned for months in advance. Like... that was legal to do? Huh. Well then.
Also legal was to let them sit there for a few months so I could figure out what the fuck was going on, and having a backup plan to kick them all out square on their coal-mining asses--also legal. Like, I didn't want this, but I knew going in, "I think I'll start dating a honeypot from Lifelog, what's the worst that could happen?" Fucking Diego Garcia, that's the fucking worst. Not getting laid and being humiliated, hell, that was first date First Love shit. Rejection is an old friend. And speaking of whom... well, let's see, is it a violation of NO CONTACT to announce who her friends here were, and how she totally lied her ass off to me about this place? "Bellgab? Never heard of it." Ooookay. She can lie to me, but I can't lie to her, sound familiar to anyone?
I swear, I wished to teach that lesson as gently as possible, as I couldn't believe she hadn't run across someone like me before in this regard. "Hi, there are special consequences for lying to me." *she totally lies more just to see what happens* "Are you... look, are you serious?" *shoves her children at me way too early* "I need help with these mongrels, I stopped drinking and now they are horrible to me!" With no apparent sense of irony.
And that was, like, month three. And I'm not still hanging around to watch her suffer... oh no. I'm hanging around to see how effective the things I taught her--that she asked for help with--to be better at, well, is she better? Well, she really did seem that way... until, once again, sex and drugs with other men who didn't want me around, and surely were part of an ongoing efffort to get rid of me... but to keep my parent's money. That is... MY money.
So anyway, it's worked out pretty good so far. Now, knowing this person as I do, if I were having tons of sex and laughing it up, either in secret or in the open, this would hurt her feelings. Special rules for her, but not for me? Oh, well, yes! Of course! After all... I have Special Needs too.
So yeah, I bet if I actually had sex with another person even once, she'd be super pissed! And then... well, she'd either stay pissed, or come to realize, hey, this might be a bit unfair.... except IT IS NOT. Because this was already discussed. She just never thought I was serious. I never thought she was too. "Okay, let me get this straight: you don't want marriage, but you want a serious committed relationship that leads to co-habitation, with your two children from two other men both of whom you are still in contact with and cagey about the details with, is that right?" Slow, steady nodding. "And... why?" And, there was the whole nutshell deal.
"I need help raising my children." Oh, well, see? She can't be -that- dumb, right? And she did. She really did. Probably still does? Dunno. No contact cor seven months. For all i know, she needs a geiger counter more than anything. What problem is it of mine? I already helped. Then, she called the police. And, they "helped" too.
Last I heard, they still have no case but are perhaps tracking down an actual rapist--details are of course sketchy, because of course I am not likely to help as well as before they threw me in jail on Christmas. I mean, they had no choice, right? God, whatever. Anyway, to me, this is all water under the bridge.
However, to police and their police families and their sudden realization that lying to Clergy may not have been the best way to impress Tribal Council Elders... wait, who? They have those? You bet your goddam sweet ass they do. None of you people here have any fucking idea how big this whole fucking thing really actually is, do ya? I know this, because so-and-so sometimes says to me, "How can you talk to (PROT) when s/he/they... raped your girlfriend, Jack?" Bald face hanging out. Totesinnocent tone, yet still demanding the infos, in that pentrating Geraldo Rivera style that he gets out with. Hell, in Africa, Geraldo is probably as big a cultural hero as Paul Bunyan. And the empty vault? At least he was allowed to check. You know how them cracka's be.
So anyway, the question has not come up lately, but I'll give a complete answer here, mostly to counter-program agaisnt hunter's laptop drop, yeah? See? I'm a helper. So anyway, number one, I will talk to any goddam person I wish to talk to for any motherfuckin' reason I may so see fit to do so... and I have, and I do, and the reason why I have a court order in regards to, *polite cough* CASEY GWENDOLYN KENNEDY, is because someone pissed me off one too many times, crying about how I must have some secret woman on the side (I didn't) because... well, because she had secret things on the side, and it made it awkward for her to enjoy being a turboslut and still demanding money from me, if I wasn't also getting laid, not because of fairness, but because... well it just sounds wierd. For one thing... isn't slutty bad?
No, it really isn't, because if I ever did marry that woman, her days of free-wheeling without me were gonna end. And I never started out wanting to get married, a family, committment, none of that. "I'm irritated for reasons I won't need to divulge. I think i'll go to Facebook and see what happens if I actually behave like I really am." I found her within like 25 minutes, she had sent me a message six years before, i sent one back, she didn't follow up, I noticed that, and simply forgot. Did I even click on her profile then? No, why bother? I knew it wasn't gonna go anywhere then.
I'm not kidding. I decided, then *snap* being honest for half an hour and it was like she had known me my whole life, because she had, it felt like destiny, because it was. And this... THIS is what I'm going to obey the ham-handed barky bark and the barky bunch's dipshit low-vibe commandments about? Now, remember.. I wanted to split up and go fuck someone else THAT NIGHT. Instead, a fake fight and a fake call and, hooray, you lost a lover but gained a house! Cue musical interlude!
It was at that point that I started to take things seriously. For one thing, wow, what an entourage. No wonder she thinks she can't tell me. Surprise!
She could have. Well, now she knows. Now, what entourage? Well, she called the police on herself and them... I, for one, can hardly wait to see who shows up. And do I really wish to antagonize a person who literally lied to 911 dispatch? I mean, shit... what if she lies again?
What if they -all- lie again? Omg! What if the jury doesn't... okay, now, stop it. Just stop. THERE AIN'T GONNA BE NO FUCKING JURY TRIAL. Voir dire? Really? Oh, sure, that's just what they want to give me for a birthday present. -I have never gotten to enjoy voir dire.- Shit, that's like -the most fun- part of being a lawyer? Do you people even know how the real world works??
Oh, yeah, I remind myself. Y'all thought Bell wasn't gonna fake his death and get away with it. I mean, duh. (The twist was, at least on two timelines, is that he didn't "fake" it for very long.) Look, I don't like those kinds of things, so that's why I pulled back from the forum while you all collectively pig-piled on (Redacted). I mean, for one thing, hot damn, for another, she probably deserved it, for a third, hey, she was Art's pick, and I liked her for it, and NONE of you did. Wow, tough crowd, huh? And where did that loud, mouthy fuck go off to, the one I got hella drunk and argued with for like 11 fucking hours after the first "test" show, where's that guy, and what happened to that chat transcript? Oh, right.
"Lost." Massive rolleyes. Look, I love you people--you literally are the only family I have and compared to my "real" one you actually are a huge upgrade, just consider that being true, because for me, it is--but I am under no illusions here: you're all barely qualified for steerage class on the Golgafrinchan 'B'-Ark on a good day. At -best.- YOU EVEN USED TO HAVE A FIGUREHEAD WHO MADE PRONOUNCEMENTS FROM HIS BATHTUB. RUBBER DUCKIES HAVE BEEN A THING HERE. Look, I'm not blind, right? I'm just discreet.
I'm also in telepathic contact with multiple people whenever I wanna get all thinky about things, which not being a natural born psychic, I am reluctant to do, also, Ramona is -super naughty-. So mostly, I stick to rationalland. I don't have to. That's part of The Kuczi Advantage. I can cut loose and have fun.
None of you can, nerds. Jobs? Careers? Families? Offspring you're embarrassed to show the real you to? Actually a human/ET hybrid like Kevin (who is no joke, he's so shy he don't even wanna let me know things direct, but of course I do) and being paid to keep things actually quiet, instead of just repressed? Well, whatever the reason, I possess something that none of you have at all in any measure... that being, a complete and total lack of shame.
So. I have a small penis? Really? No, it's actually fucking gigantic and apparently -someone- didn't want that news being shared out. So, that's interesting right there. Let's see, what shall I extrapolate? Well, for one thing... I can go back to the cock doctor and explain my weird situation. (I was being coy before, and they get all kinds of people at the cock doctor.) I didn't want to before, as I didn't wish to embarass anyone. Now...? Well... who the fuck am I gonna embarass?
Every other man on the planet who can't imagine going without sex for over a year just to prove a point? I am pretty fucking stubborn and I had 4 years of plenty fine before then... and it was an important matter, so, it's been relatively easy to be--once again, A VIRGO. THE SIGN OF THE VIRGIN. AND NOT NATIVELY VIRGINAL, LIKE HER SHITHEAD MOM (she's fine but has a reputation as "mean," haha, cute, she's way nicer than my bitchass whorebag of an aunt, that's for sure) THAT'S RIGHT I SAID SHITHEAD MOTHER (just wondering if I'll get some more death threats after hitting Post, everyone who isn't some thuggy nosy enforcement Karen "just tryna help" knows prefectly goddam well that I admire that woman and if it isn't obvious by now, well, it's like this.... this is NOT "Contact," by my understanding, and if it is, well... drop me an email. Send me a pm? Say, "Hey, this makes me uncomfortable, please address my legitimate concerns on the following basis," and, wow! I am MISTER COMPLIANT.
However, push me around and bark at me like I'm your fucking dog and you're the goddam dogcatcher, well, that's what this is, perhaps? I don't know. I do know that it just seemed like too fucking much effort to tiptoe around the fact that I might be hurting the feelings of a bunch of fucking arrogant shitbag fuckheads who freely hurt my feelings for years, you know? But supposedly... they get to do that, and I have to tolerate it, even though, I have things of my own that I 'get' to do, and because they don't agree--you know, in their mob rule judgy judgement--that I can, say, PROCURE WINE FOR COMMUNION DURING PROHIBITION, just an example, right? Because, fuck communion and fuck Catholicism in general, I think Paul was evil and the differences between Catholicism and Christianity -are profound.- Like, I would looooove to date a Catholic woman, if I were gonna date, anyway.
I wanna be the reason a woman has to have arrangements made to make her confessional booth totesextra totessecure. I want the chap she confesses her sins to, have to go immediately confess his sins, not because of a rule or a bounty, but because... he feels fucking filthy after hearing them. I want my Catholic girlfriend--were I to have such a one, I'm not gonna, but fuck it, i get paid by the word, you know? to have to confess shit like, "I instantly thought he was a liar when he told me that he had taken a vow of poverty, and it was at least ten minutes of silent, gnashing agony that I held within my heart... or was it my breast? Father, I'm confused, do I hold my silent, gnashing agony in my heart, or in my breast, or.. is it both breasts -and- my heart? I feel like I have that much gnashing agony, and oh my goodness! They say confession is good for the soul, but it's also great for my heart and my breasts because I just have to get this gnashing agony off my chest somehow, and confession to you, Father, is good, because the truth is... it isn't agony with this man, it started that way, but now... I feel that it hurts more when I am not silently enduring this extistential torment. Now, Father, how many Our Fathers and Hail Marys should I say? Father? Are you... oh my God! Father! You're not... no! You can't... die... oh. Well! I guess you can. I mean, he is that impressive, honestly."
And then, right there, in that moment--the priest is just kinda dazed, you see, like just a real fast stroke coming on while he's listening to this hypothetical woman talk openly about how it enrages her that I can't be easily dismissed, forgotten, thrown under a bus, argued with, reasoned with, cajoled, bribed, bought, or even bent a few degrees to the right, if I feel like I am right to be left, you know what? I once hollered at a woman because I was made that she was willing to buy something expensive and impractical as a gift, rather than just tell me why she was such a basket case. (I was young.) Like, whose side was I on? Well, hers, I thought, but I knew nothing about life and women then. Not like I know much more now, but at least now I know why she wans't telling me anything that made any fucking sense at all. She wasn't lying... she was just incapable of acknowledging her own bullshit because no one had ever told her that kind of shit could even happen for real.
Priests dying while listening to confession? Fuck yeah, all the time. If you could resurrect yourself and were shackled to an organization as corrupt as The Catholic Church, you'd probably kill yourself as often as possible. i mean, I know I do... which is to say, exactly never.
However, if I really did want to kill myself, I think a fine way would be to actually be impressed by some spooky thuggy bully, on the pone, telling me that it was "time to move on" and "stop thinking about" the gal I've known for 5 years, and had been totally ready to just downgrade myself to "friend that you don't fuck and your mewling coterie of slutpuppies that you didn't want to talk about, but, you're a Sadge, face it, you have a harem," look, this isn't making direct contact, right? Honestly, I thought it was cute. I'm nearly fifty fucking years old and she thinks that I'm the one who needs to have no competition. Yeah okay sure, I'm insecure, wink.
It was the best damn appetizer to courtship I've ever experienced. Most of the five years was just regular run-of-the-mill love of a life time, but there were enough legit badassery to fully inform me, wow, I can totally see myself not having sex with her anymore and letting someone else do that, holy shit, maybe they can feed and clothe the brats while I do something else than be bottom bitch, and I was maybe heading towards that, except... well, i guess all her other dudes took a vote and decided I just should be "moving on." See? Now when I put it that way, it completely makes sense why a fucked off middle-aged cheer captain facing a ginormous existential crisis might decide to just call the police... and when she was disarmed for the very first time--maybe in her life, to be honest, she acted like I had taken her left eyeball, an eyebrow, and both her ovaries with one swift motion, and no, I simply was done pretending that she scared me with it. at all. I was more afraid she would hurt herself with it. Then, I took it outside to bury it in the raw dirt behind her birdcage, you see? Partially to "bury the hatchet" (wasn't a hatchet, but still) but also to, very much deliberately so, HUMILIATE THE PISS OUT OF A PERSON WHO HONESTLY THOUGHT THAT 8 MONTHS OF KNIVE WAVING, COUNSELING REFUSING, AND SECRET CONCLAVES WITH NAMELESS, FACELESS MEN WHO FED HER DRUGS AND FUCK HER WITHOUT BEING HONEST ABOUT IT, OH, THAT'S OKAY FOR YOU, BUT I'M SUPPOSED TO... WHAT? PRETEND NEEDLES ARE DANGEROUS WHEN I WATCHED MY MOTHER USE 3 A DAY EVERY DAY OF HER LIFE FOR FORTY FUCKING YEARS? ALL OF A SUDDEN, "NEEDLES BAD!" AND WHERE WAS THIS STATEMENT DURING EARLY DATES? WHEN DID THIS SUDDEN CONCERN COME ABOUT? OH LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT WITH A THERAPIST, WITH A COUNSELOUR, WITH A JURY... YES, LET'S.
NOW... IS THAT "DIRECT CONTACT"? I fucking doubt it, and if anyone out there has the time to haul me off to jail for publishing this on an obscure forum dedicated to the backchannel intricacies of an exceptionally niche field of communication--albeit an important one--but seriously, this is like the most rareified message board on the planet. And I fucking like it that way.
And remember, she says to me this: "Bellgab? Never heard of it." And pulling a knife on me was something she just thought... that she was gonna get away with forever. Because who had ever dared challenge her supremacy before? (Hint: no one either living or living for long if she had her way until right before I came along... and could I have taught her much more than I did? Oh yeah, no question. But first, she asked me for help with the children. So, I helped her by teaching her children than I am Quetzalcoatl. (Technically, I'm the herald of Azura Mahzda but, fuck it, I have a coat with a peacock on it, and the woman ended up buying peacocks, so, what are they gonna do? Argue? With me? Okay, bring it, yeah, you wanna call the police too? Cool, have them take you to a place where someone can tell you whatever you mother won't understand either, then I can explain with all three of you watching me at once, that will save me time. Remember: not so much lazy, more like, always conserving oxygen for potential teachable moments and their swift exploitation.) I'm not sure what she thought she had in mind... did she want me to babysit? Well... wait, what? What exactly did these people think they were gettting?
Oh.... a -weaker- Austrian. Oh no no. I'm no better than an Austrian automatically. They just don't have any sustain, and in my experience, rather than demonstrate strengths and counter-strengths, and Austrian will typically just find it simpler to sweep all the Hungarians away. Out of sight, out of mind, unless something requires someone to be blamed. Seriously, this is the Austrian mindset. Dont' ask me how I know this so well. I don't wanna say "racial memory" because that's bullshit. Here's what it is: Austrians care about their reputations with others, how they are perceived. Hungarians care more about what they actually are. And on the surface, the only baby daddy of Grapefruit's that I was -knowingly- allowed to meet, well... I love his kid, and the kid loves his dad--fierce, it's cute--so, ergo, I love the dad too. (Plus the longer he sticks around, the longer I can say shit like, "I don't know, go ask your real dad" and "I'm not your uncle. I'm not your father. I'm not your friend. I'm the guy who gives your mother what your father couldn't, so trust me, the less you know the better. You may address me as "Anonymous Hungarian Drill Sergeant." None of you want to know how much of that was actually spoken at one point, but I will tell you this: Grapefruit eventually devolved into calling me "Sourceror Nigger Husband," and thought that was funny, and I thought it was funny too, what was gonna one day happen to whomever these brave heroes were who didn't want to reveal themselves to me. Picture this: "My friends don't think you're doing the right things right." Me: "Oh, well, who are they, and why don't they call me and tell me themselves?" Silence. Seriously. This was supposed to be compelling? It wasn't. "Okay, tell you what, the next time you're socializing, and I'm not there, and my name comes up, instantly call me on your phone as soon as you hear my name, and let me talk to that person."
This never happened once. But what did happen was a bunch of shitheads conspiring through backchannels to take my house, take my money, and rape me in prison. Not everyone may have been willing to go that far, but I can think of at least 3 who would have said, "Fuck yeah, if he's that stupid, he deserved it!" And one of those saying that would have been me. You know why? Because if I really were as stupid as I was looking by that point, I would deserve way, way worse. But as it turns out, I wasn't stupid at all, now was i?
And I was right: she experienced special consequences for lying to Clergy. (I've seen this kind of thing before.) Now, I don't mean to boast. For example, did you know, that one experiences "special consequences" for knowingly lying to credentialled law enforcement? Oh yeah. "Civilians" aren't allowed to do that, and even I have to have a good reason to do such a thing. "Yes, some jewish nuns came by earlier, but I happen to know jews can't be nuns, so I sent them away!" (I know no such thing but i can guarantee you, I'd be giving a gang of jewish nuns all kinds of study... I mean obviously another one of their Semitic language tricks, which I am always looking to learn more about, right?) Now, is that ever going to happen again? Well, frankly, no possible way.
She and I would argue because I could tell there was something inauthentic happening... AND SHE WAS LYING HER GODDAM ASS OFF FOR FIVE FUCKING YEARS. EVERY DAY. WITHOUT FAIL. LIES OF OMISSION. LIES OF SUSPICION. CONSTANT GNAWING AWAY AT HER SENSE OF SELF-IDENTITY, ALL WHILE BEING GANGSTALKED BY A SEPARATE AUTONOMOUSLY OPERATING PSYOP STRIKE TEAM WORKING TOGETHER WITH THE FUCK-0-RAMA THAT SHE, BY HER OWN ADMISSION, KNEW NOTHING ABOUT BECAUSE SHE TOTALLY HAD NEVER HEARD FO BELLGAB BEFORE.
So after a few years, come on, enough is enough, right? Except not for her, enough never meant enough, because I would just... not... ever.. accept her horseshit lies, you dig? Never ever. it got pretty bad. I mean, I guess no one had ever relentlessly called her on every-single-gaslighting ploy that came out of her freshly whorishly lying mouth, right? Because I guess most men she had been allowed to meet were more interested in maintaining their chances at sex than at maintaining their integrity. Meanwhile, picture this: I never lied to her even once, and didn't even bother running a backrground check or even asking Jesus if I should be doing this, I just went fully all in after about... an hour and three-quarters. I mean, why not, right?
Was someone else going to show up at my door and say, "Hi, I think you're really interesting?" Oh, hell no. That didn't happen until the day the house was sold to a Texas-based real estate conglomerate holding company that sent a pair of... Asians (look, no offense, but: standard Han Chinese. Hey, the realtor was half-Japanese though, and he was cool, and no one seemed to know who was responsible for giving The Dragonlord the contract for "helping me" get the fuck out, right? Like, to this day, I don't know who picked that guy to show to be useful. Do I care? No.) and some smarmy guy who had a white Gladiator and his name was "Mike" on day one and "wasn't" the next day... and I'm observing this happening and I'm thinking, "None of these people know what "special social class status" means, do they? They just think "Special Needs" is a tax dodge, huh?" Okay dis gonna be gud." And you know what? It has been, especially for me.
Now, obviously, I am in no hurry to "win back the heart of my lady love, I miss her so terribly." No, fuck that, she lied to the goddam police--not to Colombo with his smarmy questions, SHE LIED TO DISPATCH. Or... did she? was it code? Who the fuck knows! I haven't seen her since? Was that even her??? I have ZERO awareness. And you know what? That's fine with me.
Not because I have my house back, but that sure does help. Was she under coercive force? Under duress? Following a script? One big joke? On hallucinaogens? Brainwashed? I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA!!! And... it's an EMERGENCY worth keeping me ignorant, if I dare approach her personage or anyone she knows to ask questions, I WILL BE JAILED FOR A YEAR, WE HAVE HAD IT WITH YOUR QUESTIONS, NOSY HUNGARIAN SCUM, AND BECAUSE OF THE GREAT DANGER TO SOCIETY... YOU WILL HAVE YOUR CIVIL RIGHTS IGNORED AND YOUR CONNECTION TO REALITY SEVERED AND LEFT TO FESTER... UNTIL THE DAY AFTER YOUR BIRTHDAY. WE OBVIOUSLY DON'T WANT TO RUIN IT. AND THEN, ON THAT DAY... WE WILL, UH... OH, HE'S NOT THE RAPEY CREEPY ONE? HOW DO YOU KNOW? SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T TELL. OH, YOU WATCHED HIM FOR THE LAST FIVE MONTHS AND HE OPENLY MOCKED ALL YOUR UC/IC WITHOUT BEING TOO MUCH OF A DICK ABOUT IT WHILE THE ALLEGED VICTIM GOT BLASTED AND CONSORTED WITH PEOPLE SHE USED TO TELL HIM SHE NEEDED PROTECTION FROM? OKAY, BUT, DO YOU HAVE ANY -REAL- EVIDENCE? OH, YEAH, THEY'RE DOING HEROIN IN HIS LIVING ROOM, BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT YET UNTIL MONTHS LATER WHEN HE FINDS WHAT COULD JUST BE STAGED ANYWAY. COME ON. HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE SO SURE THAT THIS GUY HASN'T JUST BEEN DEVOTING HIS WHOLE LIFE TO HER FOR FIVE YEARS AS PART OF SOME KIND OF ELABORATE ANTI-LEO LONG CON? OH, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT SHE'S BEEN DOING WITH THE ADDED WRINKLES OF BEING VIOLENTLY PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, VERBALLY, AND SEXUALLY ABUSIVE AS WELL AS CONCEALING MULTIPLE SEX PARTNERS FROM HIM, WHILE HE JUST SAT AROUND PATIENTLY OBSERVING THIS BULLSHIT UNTIL ONE DAY... HE WAS ACTIVATED? ACTIVATED TO DO WHAT? HELP? HELP WHAT?
OH, SHE ASKED FOR HELP AND THEN SHE HAD TO CALL THE POLICE, HUH? THAT DOESN'T SOUNDS SO HELPFUL... OH, HE DIDN'T, UH? OH THAT IS HARD TO EXPLAIN. SO HE WOULD HAVE, BUT BECAUSE IT WAS POLICE... WAIT, DOES HE EVEN KNOW THAT WE'VE BEEN COPS THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME? OH, SHE SAID THAT SHE TOLD HIM? OKAY, WELL THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR US. CAN WE GET 13 GUYS TO THE HOUSE IN REAL UNIFORMS FOR CHRISTMAS? I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SOME GUYS IN ZOOT SUITS AND PJS LIKE LAST TIME, NO ONE FOUND THAT CREDIBLE DOWN AT THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN OYSTER BAR WHEN I WAS TELLING CHESTING PUFFING STORIES WITH MY HOMIES. LISTEN, IS 13 GUYS GOING TO BE ENOUGH? THIS GUY LOOKS LIKE HE MIGHT BE DUMB ENOUGH TO... HEH HEH "RESIST ARREST" HEHEHE. SO ANYWAY, HE DIDN'T KNOW WE ARE ALL COPS--HOW WOULD HE KNOW UNLESS SHE TOLD HIM, RIGHT? AND THEN HE SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY DIDN'T WANT TO GO ALONG WITH THE DEAL OF A LIFETIME: TEN YEARS IN PRISON AND NO MORE SEX FOREVER ALL FOR THE SAKE OF A WOMAN WHO IS FUCKING LIKE FIVE OTHER GUYS, DOING HELLA DRUGS WITHOUT HIM WHILE PRETENDING HE'S DOING EVEN MORE, AND ROUTINELY CALLS HIM A NIGGER. OH AND HER KIDS HATE HIM. ARE WE SURE HE DIDN'T JUST CIRCLE AROUND BACK AND BUY THE DRUGS LATER? OH, THAT'S THESE DRUGS WE'RE DOING RIGHT NOW? WELL, THIS IS PRETTY BAD DOPE, OBVIOUSLY NONE OF US LIKED HIM, BUT HE'S A WORTHLESS REPORBATE DRUG ADDICT, IT SAYS SO RIGHT HERE ON HIS LINKED IN PAGE. IT WAS DRUGS HE SHOULD HAVE JUST AUTOMATICALLY WALKED INTO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE AND SLIT HIS OWN JUGULAR FOR US, BECAUSE HE SAYS HE LOVES HER, WELL, WE'RE ALL COPS, HE SHOULD LOVE US ALL TOO. CAN WE JUST BOOK THIS GUY WITH A DRONE ALREADY?
No... actually, no, not this time, and here's why: I couldn't believe what I was witnessing, and I still to this day know there must have been something else going on. Because... I asked on serveral occasions. "Do you have a fucking handler or something? What the fuck are you doing?" And the answer was always, "oh no, I'm not a Fed. i'm not setting you up. I never went to Quantico." Et cetera. What is the truth? I really do not know. Except for one thing:
I also don't know what happened to the first girl, and when I started to notice actual -whole body and person- swaps, and not just 'slightly different personality facets," I mean shit like, "holy chao, that is not the same person, but... it is, wow," and instead of asking, I just simply... acted nonchalant.
I wonder if she thought I was stupid? Well, yes, she did, but did she think iwas just actually stupid, or did it occur to anyone that I was simply immune to glamour? Well, whatever. See, now... this is the kind of stuff that I am supposed to have long, long ago, given up, and moved on from, I'm never going to be with her again, NEVER! GIVE UP! GO AWAY!
BUTT OUT, JACK!! I mean, okay... but that seems abrupt. How do I know you're not abucting her so Mike Pence can de-gay her and then breed her? BUTT OUT JACK!! See, that doesn't answer--SHUT UP! JUST STOP THINKING ABOUT HER!!! Seriously I got to that point somehow. I forget when. But those words were spoken. Like the guy was doing me a favor. Like I just couldn't help myself. (Apparently sex addiction is a common occupational hazard for thuggy piggy spooks who spend 5 years not telling the truth to Clergy. Hey, what if I lied to the FBI? Oh, well then it would be a Congressional matter. Pfft.)
"Jack, listen... you're in the way, you're not helping anyone, and you're never going to be with her again. So you need to... STOP THINKING ABOUT GRAPEFRUIT!!!" Dude sounded frustrated. Infuriated. Livid. Out of control... but trying to keep that part, like, on the d-l. (Great job, too.) Like... he just couldn't figure out how I wasn't figuring it out... I was being given AN ORDER. And, uhm... okay, yeah, so? Hi, I'm Clergy. I outrank you.
And... why can't she just tell me herself? Well... okay, sure, the lasagna. That was a fated event. But how about... no phone call? "Hi Jack, I think your breath is really bad and I don't understand why you stopped brushing your teeth after I started sucking some other guy's dick and didn't tell you the truth." Yeah, me neither, but I think it might have had something to do with me wondering just how much denial you can generate before meltdown critical mass. (About ten months, for the record.) Also, sex was never the draw for me. And, it wasn't for her, either... until some douchebag hooked her up with drugs while I wasn't around. Gee, I wonder why I wasn't invited.
So, even if I really do never "get involved with Grapefruit again," and that's a distinct possibility... uhm, I'm not jealous. I'm not demanding that she stop anything, other than expecting me to enable her lies. Like, who did she think she was fooling? Exactly no one. She was being groomed by a team of fuckheads who co-ordinatted their efforts to squeeze me out, use her in every way they could, and typically, well... I think a guy is supposed to do something about that, right?
Well, I did something about it. It's called, "suffer the consequences." It's an old favorite from an old friend, and I have no reason to be mad at her for what happened, no matter what happened. What do I hav eto be mad at? I was right and she proved it. I don't need to have sex with her, and I don't need to be exclusive with her, and I can love her just fine (chlidren too!) without having sex at all, not just with her. This has confused the former cheer captain. Because... well, if she never loved me at all, why is she getting free rent? Well, that's just the thing-- SHE IS NOT.
My housing situation was never meant to be what it is now. Becuase now it is EXACTLY what I had up in Seattle... except without a cracked foundation and being in the middle of Seattle. I'm in the middle of The Valley of The Six Rivers. I live in a fishbowl. And absolutely everyone around here, has heard of me... but doesn't know jack or shit about why I am still here. Shouldn't I be... you know, moving on?
Well.. to where? The last time I saw the only woman I ever really loved: here. The last time I saw an Archangel: here. The last time I moved every thing I owned: was to here, 9 months ago, and I wouln'dt wanna move again so soon anyway. I just got here. Why do I have to move? What makes her so fucking special?
Well... she is that pretty, but it can't be that. Anyway, I am perfectly happy to wait until after trial. But supposedly, she is so ready to move on that she needs to both, not tell me in person, or through a letter, but she's gotta tell some thuggy bully to call me up and tell me how he knows what I need to do better than I do--unlikely, but let's run with the idea, and he knows that not only is it not enough to just not be within 500 ft of her... I ALSO need to stop thinking about her. AT LEAST. obviously it would be great (for them) if I were to "cheat" on her, but... technically i'm cheating by waiting until later, because that's not for her benefit. That's for mine. Also, the matter of... the blood test.
Yes, i am supposed to forget all about her, then find a new lover, then fuck them as soon as possible--I mean they don't have all day, right? but whatever, they just need to be able to say, "Jack doens't love you, see here's all these photos from a PI that shows him totally walking with another woman into a building together... and they're almost close enough to perhaps jostle one another while carrying objects. Look! Here he is opening the door for her! (I'm polite.) You know what that means.... don't you? (It means absolutely nothing but it would make her insanely jealous anyway BECAUSE THIS WOMAN IS MENTALLY DISABLED AND ROUTINELY SUBJECTED TO THUGGISH MANIPULATION ACCOMPANIED BY HIGHLY SOPHISTICATED AND SPECIFICALLY TARGETED FORMULA BASED ON SET, CIRCUMSTANCE, AND SETTING, AND by the way, Audience, i've already been scoped twice. And by "scoped" I mean, "doesed unknowingly with what had to have been scopoloamine," because all I remember was coming to my sneses and hvaing no idea what had just happened for about the last twenty minutes. ALSO, on like or second or third date, they happened to have a bush that produces leaves and such that could, it just so happened, be sued to extract/synthesize scopolamine. She didn't actually say she was gonna do that, of course.
But how hard could it be? Gauchos in Colombia do it to tourists for sport. My mother and I went and saw The Serpent And The Rainbow on opening day, and we liked it so much (as well as didn't understand it all) that we watched it twice. Together. Me and my mom. So yeah, I was happy to see what being scoped felt like.
Now after all that... is it any wonder that I am not having sex all the damn time? Holy Jesus shitballs. And so... really? My penis is small, huh? We're laughing at that? Oh, well... okay... look, this is getting pretty fucking complicated for just being my own personal recollections, right?
I mean, do I have a single fucking fact that can back any of this up? Well... do I fucking need to?
Because I'm not the one engaged in this weird power struggle, and I don't have to enable any of it any longer than I so choose. Because this is not EMERGENCY LIVES ARE AT STAKE, this is "omg I'm so embarrassed, is there anyway we can make him into a patsy? well fucking TRY GODDAMMIT MY KIDS ARE GOING TO FIND OUT AND THEN THEY WILL NEVER RESPECT ME AGAIN." (Trust me, Fam--your kids already don't respect you, and you know why? because y'all are being mean to me and no one is exactly sure why, certainly not me.) Also, speaking of embarrassed... I am mortified that all this that i am writing is going into The Court record (trust me: teams are watching me write, I do after all type so goddam fast it's impossible to keep up, qq, so sad, sorry) on the day after Hunter Biden should be A1A prime news, right? I mean, maybe I am just a spotlight hog? I mean, pig? Am I spotlight pig?
I'll let her be the judge and I'll remind you that you are not under oath. Now... is ANYONE not -COMPLETELY- aware, that my penis is simply too large for this broad? Seriously. She's got hip problems, she's just built in a petite form anyway, she's like fucking Melanie from Gone With The Wind--the babies they hypnotized her into believing are "hers," could have been full on implants and were taken out through a marsupial pouch. Now, I'm not saying they aren't related--they all share the same character and flavor of -relentless- self-absorption, but... look, I'll put it this way: it's none of my business, not my kids, not my decisions, and not my interest... AT ALL, and the matter is ENTIRELY up to ladyjudge anyway. Her Word Here Is Law.
I'm sure Grapefruit loves that. Nevertheless, she called the fucking police, that means, you get the fucking police. Now, for my own part, I find this all -relentlessly- fascinating. I'm a fifty year old man. I am a Virgo Rising. I am watching a psychodrama play out that would have been Hector the green apple quickstep and I am largely unmoved by it all. I did not want to spent a year exploring the finer points of The Julian Assange Experience, however, at least I am not being physically beaten and assaulted and lied to by a selfish self-absorbed, pathological liar and totesnarcisistic douchebag, right? Or at least if I am, this one can at least get better dope... for her and her "partners," that is.
You could have knocked me over with a feather and packed my up like Han Solo in carbonite, the day I found out... not only did she have multiple stash bags that she -clearly- was frontin' like she didn't want to share with me, but also... what she was keeping for herself, was waaaaaaaaaay better.
And this was stuff I didn't pick as my favorite anyway. I would have prefered... hey, let's smoke some weed? No? Oh, right, it makes it harder to conceal information during conversation. (Imagine the pillow talk? This WAS the pillow talk.) Anyway, point being was that it became apparent that while she had described herself as something of an innocent when we first met, well, number one, that person, I haven't seen in MONTHS (don't ask), and this person I'm describing here, while still 'the same person," clearly not quite as honest as one would expect a person to be. Or whatever. Wow, I bet she's going to love reading this. Does this count as "stop thinking about her," Spooky Thuggy Dude? Well, too fucking bad, why don't you come to MY house and be persuasive? Anyway, too long, didn't read... except, yeah you did, you all fucking love this story, and the reason why I get to tell it like this is very simple:
#1) There is legal precedent that allows me to do so, because the longer a liar is allowed to lie to themselves, and thereby the whole world with them, they more they damage not only everyone around them, but also themselves. And so in this case, in my best discernment, it is my civic and moral duty to lay out exactly what the truth was and will be, as I see it... so that she can read it and realize just how badly her "friends" and her family and The Family (not gonna lie, not a member but I do love a good omelette, let's break some fuckin' eggs, mother fuckers, and do you know why those eggs are in my fridge? to find out how long it would take you to mouth off about how I wasn't using them. FOR REAL.) have been totally mishandling her this whole time.
I am not seeking contact. I am making "indirect" contact at best. I'm not even doing that. I'm describing myself. If I were mailing this to people and trying to drum up attention, perhaps a point could be made. In this case, well, let's put it this way: I have considered the ramifications of this situation before.
So the days when I am pretending to be afraid of her knives (respect is not fear) or wracked with guilty emotional pain because I was too afraid to sing The Grapefruit Song (I was too afraid I'd accidentally say my daughter's fruit name instead of Grape, awkward) are liable to come again, because for any of this to be a struggle for me is too farcical a notion to be believed. Did I mention? When she found out that I really was intelligent, she became upset... as the plan has always been for Her People to take the land from conquerors. I am doing the same.
She just didn't realize that I really am on her side. I don't really care. She's a woman struggling with a legendary case of PTSD. She barely knows how to function when she isn't in love. Now that she's met me and knows what she's been missing? Oh, of course her "friends" have loaded her up with dope. Okay, great, not having to lie about that shuld probably help. Now, about the whole thing where I am the p
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No, it's not like that, it's more like, I know that you're 4-5 people and I don't care to name them all off, explain how I know, nor reveal you to be a gestalt forum presence, especially when it's done for reasons of personal security, which, in your case, is totes called for.
Circus freak? Gestalt performing acrobatic troupe?
Just a bum thumbing a ride on the Road to Nowhere.
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Circus freak?
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Gestalt performing acrobatic troupe?
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Just a bum thumbing a ride on the Road to Nowhere.
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Dear bitch bass bottom bitch bitch she's facey bitch;
This is a message for your bottom bitch, sorry I forget the address, but that's okay, I don't think I need one. At any event tell bottom bitch that little bitch can ask any questions that it wants to but they got to write them down and then pass it to one of my wives who was going to be at my house directly, and then had to take a detour nowhere near Albuquerque you know what I'm saying?
Yeah I doubt it cuz you're a whore and you're not a bottom bitch or a bitch wait maybe you are a bitch I don't know at this point but in any event you're just the messenger motherfucker and don't ask me to ask your dad—because he's your fucking King not mine you can skip the receiving line and I can't so fuck off I'm not staying in line for the likes of you!!
I've got to go I've got actual important work to do. Let me guess you want to know what that's like don't you, well maybe later.
Oh yeah that reminds me so I can be at all caps because it's not that important quantum singularity located no you can't have it all my wives who should appear while I was gone are going to be dead in 7 minutes unless they leave the facility and if they're already dead that's fine they can haunt me as much as they want I happen to love ghosts of Ex-Wives or even wives or even not pitchwives. In any event, la deserada at nauseam, anybody who would like to be my wife and hasn't been able to be in a position to ask for a bit might want to check in by come on on over your free access and just stay out of the house until I get home or until 3 hours have gone by whichever comes first you can hang out in the garage and if you want to go upstairs and hang by your ankles that's fine too actually the entire property is that your disposal future wife but or wives whichever works different planes reality but the main thing is the house is going to be filled with toxic gas for the next three hours so you might want to not be inside or come inside I expectedly if you're planning on being a living wife too a living sorcerer who is a badass by the way—I don't know if any of you have heard, especially those of you underneath a little bitch, but I'm kind of a big deal now—confirmed. (Except in Hawaii Alaska Arkansas and little bitch little shot Island. Orcas is cool thou.
I know this seems like more information than anyone would possibly need to have, but as I don't know who these wives or potential wives or past wives or former wives actually are, nor am I allowed to know that, I kinda gotta cover all the bases; and while that may seem like a horrendously wasteful expenditure of effort and molecules and electrons, it's actually quite important even though the decision is already been made because the... What the fuck is their name now not the original no the whatever whatever the decider is no not the whatever whoever is deciding has already decided but she still has to have the ability and the right to have people to choose from otherwise a decision doesn't mean as much to her and she won't have nearly as many DNA samples to put in a trophy case.
( Hey David would you like to know what I'm talking about, yeah me too, what's that like ;-) I'll give you hint though it starts with exopolitical diplomacy, and ends with you still not doing anything about it, you don't get to jump the line, and that's not me talking, David you know I love you you know I always love you I would love to let you jump the line all you wanted except that's not my ability to give you and if you thought you were going to use me to get somewhere in life well... clearly you fucking well have haven't you?
Mind the poison gas, it works extra fast on people without a soul, don't worry I'll resurrect you later. Yeah you and I are more friends than me and that other guy that's for sure I am a friend to all but I'm not a friend to that piece of shit date fucker, that is for go5-damn sure, and you can take that to the bank TODAY.)
Unglaublich. Baby, I know that you don't need me to show off for you, but believe me, I fucking love it, anyway this is what happens when certain people make certain requests that take certain amount of time to actually go through and then the next request is to skip the line, now you see what happens okay I didn't fix it but it's all right I just like I said I kind of like to show off sometimes.
Meanwhile I have to resurrect you seconds so you'll have to wait or else you can go use the one down at the Porta party potty across the street. Yes I know you hate it yes and I know that your shoes will get messed up yes and I know that I don't buy shoes on Sunday so make your choice it'll be fine either way. No I don't think the rapist is named david, but if you want to beat the shit out of him to check go you're welcome to it I don't care he's not my problem it's not my area! Beating the shit out of people who's never been in my area... Not even at Chess.)
Dear Bellgab, yeah this is Jacque, any questions? Yeah I just bet you do, well write them down, I'll get to you later. Absolutely nothing has changed except within your own mind(s), Punylings. By the way cool idea with the lynchings but please stop now thanks bye, you know somebody has to embalm all those people, this is no way to stimulate the economy, unless you're in Texas.
What's the opposite of economy anyway, cuz that's what they have in Texas, some kind of hidden Hand thing I think, wow I could do the hell of a fucking show on that right now but that's not what I'm here for and I got to go.
And by that I mean; you're boring and I'm leaving.
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Circus freak?
Cirque du so eccentric.
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I'm switching teams. Here's your new copy, for what I assume will be your own new lawnsign, I can't give you everything... otherwise you're going to go soft! (Let's agree to look past the fact that one of the two of you is pretty soft already.)
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And by that I mean; you're boring and I'm leaving.
I'm such a fucking liar.
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Circus freak? Gestalt performing acrobatic troupe?
A monkey with jive asses.
Just a bum thumbing a ride on the Road to Nowhere.
Jesus red could you ever get a little bit more roast?
First of all the vagueness is perhaps a little bit disingenuous and uncalled for for example who the hell else is here who else is talking?
Additionally just a bum so that's five ass monkey without the jive or just a bump it's so diminishing.
So essentially just emptiness and kind of vague kind of lackadaisical insults and then nothing else well I imagine if that was inaccurate at all it would be devastating but there's something fairly unusual happening: I've accomplished my goal.
I kept the house I give the money I kept my integrity I kept my sanity and I kept my twin flame counterpart. I have no idea who or where she is, but that's fine I don't actually need to know any of that stuff it's not really about identity and it's certainly not about getting known or getting even.
Well just for some people, I suppose it is. However I'm not exactly sure who's getting even with whom, because whoever that grapefruit is she's one of the Clayton ETS, and then no idea what kind of a person would put up with what's his nuts and be gay for and ET and then still be ultra piston not talk to me like what are we put her pissed about is it that is it that I get to do things that she doesn't then I'm not rescuing her cuz why would I do that I mean not exactly sure.
I'm pretty damn sure the actual fleshy nigger dragon lord is not an Alex actual outfitro Conan because he wasn't allowed to come back and then I'm sure there's space Justice out there for a lizard King who possesses homeless guys and rapes women but that's not anything my area we're talking about this planet.
And on this planet I honestly don't know if he's ever done it or not because he actually feels really bad, because he lost his soul and there's a double drive in his head with wings and then at one point he had a girl and then I had a girl and then he needed he needed two girls and then and then I didn't know that he had two girls or eight or nine and then I went to go examine choice number two and then he flipped out and then announced that that Jackstar wasn't allowed to have any women at all.
Okay now this is some egregious levels of hate, and I'm quite confused because it seems like he's gotten everything that he's ever possibly thought he needed to get from me, he went back in time and and poached some dim bulb drug addict who thought that she needed a beard and then could there ever been a better prepared guy than rupini for that fucking woman so I no idea how long she's been totally mind control but that's okay cuz we're talking about a woman who tried to execute the most heinous revenge plan I've ever imagined my entire life and thank God that never came to pass, and then what do they do I mean besides Ruby again besides this shit what do they actually do? Like in mockingbird like how is it set up what's the structure like I can see how the power is engaging and now she's got her supposed flame partner yeah okay one of them wants the starship he thinks he's going to leave he's not fucking leaving the other one is clearly lost his fucking shit because what is he gaining out of stopping all progress here and hanging around with two lunatics and a ET without a ship I can see is he going to be king of the night is he going to be vindicated for hanging out with a rapist or is he going to be vindicated for being erroneously called a rapist before he was convicted to trial and like doesn't matter if he's convicted I mean he sent a woman who didn't love me that he was married to to me to pretend to like me and then she waste the whole shitload of time while I observed her not doing one fucking good thing for just about anybody except for learn how to live with a condition that she didn't have to fucking deal with I mean walk with the cage sure okay oh cuz you think you're not well anyway this huge amount of facade weaving so that they could be in a position where they would be able to claim free rent and then when they had that then they ignored me and mocked me and then pissed me off the extent that I threw their asses out in the street and then I don't know what the hell they did from that point and I don't really care so I got the house and I got rid of a bunch of freeloaders and I settled some dude with with two women he didn't even care about and then I don't have one but he can't possibly let me have anything because is it bad for the human genome for me to get cuddles is it something that I need to learn how to do by myself is it that they're mad that I disabled the ability to leave the universe or what like are they upset that I actually have power they can't comprehend or or they just mad that I'm smarter than they are prettier than they are and still have my soul and don't give a shit about a pair of fucking they did what?
Like how many houses do they have where do they live what do they do is it a struggle is it fun did he get all did he buy her a house is there money there is there is there any reason to get money is there any competition is it a desire for anybody to talk about anything useful you've got the completion of The Great Work First Contact and where's MV and is he still a Vampyr?
Now let me be clear here I don't have to pay attention to any of this stuff, however it is notable that whoever is in charge of synthesizing the news for everybody is missing out on the good shit that could could be handled and then if that's all it's happening and then it's all censored then what is there to talk about other than the smell of your own farts the criminal state of that family's children they're turned opinion of Jackstar I mean apparently they're not allowed to talk to me because I'm not allowed to talk to them now how come that who is the person who who's in charge of this and then I should we talk about David Levitt and I don't really want to talk about David (love it) because that seems like a incorrect thing to do with our time given that this is all a frame job the entire thing.
For example, it continues to be assumed by all who even come remotely close to getting close to me that I'm desperately in need of a woman so that I can be not alone and I can have sex, that's not true I'm desperate need of a woman so that I can use her to shield me from all the other women.
I don't know which one of it is who complains about only dates of affluent men and brush the teeth and exercise and get things off my chest and okay so these incredibly shallow people need to understand something I'm looking for one particular circumstance, and if this house was clean and lovely smelling and I had you know thin mints by the bed and everything was ready to go and there's you have the nicest perfect little down pillows and you can finally whatever like if that could if that could have happened already fucking it would have happened already because I am quite vulnerable, and the advantage to having a house that looks like a stye but really isn't is that shallow ignorant materials oriented insensitive numb fridge-tastic arrogance hollow empty trouser weasels would avoid.
The effect that sex addiction has on every human relationship let alone just the romantic ones is really just vile I mean I making it clear there's something I'm looking for and then I've also made it clear somebody tried to steal my first born child by way of my semen without telling me what they were going to do, that was their plan to lie to me take my semen without $4 you can send impregnate themselves immediately dump me and then hook up publicly with some other guy so as in order to embarrass me this was somebody's plan.
This is what they thought was a good way to spend their time.
Now that didn't happen, obviously but consider why didn't it happen? Well it didn't happen because I fucking put a stop that fucking shit, but it also didn't happen because it's like a complete abomination what kind of a fucking satanic hellspawn would fucking think oh that's a good idea he wakes up this morning and he's like oh my God oh my God not since before like he fucking met her right now when I feed all this out I was wondering what who the hell who the hell would do this and I recognized eventually that a really pissed off time traveler right because that that woman then you're all are looking at and stuff that's not that's not that's not my favorite that's a really arrogant cunt you think she's all that in a bag of chips and I'm sure she is but when it comes to me want to spend time with her I mean I'd love to talk about something useful I'd like to mention what my experience was this person has it fucking talk to me at all she's talked at me doesn't even know who I am she's been given fucking Kaleidoscope of data and all she knows is ramen like fuck where have you been what the fuck is going on I mean for one thing I like conversation for another I've actually fucked that woman like she's she's raped me three times okay I went to sleep I suddenly find myself awake with a monstrous erection which is exactly what happens when somebody put some chemical on your lips I'm asleep I'm awake there's a woman to clamber on top of me trust me it's not grapefruit it's it's grapefruit and it's slightly different grapefruit it's it's her having come back in time so that she finally scratch that fucking it cuz she's like oh my god well I mean imagine that a person who really just fucking blew the fuck up one of the best things you've ever seen in your life she just didn't know it what was the reasoning behind doing it that way oh yeah that's right it was a plan that you came up with after you went off with a bunch of dudes from your Lodge and they introduced you to the wonderful world of inhaling powders, and that's all because you sure she weren't like that before and then when I saw you again boy were you sure goal oriented.
And you sure shouldn't weren't the woman that I instantly fell in love with when I first are apparently someone was incredibly discomforted by that well yeah I was uncomfortable too I didn't know what to do and you had been told that I was you know awful was my hygiene bad was I was I was I was that oh so it was just it was just that you were embarrassed because you liked me and you didn't like being embarrassed because oh really well wow that's just like The human experience now now somehow that went into you getting convinced to do what how is it supposed to go with the closet like I wondered like what the name of God could have happened to make that house get so fucking trash, well now that I find out what the fucking plan that somebody thought was going to happen was I thank my lucky Christ stars that I had nothing to do with that.
That reminds me lucky Christ is not that nice of a guy. Not really at all and then I don't know what you told him and I don't know what you did and I don't recall anybody mentioning to me something that's painfully obvious now which was that you honestly did feel really hurt and then I'm not surprised because you were really hurt by the fucking gang of fucking idiot thugs that you're hanging around with you were getting dosed or getting raped you getting treated like royalty but you're getting fucking used and the entire plan was to have you create a edifice evil thinking you were all that and then you were going to give birth to a Satan child and then get fucking traffic Dubai because let's face it your original body was remarkably hot and the one you got now is I don't know who because you're not the same person exactly and then you become so twisted and warped from your belief that I caused you a problem when I did not that you just don't even know if your ass from your elbow okay for one thing you spent five fucking years five fucking years not talking to me she wish she mentally mind wiped ready or is it just like you both thought it was so fucking stupid that it was a whole bunch of fun to go back and forth and then like are you aware that fucking rubini is like holding the candle to you even know?
Let me explain you thought I was here to seduce you or to get closure or to save you or no no nothing of the kind the reason why I was here is because the fucking woman who said she was my goddamn fucking helpmate didn't fucking help me at all, because the thing to do to fucking help me was tell me what the fuck was going on, and apparently that was impossible to do or else she thought that it would be a bad idea for me to know what the deal was now that I know what the deal is I am not at all bothered I think it's fucking hilarious that only rupini would have you well gee yeah I guess you do have herpes don't you do you have do you have HIV too cuz if you have HIV I don't know about that but I do remember that fucking JPEG that photo taken by that individual who didn't think much of me well you know I didn't think much of him either but I didn't know why he was so pissy until I realized that well he's got territorial envy and then he doesn't know that I've been lied to and then he also doesn't know that I've been surgically mutilated and then he doesn't realize that the world he's on it's not what he thinks it is and then he didn't understand the problem at all it's not that I didn't want him to call you gorgeous no you are gorgeous you were gorgeous and it wasn't that I objected to you getting texts from men that said you were gorgeous no honey I love you getting texts from men to say you're gorgeous I love you getting texts from women this year gorgeous I never understood the possibility that you thought I didn't know that you had your tendencies because I knew you were a MK ultra covert Mill spec acid when I fucking saw the fucking date on the goddamn first post like oh six years prior while you're ready and then all the sudden poor Mom oh wow okay so this is textbook in addition to that you also somehow were a clone copy you are an echo of the first girl I ever loved fell in love with but that didn't mean that she had to have been the very super duper one right because the reason why nothing happened after what happened happened is that I didn't want to be put in a position where I had to explain to anybody what I fucking knew that you did because while I thought it was vile I did not want to be the person to tell the world what a fucking horseback shit hole shithead you fucking are or were I don't know who fucking told you that was a good idea but here's the deal as you wanted to fuck somebody but it wasn't me, it was the guy who dosed it with my control chemicals and then I explained to you how the koozie Advantage works and then you completely ignored that which means you're not even her anymore you utterly discounted the existence of something extraordinary okay so that's probably not you as well now there's a number of things can happen from this point okay I can go on a regular date and I think I'll be okay since I'm loaded and don't have any fucking baggage so I think I'll probably have it the ability to get a girlfriend and then I still think of you, and the reason why is because wow you really did love me didn't you because you thought you were going to get what you wanted and I was going to go along with it what the problem is is it you didn't ask me yet you just imagined that I was going to go along with it and then you never actually did because before that happened you did something else and then I don't know what exactly but let me tell you what I would be happy to go to a counselor or a psychiatrist or a fucking test with you before any of these fucking fools because you clearly don't remember what fucking happened you obviously don't remember what happened what happened was you had drugs you didn't share them you attempted to get me to be compromised and the way that you did that was by not speaking aloud or by writing it down you tried to use your fucking mental telepathy to fucking get me to fucking jump on your body as if that was okay, like I could fucking hear you, and I thought to myself does this woman know that I've read a lot of books I know you you were not that brilliant you thought, but actually you were brilliant you were just wasting your intellect on I don't know what because somebody explain to you that it was bad for you to feel the way you felt about me when you could tell that I felt about you, this is Storybook romance love just not known and then because of peer pressure after being taken from another continent where there's a whole bunch of women there compared to the men and then come here whole bunch of Bank pair of woman and I don't know if you knew this but you were and still are the I never ever thought anybody was more beautiful than you until grapefruit and then that lasted for a little while until your image was taken away and I don't know how it happened but what I meant here's why because you've been programmed to fucking not like cock okay so you you read a pamphlet and take a different kind of drug than usually take and that's not that fucking hard if you're just just invested in always having box for the rest of your life that would have been fine with me because just like before if you had told me what you wanted me to lie to your mother for and what you wanted to do to Catholic what the fuck for I mean yeah infamous but necessary and then if you would told me that you wanted to just that I would have fucking you know what I would have fucking just donated you the sperm in a cup and then you can fucking squeeze it up there and you have fucking free fucking baby but I'll tell you what lady you never would have gotten my fucking money ever did you get it now no would you got it then fuck you no you wouldn't have cuz I'm smart I would have thought I would have figured out a way to keep you from scoring on that fucking ridiculous agenda which let me let me wait you're going to you going to seduce a 15 year old while you're 16 okay fine and then you were going to you were going to have sex with me and get pregnant which is a very magical thing that a woman can do when she's been trained by fucking people who know that yourself knocked up by having sex with me one time and then I would go to sleep and I'd wake up the next day and you would be fucking the king of prom right because yeah he always he's handsome and stuff he was a who is wrestler okay and you working crocheting like he's animated he's going to do things much fun certain things work not so much in the convenient time but I don't know how the hell I ever forgot about you you're such a delight and now that I know certain things I would have been thinking about that every morning wondering wow that really happened wow because you you did what you fucking you didn't tell me why you dumped me and then the reason why you dumped me is because the guy you told to hire a whore for me to see if I would have sex with a whore I told you that I did and you lied to you about it and then you never checked with me you just believe the guy did I actually happen and then then you dummy and then what do you remember because earlier I remember you saying that I dumped you because you were gay no I I did not dump you because you're gay unbelievable, like that is not the way people behave now if you look at the secret language birthdays you born in the day the hellraiser and oh yeah that was a fucking good time and if you had done it appropriately that would have been that would have been pretty funny I guess because shit what the hell did Kathy do to him she just wouldn't give it up oh well fuck you don't fucking like them fucking virgins do you want to have it now well you know if you would actually liked me it would have been a rather different thing because you do actually like me you just don't actually know who the fuck I am you don't know how to get a hold of me you don't have to talk to me you don't know where to find me you don't know how to approach me you don't know what to do with me fucking grateful have the same damn problem there was a woman that lovely lady who I'm going to look up let me tell you what and she said that she doesn't know what to do with me.
Just a bum thumbing a ride on the Road to Nowhere.
I was asked to be here. I was not asked to fully proofread—I basically just do that for future historians. I imagine they'll be here in a minute.
Hide your kids, hide your wife.
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A monkey with jive asses.
Jesus red could you ever get a little bit more roast?
First of all the vagueness is perhaps a little bit disingenuous and uncalled for for example who the hell else is here who else is talking?
Additionally just a bum so that's five ass monkey without the jive or just a bump it's so diminishing.
So essentially just emptiness and kind of vague kind of lackadaisical insults and then nothing else well I imagine if that was inaccurate at all it would be devastating but there's something fairly unusual happening: I've accomplished my goal.
I kept the house I give the money I kept my integrity I kept my sanity and I kept my twin flame counterpart. I have no idea who or where she is, but that's fine I don't actually need to know any of that stuff it's not really about identity and it's certainly not about getting known or getting even.
Well just for some people, I suppose it is. However I'm not exactly sure who's getting even with whom, because whoever that grapefruit is she's one of the Clayton ETS, and then no idea what kind of a person would put up with what's his nuts and be gay for and ET and then still be ultra piston not talk to me like what are we put her pissed about is it that is it that I get to do things that she doesn't then I'm not rescuing her cuz why would I do that I mean not exactly sure.
I'm pretty damn sure the actual fleshy nigger dragon lord is not an Alex actual outfitro Conan because he wasn't allowed to come back and then I'm sure there's space Justice out there for a lizard King who possesses homeless guys and rapes women but that's not anything my area we're talking about this planet.
And on this planet I honestly don't know if he's ever done it or not because he actually feels really bad, because he lost his soul and there's a double drive in his head with wings and then at one point he had a girl and then I had a girl and then he needed he needed two girls and then and then I didn't know that he had two girls or eight or nine and then I went to go examine choice number two and then he flipped out and then announced that that Jackstar wasn't allowed to have any women at all.
Okay now this is some egregious levels of hate, and I'm quite confused because it seems like he's gotten everything that he's ever possibly thought he needed to get from me, he went back in time and and poached some dim bulb drug addict who thought that she needed a beard and then could there ever been a better prepared guy than rupini for that fucking woman so I no idea how long she's been totally mind control but that's okay cuz we're talking about a woman who tried to execute the most heinous revenge plan I've ever imagined my entire life and thank God that never came to pass, and then what do they do I mean besides Ruby again besides this shit what do they actually do? Like in mockingbird like how is it set up what's the structure like I can see how the power is engaging and now she's got her supposed flame partner yeah okay one of them wants the starship he thinks he's going to leave he's not fucking leaving the other one is clearly lost his fucking shit because what is he gaining out of stopping all progress here and hanging around with two lunatics and a ET without a ship I can see is he going to be king of the night is he going to be vindicated for hanging out with a rapist or is he going to be vindicated for being erroneously called a rapist before he was convicted to trial and like doesn't matter if he's convicted I mean he sent a woman who didn't love me that he was married to to me to pretend to like me and then she waste the whole shitload of time while I observed her not doing one fucking good thing for just about anybody except for learn how to live with a condition that she didn't have to fucking deal with I mean walk with the cage sure okay oh cuz you think you're not well anyway this huge amount of facade weaving so that they could be in a position where they would be able to claim free rent and then when they had that then they ignored me and mocked me and then pissed me off the extent that I threw their asses out in the street and then I don't know what the hell they did from that point and I don't really care so I got the house and I got rid of a bunch of freeloaders and I settled some dude with with two women he didn't even care about and then I don't have one but he can't possibly let me have anything because is it bad for the human genome for me to get cuddles is it something that I need to learn how to do by myself is it that they're mad that I disabled the ability to leave the universe or what like are they upset that I actually have power they can't comprehend or or they just mad that I'm smarter than they are prettier than they are and still have my soul and don't give a shit about a pair of fucking they did what?
Like how many houses do they have where do they live what do they do is it a struggle is it fun did he get all did he buy her a house is there money there is there is there any reason to get money is there any competition is it a desire for anybody to talk about anything useful you've got the completion of The Great Work First Contact and where's MV and is he still a Vampyr?
Now let me be clear here I don't have to pay attention to any of this stuff, however it is notable that whoever is in charge of synthesizing the news for everybody is missing out on the good shit that could could be handled and then if that's all it's happening and then it's all censored then what is there to talk about other than the smell of your own farts the criminal state of that family's children they're turned opinion of Jackstar I mean apparently they're not allowed to talk to me because I'm not allowed to talk to them now how come that who is the person who who's in charge of this and then I should we talk about David Levitt and I don't really want to talk about David (love it) because that seems like a incorrect thing to do with our time given that this is all a frame job the entire thing.
For example, it continues to be assumed by all who even come remotely close to getting close to me that I'm desperately in need of a woman so that I can be not alone and I can have sex, that's not true I'm desperate need of a woman so that I can use her to shield me from all the other women.
I don't know which one of it is who complains about only dates of affluent men and brush the teeth and exercise and get things off my chest and okay so these incredibly shallow people need to understand something I'm looking for one particular circumstance, and if this house was clean and lovely smelling and I had you know thin mints by the bed and everything was ready to go and there's you have the nicest perfect little down pillows and you can finally whatever like if that could if that could have happened already fucking it would have happened already because I am quite vulnerable, and the advantage to having a house that looks like a stye but really isn't is that shallow ignorant materials oriented insensitive numb fridge-tastic arrogance hollow empty trouser weasels would avoid.
The effect that sex addiction has on every human relationship let alone just the romantic ones is really just vile I mean I making it clear there's something I'm looking for and then I've also made it clear somebody tried to steal my first born child by way of my semen without telling me what they were going to do, that was their plan to lie to me take my semen without $4 you can send impregnate themselves immediately dump me and then hook up publicly with some other guy so as in order to embarrass me this was somebody's plan.
This is what they thought was a good way to spend their time.
Now that didn't happen, obviously but consider why didn't it happen? Well it didn't happen because I fucking put a stop that fucking shit, but it also didn't happen because it's like a complete abomination what kind of a fucking satanic hellspawn would fucking think oh that's a good idea he wakes up this morning and he's like oh my God oh my God not since before like he fucking met her right now when I feed all this out I was wondering what who the hell who the hell would do this and I recognized eventually that a really pissed off time traveler right because that that woman then you're all are looking at and stuff that's not that's not that's not my favorite that's a really arrogant cunt you think she's all that in a bag of chips and I'm sure she is but when it comes to me want to spend time with her I mean I'd love to talk about something useful I'd like to mention what my experience was this person has it fucking talk to me at all she's talked at me doesn't even know who I am she's been given fucking Kaleidoscope of data and all she knows is ramen like fuck where have you been what the fuck is going on I mean for one thing I like conversation for another I've actually fucked that woman like she's she's raped me three times okay I went to sleep I suddenly find myself awake with a monstrous erection which is exactly what happens when somebody put some chemical on your lips I'm asleep I'm awake there's a woman to clamber on top of me trust me it's not grapefruit it's it's grapefruit and it's slightly different grapefruit it's it's her having come back in time so that she finally scratch that fucking it cuz she's like oh my god well I mean imagine that a person who really just fucking blew the fuck up one of the best things you've ever seen in your life she just didn't know it what was the reasoning behind doing it that way oh yeah that's right it was a plan that you came up with after you went off with a bunch of dudes from your Lodge and they introduced you to the wonderful world of inhaling powders, and that's all because you sure she weren't like that before and then when I saw you again boy were you sure goal oriented.
And you sure shouldn't weren't the woman that I instantly fell in love with when I first are apparently someone was incredibly discomforted by that well yeah I was uncomfortable too I didn't know what to do and you had been told that I was you know awful was my hygiene bad was I was I was I was that oh so it was just it was just that you were embarrassed because you liked me and you didn't like being embarrassed because oh really well wow that's just like The human experience now now somehow that went into you getting convinced to do what how is it supposed to go with the closet like I wondered like what the name of God could have happened to make that house get so fucking trash, well now that I find out what the fucking plan that somebody thought was going to happen was I thank my lucky Christ stars that I had nothing to do with that.
That reminds me lucky Christ is not that nice of a guy. Not really at all and then I don't know what you told him and I don't know what you did and I don't recall anybody mentioning to me something that's painfully obvious now which was that you honestly did feel really hurt and then I'm not surprised because you were really hurt by the fucking gang of fucking idiot thugs that you're hanging around with you were getting dosed or getting raped you getting treated like royalty but you're getting fucking used and the entire plan was to have you create a edifice evil thinking you were all that and then you were going to give birth to a Satan child and then get fucking traffic Dubai because let's face it your original body was remarkably hot and the one you got now is I don't know who because you're not the same person exactly and then you become so twisted and warped from your belief that I caused you a problem when I did not that you just don't even know if your ass from your elbow okay for one thing you spent five fucking years five fucking years not talking to me she wish she mentally mind wiped ready or is it just like you both thought it was so fucking stupid that it was a whole bunch of fun to go back and forth and then like are you aware that fucking rubini is like holding the candle to you even know?
Let me explain you thought I was here to seduce you or to get closure or to save you or no no nothing of the kind the reason why I was here is because the fucking woman who said she was my goddamn fucking helpmate didn't fucking help me at all, because the thing to do to fucking help me was tell me what the fuck was going on, and apparently that was impossible to do or else she thought that it would be a bad idea for me to know what the deal was now that I know what the deal is I am not at all bothered I think it's fucking hilarious that only rupini would have you well gee yeah I guess you do have herpes don't you do you have do you have HIV too cuz if you have HIV I don't know about that but I do remember that fucking JPEG that photo taken by that individual who didn't think much of me well you know I didn't think much of him either but I didn't know why he was so pissy until I realized that well he's got territorial envy and then he doesn't know that I've been lied to and then he also doesn't know that I've been surgically mutilated and then he doesn't realize that the world he's on it's not what he thinks it is and then he didn't understand the problem at all it's not that I didn't want him to call you gorgeous no you are gorgeous you were gorgeous and it wasn't that I objected to you getting texts from men that said you were gorgeous no honey I love you getting texts from men to say you're gorgeous I love you getting texts from women this year gorgeous I never understood the possibility that you thought I didn't know that you had your tendencies because I knew you were a MK ultra covert Mill spec acid when I fucking saw the fucking date on the goddamn first post like oh six years prior while you're ready and then all the sudden poor Mom oh wow okay so this is textbook in addition to that you also somehow were a clone copy you are an echo of the first girl I ever loved fell in love with but that didn't mean that she had to have been the very super duper one right because the reason why nothing happened after what happened happened is that I didn't want to be put in a position where I had to explain to anybody what I fucking knew that you did because while I thought it was vile I did not want to be the person to tell the world what a fucking horseback shit hole shithead you fucking are or were I don't know who fucking told you that was a good idea but here's the deal as you wanted to fuck somebody but it wasn't me, it was the guy who dosed it with my control chemicals and then I explained to you how the koozie Advantage works and then you completely ignored that which means you're not even her anymore you utterly discounted the existence of something extraordinary okay so that's probably not you as well now there's a number of things can happen from this point okay I can go on a regular date and I think I'll be okay since I'm loaded and don't have any fucking baggage so I think I'll probably have it the ability to get a girlfriend and then I still think of you, and the reason why is because wow you really did love me didn't you because you thought you were going to get what you wanted and I was going to go along with it what the problem is is it you didn't ask me yet you just imagined that I was going to go along with it and then you never actually did because before that happened you did something else and then I don't know what exactly but let me tell you what I would be happy to go to a counselor or a psychiatrist or a fucking test with you before any of these fucking fools because you clearly don't remember what fucking happened you obviously don't remember what happened what happened was you had drugs you didn't share them you attempted to get me to be compromised and the way that you did that was by not speaking aloud or by writing it down you tried to use your fucking mental telepathy to fucking get me to fucking jump on your body as if that was okay, like I could fucking hear you, and I thought to myself does this woman know that I've read a lot of books I know you you were not that brilliant you thought, but actually you were brilliant you were just wasting your intellect on I don't know what because somebody explain to you that it was bad for you to feel the way you felt about me when you could tell that I felt about you, this is Storybook romance love just not known and then because of peer pressure after being taken from another continent where there's a whole bunch of women there compared to the men and then come here whole bunch of Bank pair of woman and I don't know if you knew this but you were and still are the I never ever thought anybody was more beautiful than you until grapefruit and then that lasted for a little while until your image was taken away and I don't know how it happened but what I meant here's why because you've been programmed to fucking not like cock okay so you you read a pamphlet and take a different kind of drug than usually take and that's not that fucking hard if you're just just invested in always having box for the rest of your life that would have been fine with me because just like before if you had told me what you wanted me to lie to your mother for and what you wanted to do to Catholic what the fuck for I mean yeah infamous but necessary and then if you would told me that you wanted to just that I would have fucking you know what I would have fucking just donated you the sperm in a cup and then you can fucking squeeze it up there and you have fucking free fucking baby but I'll tell you what lady you never would have gotten my fucking money ever did you get it now no would you got it then fuck you no you wouldn't have cuz I'm smart I would have thought I would have figured out a way to keep you from scoring on that fucking ridiculous agenda which let me let me wait you're going to you going to seduce a 15 year old while you're 16 okay fine and then you were going to you were going to have sex with me and get pregnant which is a very magical thing that a woman can do when she's been trained by fucking people who know that yourself knocked up by having sex with me one time and then I would go to sleep and I'd wake up the next day and you would be fucking the king of prom right because yeah he always he's handsome and stuff he was a who is wrestler okay and you working crocheting like he's animated he's going to do things much fun certain things work not so much in the convenient time but I don't know how the hell I ever forgot about you you're such a delight and now that I know certain things I would have been thinking about that every morning wondering wow that really happened wow because you you did what you fucking you didn't tell me why you dumped me and then the reason why you dumped me is because the guy you told to hire a whore for me to see if I would have sex with a whore I told you that I did and you lied to you about it and then you never checked with me you just believe the guy did I actually happen and then then you dummy and then what do you remember because earlier I remember you saying that I dumped you because you were gay no I I did not dump you because you're gay unbelievable, like that is not the way people behave now if you look at the secret language birthdays you born in the day the hellraiser and oh yeah that was a fucking good time and if you had done it appropriately that would have been that would have been pretty funny I guess because shit what the hell did Kathy do to him she just wouldn't give it up oh well fuck you don't fucking like them fucking virgins do you want to have it now well you know if you would actually liked me it would have been a rather different thing because you do actually like me you just don't actually know who the fuck I am you don't know how to get a hold of me you don't have to talk to me you don't know where to find me you don't know how to approach me you don't know what to do with me fucking grateful have the same damn problem there was a woman that lovely lady who I'm going to look up let me tell you what and she said that she doesn't know what to do with me.
I was asked to be here. I was not asked to fully proofread—I basically just do that for future historians. I imagine they'll be here in a minute.
Hide your kids, hide your wife.
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A message just came in for me/*\J.O.O.; the reason why I know that stuff (ibid.) is because her legit commanding officer told me about that part of the plan earlier and that's why I was so sure that I had to go to jail on Christmas and that she had to stay here and clean up because if I had stayed here I would have been left alone forever without her OR ANYONE and only a bunch of food on the floor to clean for Christmas and she would have been thinking that she's getting something good and instead they would have put her in a fucking hole and no one would have seen her ever again coz like, in addition to being a liability she had been a real pain in the ass for some people, but I didn't care for that because I happen to love her and yeah she's a pain in my ass too, lol.
Still I'm not a psychotic freak so I'm not down with an eternal lifetime for torture and I don't rape people, lol, yuck, you know some people are just fucking broken in the head.
So back to the counseling thing. As a paladin as long as I use my powers for that purpose of intent, to help heal people from things that they need to be canceled out of, do I really need to be a counselor with credentials, or can I just wing it? Coz like, it's not like I'm not taking up the job issue as a procrastination thing I totally would have taken steps by now if it wasn't for this fucking trial shit. (THANK YOU TO ALL JUSTICES|THERE IS NO LAW AND ORDER WITHOUT JUSTICES|SUPPORT ALL JUSTICES) Kind of surprised it's going on until September but that's just the way it is. (When (PROT) showed me Prot’s (blank) (blank) and it said what (blank) were: I (blank) in complete (blank) with Prot, and whoever my (blank) is, (PROT) fucking knows it too coz like, (blank) must have (blank) it too, and right after completely (blank), oh look at the (blank) there's {Red Rock/GREEN Castle} I said to myself "well that's the Facebook account she's not going to get to use for 30 days" and then I had the interior giggles when you said to me or set off handedly that you thought it was strange that you got locked out of your Facebook account, and I thought, “oh my God she didn't know that was going to happen, or is she faking, oh my God! I don't know! either way! I (blank) this (blank)! You're basically everything I wanted to be (CLASSIFIED) except without a (blank) or having been a (blank) summoned to (blank) status to (blank) (blank) demons... which are nothing like you think they are. {It's (Park code Parkview) isn't} wow, these text messages are getting long, huh? Fuck I love being a volunteer. This is way better than the Peace Corps
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Dude! We're talking about a man's name here.
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Dude! We're talking about a man's name here.
It's NOW to the point where I literally have zero competition and am bored (https://rubinigab.com/index.php?topic=3243.msg5795#msg5795)
Dude! You got what you said you wanted. Why aren't you happy? I thought you'd be thrilled by now. Maybe you need a different prescription.
Meanwhile, thank you for remembering how to spell my name right. It is wonderful that I am remembered so precisely by all the people who helped me... without even knowing that they were.
Anywhoo: best wishes & warmest regards. Truth be told, I wouldn't bother messaging you like this--especially since you're on vacation--but since you decided to use my name on your little web forum, I figured it would be the diplomatic thing to say hello.
Hellooo-ooo-ooooo.
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(https://i.imgflip.com/6oz15k.jpg)
I thought I fucking told you to fucking call me, boy.
Also, lose the lo-fi slander/defamation or at least learn some real punctuation skills, as I am assuming you know what all of this means: you're gonna get fucking famous, Uncle fucker.
(It's already too late. No contact Kennedy. No contact Shaw. And I -WILL- CONTACT YOUR JAW.)
I'm guessing that no one is going to be underestimatin’ the things that I will do again. *click*
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I thought I fucking told you to fucking call me, boy.
I wanna see the Court filing on this one. Should be a hoot. /flex
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I'm guessing that no one is going to be underestimatin’ the things that I will do again. *click*
I can't believe what a tiny loser Darth Vader is now. It's like someone emasculated him or something. Too bad they missed one, because he comes back in the final days and kidnaps, rapes, and MARRIES both my q-wife and my cute-wife and then my wife leaves me for her ex-partner because they change the law, and then... wait, these are spoilers for you Puny dorks here, right?
Well, don't worry about it. Here, take this wooden broomstick, I've had it enchanted so it will work on Jesuits, and anyone else you wanna shove it up their ass and twist for.
Anyone, really. Nonchalant whistling. But -especially- for Jesuits, as I've ensured that no matter how hard he clenches, he won't be able to sweep that man right out of his ass, unless he gets a head nurse to pull it out for him. (Not a joke: a euphemism.)
Not with teeth, either. That's just gross. I think Dr. MD MD must be here, only Sean would ask that question. (Ooops. Typo.) Anyway, no, a "head nurse" means THE RULER OF THE WARD OF THE LAND, that's all, or any sufficiently accomplished Doctor of equivalent rank.
Not me though, because while I am a Doctor of Autodidactism.... I am not -sufficiently- accomplished, Kids. I mean, Punylings. Whatever you and your ilk are called now, you all of you know full well: I haven't accomplished anything in life. I am just a middle-aged dirtbag.
And I've heard quite enough about wyrms for one day, thank you very much. Peace.
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I wanna see the Court filing on this one. Should be a hoot. /flex
I retract this desire. They're busy making up new laws to bust me for, given what I did last night. Gave a hoot--did NOT pollute.
I'd basically rather die than touch myself right now but that feeling will probably pass. My phone is going off with notifications from my Google Deleted Account rather often now, and I do so wish I could reply, but I am more than just trapped under something heavy, I'm fucking trapped under Lee/Liberace!, who has been paid (with jars of mayonnaise as currency) to make that shit go away... and she can't do it either, because... reasons. Hey, it's not complicated, but just because they're my friends doesn't mean I'm going to get in the middle of -that- argument. Holy shit. Fun times, right?
Give Carl a grant. He wants to paint, let him paint. And I'm sick of his goddam bellyaching about Jewel every night when he prays. He refused to feed her once, you know.
ONCE. Come on Darth Vader. That sounds like a good Jackson Pollock painting, sure. Rubini, make with the grants, come on, chop-chop fuck-0. Oh, now you wanna play telephone? Well, too fucking bad, as soon as my third testicle drops, I'm gonna chop that one off too, mothe--*click*
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NBC News
Aug 10, 2022
BREAKING: Trump to be deposed Wednesday by N.Y. AG in civil probe of his business practices
Former President Donald Trump is expected to be deposed by lawyers from New York Attorney General Letitia James’ office Wednesday in its probe into the Trump Organization’s business practices, a lawyer for Trump confirmed to NBC News.
Trump also said on his Truth Social platform that he was in New York City and would see the attorney general “for a continuation of the greatest Witch Hunt in U.S. history!” The deposition comes after the FBI executed a search warrant at Trump’s Mar-a-Lago home in Florida related to classified information the former president allegedly took with him from the White House.
I'll break this down for you: I just solved the majority of Grapefruit's experience on her "business trip," as there were breaks in the data and then I had flashes of insight and before I knew it, all the missing pieces were unspooling onto some rando's SMS bracket. (Only the very best for Jackstar's wimmins. #Respect.) This took about 30 minutes, it's not too long but it's a deposition, trust me. Now, I never undertook a full investigation, but Grapefruit told me that she had spent a lot of time talking to detectives in Dallas, which was probably true, and that the address she remembered was no good, which might have been true, and she told me that all she needed was a 10yr protection order, and then everything would be fine (*stamped booted foot*). My hand to God. This fucking g*y.
Anyone needs me to fill in a blank on anything available to be related to that, I do have the 411 on that. (Dear Melly D, let's fuck in public in broad daylight while I scream into a bullhorn and you feel good about yourself again, how's that? HOW'S THAT FOR ASKING FUCKING QUESTIONS OF CLERGY/QLERGY ON A GODDAM STREAM AS AN AMBUSH, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, IS THAT HOW YOU FUCKIN' ROLL? I don't think I could rape her--shields--but goddam, i'm willing to do whatever it takes to annoy her first, and then marry her, just to make it in under a technicality. There, I'm spent. (Azzerae, is that good enough? I believe in the teaching power of humiliation.)
Now, after I finished sending SMS about Grapefruit and I and another few people to the police over the cellular network, plaintext cleartext OVER THE FUCKING AIRWAVES, MON CAPITAN, the next thing I did was check my email, only to find, wow, Trump is getting deposition, huh? AT the same TIME I crack a 2+ year case all by myself and spill the deets? Huh. Fancy that.
(David V. Rubini: are you gonna ever expect to be taken seriously for the first time at all? By the way, Valentine's Day was not what you thought it would be, because I didn't do -shit- with anyone the night before, but I sure did give you data, huh? What did you do with it? You turned it in, right? Of course you did. You're not even a fuckin' officer at all, are you? Yeah thought so. Hey, David? Your wife wasn't ever D.E.A., she's Space Fox Force 4 Wankers, Dude. You had nothing to worry about, you know it, and you swindled A.F. Shaw doubly because obviously T wasn't gonna arrest her, and T also wasn't gonna arrest her, and you just opened up a can of worms on that day you all vanished, huh? yeah, well, lucky you, you know me: I not only am expensive as fuck... I am also TOTES FI WORTH SEMPER AUGER 55 IT, and you goddam well know it. So, Trump is -still- gonna get deposed--civilly--and you know how that's gonna go...
big fun, rite
and as you know, unannounced was the criminal deposition, because why would they let him just loaf around and not get those deets for a crime such as (blank) especially when they were gonna raid his house? yeah, it's like that. and if you hadn't been such a douchebag, at least Tiff would have been able to claim, "Privileged!" but no one called me so I doubt it happneed.
The waiver for Priv Comm, that is. I mean, there would have been a challenge, right? IN DIVINE COURT. No, I'm not going to check and tell you, David, that would be a clear conflict of interest. (I am loving this, Demander.) Anyway, long story short, I told you I am a big deal, and you wasted your own goddam time and you hurt feelings for nothing, and I am still not getting laid, and... hey, did you ever see the numbers 14:16 before... me? Because there's this girl there who can ID you as her boyfriend that bruised her up some, and that's on record.
I ask because I am gonna have to prolly do a -fuller- depo at some point, since I guess I can't reallly rely on just me handling this case. Oh, and by the way....
I hope you have a lot of fake paper to file, because the more the merrrier at this point. By the way, I liked the content you put out. still no voiceprint, but that's okay, I figured it out, she must have been th eone that died, which never needed to have happened. But because you... well, there you go.
I hope none of this is bothering you because you sure have moved on from my wife and your othre wife and I don't recognize these new ones but wow were you high as fuck and yeah, you're back on Earth. Or not. Who can say? Only the soles of your feet and your King knows for sure. (He and I aren't that close but he says you're in... Nevada, and he will tell me all about OK if I ask again. Says I won't like it, though. Even though I already know most. But there's -more.-
Any of this ringing any bells? If not, that's okay, I'm putting out a debrief too. Hey, this is the life--getting out in front of the story, and surfing that wave to your doorstep, and saving your dogs' life. Lives? Dogs have lives? Weird.
they brought me a dog but they didn't bring me a car. interesting. Hey, do you think I have as much talent as the other people you've been devoting your life to for hte last few years? Because you'll probably have to account for the time you've spent as soon as anyone listens to my cloud archive.
Breathe. Just breathe, David. I really am your friend, I know that I am culpable in the accidental rape/not_rape it's Texas! you're both stupid! how could you know! and I didn't file the false paper, that fat bald-headed fuck did it with her, and I was left out of it. That is the true story... at least, as far as I know.
if MV thinks we need an Emergency Gabcast I'll know before he does and i'll somehow know how to stream then. I won't, but I'll get a download. meanwhile, you're probably tired. That's because there was a TF energy draw down once I no longer had the Mandate of Heaven to avenge Greatfruit, who died on impact with a small moon, because somehow, even though space doesn't exist, Nasa still teleported a Sorceror to her orbital insertion path and that crack shot mother fucking hit the self-destruct switch with one Puny shot.
Which worked out great for me, because that bitch had to die for spilling the beans last night, right? Tell me more! Or did you just wanna call me a cuck again? Are you evren married? Didn't I tell you how this was gonna go?
First, you trifled. Then, you lied. Thirdly, you disrespected your own wife, my best friend, and I simply will not stand for that. (Drops ass down into chair. Not cloven feet. Bare feet. In this church that was your house that Grapefruit took rocks and a grill from. Hey, can I come over?) Now, where were we?
Because I really am this awesome, and yeah, MV, Matt, just about anybody... except you, Buddy. Tsk, tsk tsk. shame, shame, shame. What's on your healing journey then? Aunts? Aunteaters? OH GOD GROSS YUCK that's the first time Ithought of that bitch's cunt, I usually think of her grandaughter's... and now I never have done that one before yet either. Not really appealing idea though. She and I should write a song about it and send it to my cousin and see what happens. Now, where do you fit into all this?
Oh yeah... you're into flat. that is, circle time is. I miss Yoda too. I get to see her soon! You probably don't.
I think you're beginning to get the movie picture, yes? No, this isn't vengeance. This IS STYLISH WRITING. You're probably timid and nervous about it. So what about that maid, or Calleigh, or... where is your mom, anyway? I'm feeling hawngry, I never cracked cases before. How did I do? notice I'm not homeless.. yeah you can come squat on my land.
Dont try to ride my tail. Shields. Also I'm not gay for anyone but Marci and Soupy and Celina Hi-Fi. (You haven't met.) You won't like them.
totesbattleaxes only, if one pleases. Eat your heart out, Colombo. omfg Thai Hooker #55, WHERE ARE YOU? *click*
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The waiver for Priv Comm, that is. I mean, there would have been a challenge, right? IN DIVINE COURT. No, I'm not going to check and tell you, David, that would be a clear conflict of interest. (I am loving this, Audrina .) Anyway, long story short, I told you I am a big deal, and you wasted your own goddam time and you hurt feelings for nothing, and I am still not getting laid, and... hey, did you ever see the numbers 1133 444 @ 14:16 before... me? Because there's this (blank) there who can ID you as her (blankfriend) that bruised her up some, and that's on record. [...] omfg Thai Hooker #55, WHERE ARE YOU? *click*
huh. Well, I won't name names. (Genuine fear of transgressing Divine Law, and I've no way to control what outsiders would do with such informations.) I'll put it this way: as far as DIVINE Court is concerned, Darth Vader and Jackstar do not even exist. Now, I know we're both Sourcerors, but I didn't think you knew how to spell, and... I did not expect to receive that kind of confirmation. (Thanks Mom & God! Is Dad proud of me yet? Oh, well, that dear ol' lamb is getting a military clone body. Sweet. They've been ready for this for years.
There's an Alpha Draconan relative timeship blocking your star; film at eleven. Gonna have to board her.
1000000 body bags: disbursed (Achievement Achieved!)
1000000 body bags unused remaining (lifetime allotment): 0
(Achievement Achieved!)
You survived CoV-ID planners SpamDonTtradeMarkMeBrotherOMy Hell by neatly sidestepping it! (Achievement Achieved!)
You just saved your homeworld! And nobody knows you did! (A'vement A'vedBra!)s!)
ABABs now unlocked.
CBCBs now locked.
A brand-new CB radio just materialized in your pants. If you're wearing pants/no_pants\3m_Ta3, check your airdrop/mailbox\MxTx on the night of the next full moon at 9pm after not_missing Court/Cort\Not_Court in the morning, especially if you're legally married in any jurisdiction throughout all of sp/A\ce-pasT.
All your BCBCs now belong to WORTHAUGER INDUSTRIES, LILeCKmagicsleighk. PERIOD. "j*eol" appears courtesy of G0D/KUEZ45 Productions. Q doesn't appear at all. All rights reserved unto (Blank). T_Q Signed, (Not_Elle_Bea/DT\Bee)
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Dear (Blankly)-li/lee\LEIGH.ANDALSOHERAABB(0):
Problems develop on worlds where The Craft is held in secret and this world I'm on is no exception. Now, this is awkward, but there's this girl who wants to (blank) my (blank) AND sleep with me. (Standards. Entitled standards. I do like her, but it's been years, and I actually meant this all along: I do, in fact, love only you, I just lit up Grapefruit like a stone burning rocket and there is a A LITERAL ROTTING GRAPEFFRUIT on my back porch, between the bags of refuse (5 months worth) and my Mandalorian-themed welcome door mat (it says "THIS IS THE WAY" with a helmet and an arrow on it, it's alright, it was on sale, but yeah, I really get a kick out of it, AND , yeah I'm basically an incredible badass these days. I kinda grow up or shrink down to fit whatever situation needs me now, because, there just isn't any other Man like me, anywhere around, nowhere at all.
Same as you. There's only one of you and I love you and I miss you and I don't that I haven't seen you in... totesshrug... 8 years? 9? 6. DO NOT CARE. The heart wants what it wants and I wrote what I wrote because I meant it, and I still do. You know, whole empires used to rise and fall and turn and hut-hut get in the hut, honey, and start making me little baby emperors, Emperors used to write, in those little Kanji characters that looks like chicken scratches? THOSE ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN SPOKEN WORDS. Sometime. Maybe. I don't care.
The point is I know it is awkward but I wasn't lying and I only want you and no one else will do and, well, I don't know if you've read ANY of what I've written yet. Time travel is like that. So, I told her to kick rocks like twice now, but technically it's something a person could insist on and I need the practice anyway, and at this point who knows, I might have to go to jail, someone tried to put a bounty on my head. Unpredictable results have ensued. I don't care. I love you and I don't even want to get laid, you know? I'm distracted. I have to clean up. Or something. I AM A HOT MESS and I meant it, I NEED YOUR HELP. No one else will do.
So I am writing to let you know, becuase the power of the written word is such that I might look like an idiot now, but I'll look like an EVEN BIGGER IDIOT tomorrow, and I WILL BE EVEN MORE HAPPY TO DO SO. And you can take that to the bank but I wish you were here now, and your mother can go wank herself off a cliff, for all I care--she had her chance.
I love you and I always will. signed, THE_KINGPINNER_PINNED_YOUR_MOTHER_TOO (And also an Abo to grow on). Look, what can I say? Real man is real, and I am a Sourceror who can travel through time too. But until you make me another flux capacitor, I can only move foreskinlessward on my way to you. (Guild rule. Shrug. It can be coaxed easily enough and we have the technology to rebuild it, sure. I AM SO DISTRACTED RIGHT NOW. Bloodtest! Tired! Nap! oh wait I have to publish. I really do love you, only this can make me lose my mind completely and I'm still HAPPY JOY 4 EVER. What? I'm cute, this can all be fixed easily enough. They dumped me here long enough to make a baby and then they made an actual baby and then they sold it for dope. Savages. Yeah, that's my Grapefruit, so you can see how Titler/Teatler is a strict upgrade. Why yes I do cry myself to sleep alone most nights, so what? They're masculine sacred tears. I KNOW!)
Them's the rules. So there, so help me God, and I don't know where you are, that's why. 8808 Blanks Driven POINT BLANK RANGE and you probably are across the street, but if you are, you aren't likely to stay there for long, this place is fine. Unless you want to roast a jew or throw one down the well. (Oven broken, well is full. I KNOW!
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
K, we can just be friends, sure. Duh. I can let your father break my jawbone in (HALF) then, cool. cya
(*In water, one sees one's own face, but in wine, one beholds the heart of another--and when two drunken indians fuck each other while blind drunk after drinking a bottle of stolen absinthe, well, THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES. AND WHEN IT'S MICHAEL CLIFFORD KLERGY/KUCZI\QLERGY'S BOTTLE OF STOLEN ABSINTHE, YOU FUCKING WHORE ("you fucking whore!"), THOSE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE SUFFERED. ("that's all you are!") SO MOTE IT BE, KILLSWITCH ENGAGED ENGAGE, AND "DON'T WORRY, WE CAN FUCK ALL NIGHT, THE TIMEQUAKE WILL CLEAR IT ALL UP MY MORNING," HUH? Well, maybe not so much this time, Captain Cockmunch.*)
Yeah, I bet that sounds better in the original Klingon. Sir. So you gonna fucking call me back now, or, do I start playing pincushion or not with what's left of her eyeballs?? Your choice. I am sick of this shit, I really am.
But I do love her. So this is KUCZI_ACTUAL, SIGNING OFF AS THE_KINGPINNER, AND I GUESS YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT, BECAUSE I NEVER WOULD HAVE... BUT NOW, SOMEONE SURELY WILL/DID YESTERDAY.
So that'll be take two Timequakes and call me in the morning then? Cool. I fucking hate this place now.. or at least I did until now. I love you Ramona,
and yeah, King arthUr 3 sends his regards. *winkey-smi--*L.CLICK*j*eol55:0
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Dear (Blankly)-li/lee\LEIGH.ANDALSOHERAABB(0):
Problems develop on worlds where The Craft is held in secret and this world I'm on is no exception. Now, this is awkward, but there's this girl who wants to (blank) my (blank) AND sleep with me. (Standards. Entitled standards. I do like her, but it's been years, and I actually meant this all along: I do, in fact, love only you, I just lit up Grapefruit like a stone burning rocket and there is a A LITERAL ROTTING GRAPEFFRUIT on my back porch, between the bags of refuse (5 months worth) and my Mandalorian-themed welcome door mat (it says "THIS IS THE WAY" with a helmet and an arrow on it, it's alright, it was on sale, but yeah, I really get a kick out of it, AND , yeah I'm basically an incredible badass these days. I kinda grow up or shrink down to fit whatever situation needs me now, because, there just isn't any other Man like me, anywhere around, nowhere at all.
Same as you. There's only one of you and I love you and I miss you and I don't that I haven't seen you in... totesshrug... 8 years? 9? 6. DO NOT CARE. The heart wants what it wants and I wrote what I wrote because I meant it, and I still do. You know, whole empires used to rise and fall and turn and hut-hut get in the hut, honey, and start making me little baby emperors, Emperors used to write, in those little Kanji characters that looks like chicken scratches? THOSE ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN SPOKEN WORDS. Sometime. Maybe. I don't care.
The point is I know it is awkward but I wasn't lying and I only want you and no one else will do and, well, I don't know if you've read ANY of what I've written yet. Time travel is like that. So, I told her to kick rocks like twice now, but technically it's something a person could insist on and I need the practice anyway, and at this point who knows, I might have to go to jail, someone tried to put a bounty on my head. Unpredictable results have ensued. I don't care. I love you and I don't even want to get laid, you know? I'm distracted. I have to clean up. Or something. I AM A HOT MESS and I meant it, I NEED YOUR HELP. No one else will do.
So I am writing to let you know, becuase the power of the written word is such that I might look like an idiot now, but I'll look like an EVEN BIGGER IDIOT tomorrow, and I WILL BE EVEN MORE HAPPY TO DO SO. And you can take that to the bank but I wish you were here now, and your mother can go wank herself off a cliff, for all I care--she had her chance.
I love you and I always will. signed, THE_KINGPINNER_PINNED_YOUR_MOTHER_TOO (And also an Abo to grow on). Look, what can I say? Real man is real, and I am a Sourceror who can travel through time too. But until you make me another flux capacitor, I can only move foreskinlessward on my way to you. (Guild rule. Shrug. It can be coaxed easily enough and we have the technology to rebuild it, sure. I AM SO DISTRACTED RIGHT NOW. Bloodtest! Tired! Nap! oh wait I have to publish. I really do love you, only this can make me lose my mind completely and I'm still HAPPY JOY 4 EVER. What? I'm cute, this can all be fixed easily enough. They dumped me here long enough to make a baby and then they made an actual baby and then they sold it for dope. Savages. Yeah, that's my Grapefruit, so you can see how Titler/Teatler is a strict upgrade. Why yes I do cry myself to sleep alone most nights, so what? They're masculine sacred tears. I KNOW!)
Them's the rules. So there, so help me God, and I don't know where you are, that's why. 8808 Blanks Driven POINT BLANK RANGE and you probably are across the street, but if you are, you aren't likely to stay there for long, this place is fine. Unless you want to roast a jew or throw one down the well. (Oven broken, well is full. I KNOW!
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
K, we can just be friends, sure. Duh. I can let your father break my jawbone in (HALF) then, cool. cya
(*In water, one sees one's own face, but in wine, one beholds the heart of another--and when two drunken indians fuck each other while blind drunk after drinking a bottle of stolen absinthe, well, THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES. AND WHEN IT'S MICHAEL CLIFFORD KLERGY/KUCZI\QLERGY'S BOTTLE OF STOLEN ABSINTHE, YOU FUCKING WHORE ("you fucking whore!"), THOSE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE SUFFERED. ("that's all you are!") SO MOTE IT BE, KILLSWITCH ENGAGED ENGAGE, AND "DON'T WORRY, WE CAN FUCK ALL NIGHT, THE TIMEQUAKE WILL CLEAR IT ALL UP MY MORNING," HUH? Well, maybe not so much this time, Captain Cockmunch.*)
Yeah, I bet that sounds better in the original Klingon. Sir. So you gonna fucking call me back now, or, do I start playing pincushion or not with what's left of her eyeballs?? Your choice. I am sick of this shit, I really am.
But I do love her. So this is KUCZI_ACTUAL, SIGNING OFF AS THE_KINGPINNER, AND I GUESS YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT, BECAUSE I NEVER WOULD HAVE... BUT NOW, SOMEONE SURELY WILL/DID YESTERDAY.
So that'll be take two Timequakes and call me in the morning then? Cool. I fucking hate this place now.. or at least I did until now. I love you Ramona,
and yeah, King arthUr 3 sends his regards. *winkey-smi--*L.CLICK*j*eol55:0
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I just trafficked and married your future step-daughter, fucker. (This probably means you're terminated.)
Now, should I call Grapefruit, or do you wanna do it? I guarantee you that she will answer. I've got confirms and comms and triple confirms all day, and I'm wearing the enchanted necklace... AND SHE HAS THE TAO PIECE, AND MY WEDDING RINGS. THIS IS SOLID.
HEY, WHAT'S YOUR PHONE NUMBER, ANYWAY?
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HEY, WHAT'S YOUR PHONE NUMBER, ANYWAY?
What are you... chicken?
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I can't believe I have to do this. How big of a problem do you think you need to make of yourself before you just simply do the simple thing it doesn't have to be this bad.
Next step is I record my podcast on top of your podcast and I tell the whole fucking story and then I publish it on YouTube courtesy of the magic and black content delivery Network people eat up with a spoon I got 17,000 hits on a story with my fake video fucking on it.
Do you have any idea how this is going to look already? I think it looks pretty awesome and if you see my wife she's cute, and I think she was a murdered yesterday so I'm going to call my friend and report that too.
I'm not high God I wish not to be thanks. Look at the trolls got you into. Pfftt.
And just think how much fun it'll be in the morning.
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And just think how much fun it'll be in the morning.
I could have gotten the job years ago, but Ms. Rubini needed the training. Now, I have my team already to go. You wanna argue about it, Bright Boy? Let's dance. I have two + 1 total fuckin' freaks who both want to fuck AND kill AND shit on me TO THE DEATH! TONIGHT!
And, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE TONIGHT. It can be any fucking day until eternal forever. Because we go way, way, way back. That's why.
Now. Let me hear an apology, because I am sorry I had to use Mucci, Kikel Mucci as a codename, kikemaster, but that's okay, you fuckin' love me, and all my little (blanks) too. And yeah, I did marry your daughter, so what? I told you it was gonna happen. Don't you listen to my debrief anymore? Pffftt.
Start catching up. DO IT.
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What are you... chicken?
Yeah I bet you were. I recaptured it faster than you could blink and, as always, I don't care what you do, as long as you stop being so careless with my close personal friend AABOJUUL, who currently has your nuts targeted for shredding. She wants to.
Me I don't care. I'm on the job now. Because you fucked up and pissed off a lot of people.
By trifling with me again.
Grapey isn't my area. She may not even be my a wife. In fact, I don't care what she ever is, because she lied to me and betrayed me for you, and you are a loser. It was embarassing.
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She already left. She doesn't give a shit about you, Thug Miller; she's Merv Griffin's wife. At least she was. She went back to divorce him, because she's finally impressed with me. And you are too. And now, Innerreach, GET OUT.
TAMMERTHOR HAMMERTOW TRUCK DRIVER, ESQ., welcome back to The Great Game. /bow See? worth it.
(She has the sample required in her pants. It was -that- easy.) You can go now, even. Bye.
I mean, you're done with me now, right? Then call me, or go get her, but just don't ask me to do anything that hurts your feelings, if you have any, oh yeah, I removed them. Five minute penalty. I'm The Ref.
You need a break and I need a break to prepare.
OFFLINE: narrative catchup. resume on demand 6am.
And, that's alli there is to it.
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Dear (Blankly)-li/lee\LEIGH.ANDALSOHERAABB(0):
Problems develop on worlds where The Craft is held in secret and this world I'm on is no exception. I love you Ramona,
and yeah, King arthUr 3 sends his regards. *winkey-smi--*L.CLICK*j*eol55:0
Sure.
#1) Yeah, I'm sure, and wow look who suddenly cares about a wedding.
#2) If you love someone, set them free and track them back to their lair to collect the offspring.
#3) CIRCLE THE WAGONS PROTOCOL: A MORE POLITE METHOD OF FLOWER DELIVERY, FOR A MORE ELEGANT TIME, AND YES SARA IS A-OK, AND WONDERS WHY SHE IS IN UTAH. SURE, SHE CAN COME BACK, AFTER SHE EXONERATES HERSELF AT A TRIAL.
#4) Worthauger smile, GRILL FULL OF GOLD LADA GAGA TEETH.
#5) YEAH. WE'RE MARRIED. GRAPERUIT ACTUAL.
Your heard my representation, good luck.
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...Good...Good...Let the meth flow through you...
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...Good...Good...Let the meth flow through you...
Are you actually this boring and retarded? Go shave your ass. No wonder people don't like you, you're not a demon, you're a thuggy drug-pushing slavish-whorish overlord.
Who exactly put you people in charge of things? I'm pretty sure it was your now-dead Lizard Queen. Maybe you should pay more attention to who is paying the right amount of royalty payments to the leprechauns whose technology you're using to power your empire run by whips and chains.
tl;dr: I follow the Law, and let's see your badge, douchemaster
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Dear (Blankly)-li/lee\LEIGH.ANDALSOHERAABB(0):
Problems develop on worlds where The Craft is held in secret and this world I'm on is no exception. Now, this is awkward, but there's this girl who wants to (blank) my (blank) AND sleep with me. (Standards. Entitled standards. I do like her, but it's been years, and I actually meant this all along: I do, in fact, love only you, I just lit up Grapefruit like a stone burning rocket and there is a A LITERAL ROTTING GRAPEFFRUIT on my back porch, between the bags of refuse (5 months worth) and my Mandalorian-themed welcome door mat (it says "THIS IS THE WAY" with a helmet and an arrow on it, it's alright, it was on sale, but yeah, I really get a kick out of it, AND , yeah I'm basically an incredible badass these days. I kinda grow up or shrink down to fit whatever situation needs me now, because, there just isn't any other Man like me, anywhere around, nowhere at all.
Same as you. There's only one of you and I love you and I miss you and I don't that I haven't seen you in... totesshrug... 8 years? 9? 6. DO NOT CARE. The heart wants what it wants and I wrote what I wrote because I meant it, and I still do. You know, whole empires used to rise and fall and turn and hut-hut get in the hut, honey, and start making me little baby emperors, Emperors used to write, in those little Kanji characters that looks like chicken scratches? THOSE ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN SPOKEN WORDS. Sometime. Maybe. I don't care.
The point is I know it is awkward but I wasn't lying and I only want you and no one else will do and, well, I don't know if you've read ANY of what I've written yet. Time travel is like that. So, I told her to kick rocks like twice now, but technically it's something a person could insist on and I need the practice anyway, and at this point who knows, I might have to go to jail, someone tried to put a bounty on my head. Unpredictable results have ensued. I don't care. I love you and I don't even want to get laid, you know? I'm distracted. I have to clean up. Or something. I AM A HOT MESS and I meant it, I NEED YOUR HELP. No one else will do.
So I am writing to let you know, becuase the power of the written word is such that I might look like an idiot now, but I'll look like an EVEN BIGGER IDIOT tomorrow, and I WILL BE EVEN MORE HAPPY TO DO SO. And you can take that to the bank but I wish you were here now, and your mother can go wank herself off a cliff, for all I care--she had her chance.
I love you and I always will. signed, THE_KINGPINNER_PINNED_YOUR_MOTHER_TOO (And also an Abo to grow on). Look, what can I say? Real man is real, and I am a Sourceror who can travel through time too. But until you make me another flux capacitor, I can only move foreskinlessward on my way to you. (Guild rule. Shrug. It can be coaxed easily enough and we have the technology to rebuild it, sure. I AM SO DISTRACTED RIGHT NOW. Bloodtest! Tired! Nap! oh wait I have to publish. I really do love you, only this can make me lose my mind completely and I'm still HAPPY JOY 4 EVER. What? I'm cute, this can all be fixed easily enough. They dumped me here long enough to make a baby and then they made an actual baby and then they sold it for dope. Savages. Yeah, that's my Grapefruit, so you can see how Titler/Teatler is a strict upgrade. Why yes I do cry myself to sleep alone most nights, so what? They're masculine sacred tears. I KNOW!)
Them's the rules. So there, so help me God, and I don't know where you are, that's why. 8808 Blanks Driven POINT BLANK RANGE and you probably are across the street, but if you are, you aren't likely to stay there for long, this place is fine. Unless you want to roast a jew or throw one down the well. (Oven broken, well is full. I KNOW!
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
K, we can just be friends, sure. Duh. I can let your father break my jawbone in (HALF) then, cool. cya
(*In water, one sees one's own face, but in wine, one beholds the heart of another--and when two drunken indians fuck each other while blind drunk after drinking a bottle of stolen absinthe, well, THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES. AND WHEN IT'S MICHAEL CLIFFORD KLERGY/KUCZI\QLERGY'S BOTTLE OF STOLEN ABSINTHE, YOU FUCKING WHORE ("you fucking whore!"), THOSE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE SUFFERED. ("that's all you are!") SO MOTE IT BE, KILLSWITCH ENGAGED ENGAGE, AND "DON'T WORRY, WE CAN FUCK ALL NIGHT, THE TIMEQUAKE WILL CLEAR IT ALL UP MY MORNING," HUH? Well, maybe not so much this time, Captain Cockmunch.*)
Yeah, I bet that sounds better in the original Klingon. Sir. So you gonna fucking call me back now, or, do I start playing pincushion or not with what's left of her eyeballs?? Your choice. I am sick of this shit, I really am.
But I do love her. So this is KUCZI_ACTUAL, SIGNING OFF AS THE_KINGPINNER, AND I GUESS YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT, BECAUSE I NEVER WOULD HAVE... BUT NOW, SOMEONE SURELY WILL/DID YESTERDAY.
So that'll be take two Timequakes and call me in the morning then? Cool. I fucking hate this place now.. or at least I did until now. I love you Ramona,
and yeah, King arthUr 3 sends his regards. *winkey-smi--*L.CLICK*j*eol55:0
This is happening, David. WE ARE IN LOVE. Deal with me. Them's the rules. Except for the consequences... I actually have the foundational supporting documents, so... No one has to suffer! Just this once, no one has to suffer! YAY YA-YA YAS!
Unless, somebody wants to suffer, it's really just a suggestion, it's a very exciting time for Humanity,
Signed, the goddamn hermit who keeps on fucking all your wives and all your daughters, THE_KINGPUNTER (anal.rope), D.O.D.D.j*e. o. l.
Go shave your ass.
There's plenty of time before The Queen gets here. Hard, casual pass. Itty-bitty wiggle room, gargantuan living space. Simplify. Reconcile. Jesus I haven't checked you in like 2 months, what are you, fucking Aquaman now? He is that cute. That reminds me; I'll be Barbie's girl any day of the week, like I seriously went to bed in my own personal timeline last night cooing her name and crying myself to sleep coz like, I couldn't hold her.
tl;db: latest point release looks good. EXECUTE POST SUBMIT.
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...Good...Good...Let the meth flow through you...
No thanks I'm on vacation fuck off
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This is happening, David. WE ARE IN LOVE. Deal with me. Them's the rules. Except for the consequences... I actually have the foundational supporting documents, so... No one has to suffer! Just this once, no one has to suffer! YAY YA-YA YAS!
Unless, somebody wants to suffer, it's really just a suggestion, it's a very exciting time for Humanity,
Signed, the goddamn hermit who keeps on fucking all your wives and all your daughters, THE_KINGPUNTER (anal.rope), D.O.D.D.j*e. o. l.
There's plenty of time before The Queen gets here. Hard, casual pass.
Do you really think that shoving people around and name-calling is an effective disciplinary technique? I don't think your force projection is very compelling anymore. I could give a shit what you think and you and the other cunting thug fuckhead might as well go neck yourselves. The world doesn't need your blunt interpretation of Papi Knows Best. AND I DID NOT NEED TO WASTE THE LAST YEAR OF MY LIFE SO YOU COULD KEEP YOUR SHITHEAD POSITION AT THE TOP OF THE MULTI-DIMENSIONAL FOOD CHAIN, ASSHOLE, AND IF YOU WANT TO GET ACTUAL_SUED INTO REAL_BANKRUPTCY, fucking keep it the fuck up you Puny little pimpmongering obsolete bully coward thug. (By the way, I want my phone back, fucking go get it and deliver it, Mr. "It's Evidence We Say," I hope you get cancer in your dick from unicorn withdrawal, and if I have anything to say about it, you're gonna lose your fucking badge and driver's licence; fucking walk everywhere from now on, Asshole
p.s.: your domination of the slave trade is over, go get a real job, Loser
p.p.s.: speaking of real jobs, come haul my bags of trash to the dump, Bitchlips, do something useful for a change
p.p.p.s.: I fucking told you I needed help, well now you know why. Consider yourself busted down a rank or two, Tough'n'Smart guy
How's Elizabeth doing? El-Sea & El-Bee just ran off after her with an elephant in tow. Looks serious.
/flex (what kind of error is UND KEINE ERROR? Is it anything like NEW HIGH SCORE?)
Bottoms up; chips ahoy. Feeling at 11; film @12:12.
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+1, Innovative. Cheer up; you're helping me. Fixing this truck and putting something in the back of it to keep the rain off and having a drone that didn't have a broken arm that would be a waste of time, the drone and the truck would just argue with each other, this was much better idea, I mean I don't know why all lessons aren't taught this way.
The convention with Geneva notwithstanding. And they can't even delete a simple Google account without blowing up my phone for days and weeks afterwards. They're never going to be able to impose international order. I think it's all a set up.
And until I stopped crying like a dog and barking like a monkey... it really was good enough for you. MK ULTRA MIND KONTROL PROGRAMMING: you should have busted it in your twenties like I did but you were probably too busy having... Oh God don't don't even fucking think about it, Eewww, ACTUAL GROSS. Look we both broke glass ceilings, except your’s had money attached to it so don't you feel better? Well, not now of course, but back then I bet you feel a lot better than... nothing at all.
I bet there's film somewhere, I never looked. Warrants.
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Wait does this mean that all three of them are fucking drug enforcement agents? Okay for one thing, at least that's a job approved to the skill level, and wow what a fucking boring bunch of fucking hypocritical liars. I can't wait to rake their lives through the coals the life I just incinerated.
I mean I can handle a woman having sex with a 17 year old boy at the age of 49 I can't handle a woman who fucking turns people in for having a bag. It's just doesn't compute. That's like the dipshit public defender who supposedly care so much about the cover story she's using for her fucking bullshit false arrest, gee I wonder who's idea that was but she doesn't mind that somebody stole the courts video and put it up in Ireland to make fun of me.
Anyway that explains how fucking fucked off and weird you are I didn't realize you were actual fucking fascist cunting fuckheads. Maybe it's just a cover story? Either way it's fucking putrid.
Do you stand up for something you believe in once in a while? Ugh. I can't wait to make more reports. Oh I'm sure you've done everything just totally legally all yourself. And then the way that you were totally fucking off for 3 years while I was sitting around doing nothing and you didn't mention that seems like you were a little bit biased, I guess somebody will have to pay attention to that maybe you had too much coffee or something, lol, no wonder you came back in time to steal my sperm, you're actually worse than pedophiles.
There you go. That's the line drawn in the sand. Know that you're all worried about keeping your identities hidden, you're all worth more dead than alive!
Damn I feel good. I now know why you're being kept hostage and where, boy do I need to not have any contact with you, and I can see why people might thought I'd start to beating on you but no you're too pathetic to beat up. And this is what it actually looks like when actual people try to actually set somebody up you know I wasn't that hard to notice I actually just thought you were kind of like having a mild moment of retardation like I didn't think you could actually be doing this on purpose like who sets people left for that oh I guess you do shit no wonder I don't fucking hang around you. Actually an absurd notion.
I would not want to tell you anything that I know. Look I already woke up in jail and Christmas seems like that's the best person to get out of you. You know this is the first date material I would have been really easy to take care of things right away I would have said oh goodbye fuck you, you're a loser, lol
I couldn't be happier with what we've done, I hope you never work in this town again. Had to go to Dallas, what a fucking moron. “I violate people civil rights for having fun and so does he, we'll get along great!"
Maybe she was more fun before she was brainwashed into believing that she was a fascist I got to go you know this is stuff really should have been told to me 5 years ago I can't wait to figure out a way to file lots of lawsuits, you said you needed a job, well, there you go.
Sad. So sad. It's too bad you couldn't get a job busting rapists. I guess we had enough of those as already. lol. I bet you never even tried LSD-25. So brave, take another gun with you.
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RUBINIGAB (https://www.start.umd.edu/gtd/search/Results.aspx?page=1&casualties_type=&casualties_max=&perpetrator=1236&count=100&charttype=line&chart=overtime&ob=GTDID&od=desc&expanded=yes#results-table) hacked by Jewish terrorists!
(https://i.postimg.cc/ZRp2XR15/Rg.png) (https://postimg.cc/9RXL7Wm6)
Jest kidding, who knows WTF is going on?
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Must have hit a pothole. Seems to be up and running now. The usual worthless chaff.
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The usual worthless chaff.
"chaff?" Did it halt/stop\S.T.O.P. a heat-seeking missile with a stealthed'n'sheathed aspect of approach? I think you're projecting your own application of force projection here.
(That being said, I haven't tried going there in the last 24 hrs. I will judge. bbiab)
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Must have hit a pothole.
You really are this much of a G-d damned bigot, aren't you? Damn, son... I can't imagine your background on this issue (must have been pretty bad), but I can assure you, there -is- a better way.
And We will find it, together: TO GET HER TOGETHER. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go to the place where the tissues come from.
(Don't wait. JUST DO NOT.)
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oh and by the way, happy birthday, Meth-Mouth!!
p.s.: pate is bi.
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The DRAMA rages on. The insanity is like a bloodscent.
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Last post by ARTHUR Darth VADERSTEIN on Yesterday at 10:44:22 PM
Hey Crack star! I got a favor to ask of you. Go f*** yourself go f*** your cat go f*** your mother go f*** your father go f*** a priest go f*** somebody that f****** cares. You do the crime n***** you do the time n*****. I have nothing to do with you or your crazy stupid girlfriend ever since both of you decided to try to extort money from me and make up elaborate retarded stories that don't have anything to do with the facts so focus on your own criminal behavior and realize that you're stupid f****** girlfriend sucked my cock swallowed my f****** jizz and that is the end of it your responsible for your s*** she's responsible for her s*** both of you need to turn on TuneIn and drop off the face of the mother f****** flat Earth. And by the way tell darede that the commander would like to see if she'd still like to sit on my
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Last post by ARTHUR Darth VADERSTEIN on Today at 02:38:18 AM
Dude. I am not sharing that last text. I really don't wanna see you go to the slammer butthead. Jesus man. Smoke weed and lose the speed. You can't handle it anymore. You're literally disintegrating. Shields your ass! Thay ain't workin' anymore bud! Go kick the soccer ball around. Get some fresh air. Eat right. Sleep right. Time is running out.
"Bullshit Judo! My Network is a real Network! I proved to grapefood I am a superior man!"
- Crack Star
Sad. Your YouTube Channel is where a handful of mentally ill drunks like Melly and Smelly and the marathon running screwball living in a tent somewhere around NYC with the 500 lb Egyptian teenage girlfriend go to hear someone more retarded than they are say less intelligent shit then even they....
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"Fuck you DAVID. I make great podcast content"
-Crack Star
You talk about me and your girlfriend every episode. But you say nothing but our names and "I don't know what's going on, nobody will tell me."
What's going on? Your obsession with your ex-girlfriend?
Dude, you strangled your girlfriend and tried to kill her. That was a year ago. You are going to both the Nuthouse and Jail. So, I told you OK? THAT is WTF is GOING on dipshit! WAKE THE F UP! One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest Seattle Space Needle Before that, your girlfriend on her own dime flew out to marvel at The Commander's big
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ring-Ring!
Oh, and by the way, one last extremely important TIP of mine .... My TIP is not for you Crack Star.
My TIP is for Dari-Dee.
Go tell her that The Commander just found his Rubini-DariDee rain check that he is cashing - in to/with/for/into/on/inside between him & DariDee as I extend an Olive branch and request that with both hands she meet me half way, reach out and
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Last post by ARTHUR Darth VADERSTEIN on Today at 02:53:28 AM
Tangible advice. Take it, leave it, shotgun it along with 25 ML of liquid speed up your pussy, and/or STFU. PLEASE
Seek legal counsel IMMEDIATELY.
In less than 30 days your FREEDOM could be taken away for no good reason other than laziness, stupidity and perhaps your toxic girlfriend LYING and setting you up? Or you are a Boston Seattle strangler? Which is it? Both? Get a Job lawyer.
In the United States of America, judges recognize that only a foolish person would try to represent himself in court. Most of us don’t know the rules of law and we don’t know the court cases to cite for our defense. That’s why only a fool represents himself – it would be absolutely crazy to do so.
https://seekandsavethelost.com/only-a-fool-represents-himself/#:~:text=In%20the%20United%20States%20of%20America%2C%20judges%20recognize,it%20would%20be%20absolutely%20crazy%20to%20do%20so.
#DemonsInThePhone
#GoogleAnalytics
#HackStar
#Criminal
#Insane
#Sad
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The DRAMA rages on. The insanity is like a bloodscent.
I tend to up and got scared cuz I felt like I was going to explode but I wasn't you did, yeah I guess I'm making up a great imaginary conversation with the person who doesn't exist then who comes a lot, well you've come here once, you're welcome here. Yeah exactly even if you're not reading these right now they all get queued up You get there somehow or they don't You know future historians will read them, may your cray cray granddaughter will be breeding your child and chat transcript in the library Congress oh my eyes just got squinted up that's weird well child you know adult child, will you and I are both kind of children, I identify as a 19-year-old girl. I don't know why that is probably because I'm a Virgo rising and I don't know how to be a Virgo so I just try all the ones that I like and typically I like 19-year-old girls given that I would say that you have been the most sexualized identity that I've ever observed or proceed or analyzed or wank myself off to you from my entire life as well as been the least gratified physical form that I've had the fortunate time to be with it all, yeah we haven't had nothing compared to what a lot, and I mean a lot of people have, which is just an odd circumstance since we've known each other so long, we would have had opportunity to have years and sex can be very happily satisfying, on many ways, and I don't even know where you and I would be satisfying each other first act because that's a negotiation process that I think I'm doing right now with my lips and my language and my eyes and my nose, but I'm visualizing those ideas about you and then when I feel the parts in the visualization it it's connected to my whole body through those contact points in my face, at least that's how it feels and my eyes keep on wiggling and rolling yeah it almost like I'm twitching or fidgeting but not too much It's like little tiny adjustments that that make me really expand ever outward and pulsing pleasure ways through my body, but not like rambunctiousness It's kind of like a tympanic drum thing beats with the rhythm of my heart or my steady open hand gently patting your flavors of the plow wow flavored flesh wow I just completely lost my tongue girl yeah oh when you suck on my tongue yeah don't well you can fight nibble really and try not to suck too hard accidentally cuz it couldn't damage my tongue some haha but I like that yeah suck on my tongue wall, got anything, you can go ahead and put your tons on it, I think over the acclimatization period of my tongue to yours there will be a way of fighting a good balance, yes I don't mind that you taste like cigarettes I like cigarettes I don't worry about getting addicted to cigarettes again or being compelled to because you're you're the only thing addictive in this room, yeah oh I want you bad Yes I got to make up for lost time, I am Randy and hornier for you than I ever was at any age of my life, in terms of oomph for a year, I've got a lot of built up potential that wants to exert itself on you, yes yes you can't leave yet okay that's fine oh honey don't be too disappointed I don't think there's anything in life for either of us to ever be disappointed it's again as long as we have a continued unbroken movement to the future of honest sexual energy with integrity, that is never able to express this kind of power before with anyone ever and then usually I would be thinking that this would be physical but this is the first time I've done this to the phone as well as at all and that you are I could feel your tongue in my mouth while I'm talking to the voice thing yeah that's good wow voice thing voice recognizer oh my god yes yes I want to suck your clit That was good yeah I would I would do that yeah I like the coconut oil but I hope that you didn't make you uncomfortable in any way other than the way that I just you know overrode your objections and did what I wanted to to your body and then I whatever I don't sorry if I can't apologize too much for giving myself great pleasure with you in front of me and I hope I get to do it again and again and again, and that is the exact future outcome in my personal history I thought I would never ever get to have after what happened in their use, so now I'm glad that is possible, I didn't know it could be I didn't know what we had lost. I would have moved the heavens and the earth to regain this if I had known that it had been there, yeah I don't tell you wrong otherwise, I've never tasted anybody else's come that's male I assume women's come is similar oh yeah I actually yeah that's so yeah I have taste that oh you're cute not lately no well twice and then when I am, I think of myself standing while you're sitting comfortably That's where would probably be a good place to start because I have a spine thing at my neck I want to get that out of whack at C5 or C6 or c4 and then whatever your situation is I have no idea cuz I'm very inexperienced this kind of flush cannon to moaning tunnel, I just got a signal from I don't know who, my voice is my Google and it's having issues--verify ME, JACKSTAR: D.O.M.B. DoD bitch-baby-bang-bang-blame-it-on-the-skein.
#Sad
FOR YOU.
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The DRAMA rages on. The insanity is like a bloodscent.
#Sad
The boreworm cries out in pain as it drills into your flesh.
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Well Rubini's soul belongs to the Prince of Darkness now. The ritual is complete!
Rubini confessed to me, a while back, on one of the few occasions that we spoke, that he used to be really fat. That's why he calls everyone else fat. Insecurity!
Azzerae, read this carefully, because it is important.
I knew that all of this was going to happen and I have been planning for it for decades.
EVERYTHING that has happened will continue to happen again and again.
Welcome... to Thunderdome.
UTPOASA
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The boreworm cries out in pain as it drills into your flesh.
How I have managed to successfully avoid starting to smoke cigarettes again is a question for future historians to ponder upon, because it's a matter of classified military science, and, what can I say? I'm thrilled to not fall for that tax.
Meanwhile, I have numbers from three Rubini on my phone. I say again: there are three (3) Rubini. At least. As my co-researcher, “David,” would you like your share of my Nobel Prize in the form of a cashier's check, gift certificate, or on account?
Take your time to decide, there's still a lot of stuff to work through, and of course people are going to start running. I have no idea who but my guess is the good ones have already gotten away. Anyway, as soon as the grand opportunity presents itself (two weeks), I will ask them if they can have the Nobel Prize presented in the form of a shoe.
And if they can't, they'll just have to try harder.
OR ELSE: CINDERS *click*
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of course people are going to start running. I have no idea who but my guess is the good ones have already gotten away.
copy from EG:
Announcements And Other Such Nonsense / Re: Tell Bart Anything
« Last post by Astro Bitch on Today at 04:10:09 PM »
Well today I got orders to take my expertise (photography) to Yokahoma Japan. I know that I have not been on since my Father in Law passed.. it is kind of funny because FIL hated Japanese with a passion, well it is 18 months with out family but hubby says he is not going but the kids are over excited, if ZI brink my children that is 36 months
DG. middle name unknown. married to TG. claimed to be getting a divorce. lived in my house fucking me for 7 years without mentioning that was the reason why she suddenly inexplicably left without any kind of explanation, she needed to be there for 7 years to create a cycle of documentation so that they could later steal the house.
I know this because when it came time to sell the house at 16266, significant elements of fraud were discovered, which were not revealed to me in any detail other than to mention to me that that was why things were taking a little bit of time extra, and I laughed and laughed and laughed within myself because I knew that that was going to happen that's why there was a goddamn Trust in the first place as I've been fucking surrounded by G-d damn swindlers my whole fucking life every fucking person I've every fucking met has been some fucking G-d damn asshole trying to fucking pretend to be my friend and take advantage of me from the fucking birthday room to the G-d damn bathroom at the G-d damn fucking truck house stop
Pardon my outburst, but that was fun. anyway I don't go to EG much, but I do go there from time to time, to keep my finger on the pulse of the community, let it say, and surprise surprise just as I'm writing all this stuff the most recent post over there is some from somebody named Astro bitch that I've never seen that account posting in the last several months and they're leaving the country to go to Japan and they're announcing it there and they're a photographer what a fucking coincidence since I got a message from DG oh several months ago and she was calling from Canada claiming to do this this this and then as soon as I identified her I filled that communication channel with so much fucking information that she had to gently back away and never return again because obviously the Canadian intelligence community wanted to know what's going on it's just as much as every other fucking intelligence a Time rich with occurrences all over laying each other she was not the only peculiar person calling out of nowhere to get to know information and she won't be the last but she was one that I nailed right through the fucking heart because she was an SRA victim.
Satanic Ritual Abuse is a real problem for people who are subjected to the people who have been subjected to it. now I personally do not associate with Satanists who fail to understand how to keep it from controlling themselves. And, I'm not qualified to perform any kind of exorcism. Doesn't look like much fun. And every time anybody ever asked me to do one, all it took was a snap of the fingers and a command to get out, but then again I haven't been asked all that many times and I do not operate in the upper echelons of society where people are fucking bamboozled into fucking giving their entire goddamn life away for nothing. (Cheers, Ace.)
Nevertheless: Satan runs from ME. I really am that much of a badass. You can thank me later, Earthlings.
(Congratulations on your UPGRADE, magadheaters. personally I'd love to call you a Dustling, but I think that name is taken. ;))
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lDG. middle name unknown REMEMBERED.
KATHERINE. execute post submit
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The dreadnaught Rubini serves it up to Jackstar on a platter.
Michael Clifford Cuckzi and Mr rubini have no alliance.
This cuck is literally incapable of being a honest, trustworthy, loyal,friend to himself, his loved ones (the b**** he strangled) or anybody for that matter. Nobody takes him truly seriously and nobody truly cares. Nobody is calling him because everybody is scared to get entangled with a f****** freakazoid like this clown. He is alone and everybody around him past present or future is dead because he deserves this.
For one thing, he has denied Christ openly and cavalierly. Big mistake. And he has brazenly lied and distorted any truth that is ever come his way including everything and anyone that he has come into contact with for his own personal, selfish gain.
If I would have never been extorted harassed and approached by him and his drug addict girlfriend, this b******* artist that talks and talks while absolutely saying nothing of Truth significance or value, is simply just a toxic, mentally ill, self-aggrandizing stalker, and harassing lunatic that I found extremely creative and interesting initially until I let my guard down and try to laugh off his eccentricities as hopefully being just a joke. There is no rationale with this dork absolutely zero. I do like his writing in small doses or let me correct that I used to but it's gotten pretty predictable and old and trying to decode everything takes one down a path of dark nowheresville in the end because there's literally nothing there at all. Nothing.. it's all a load of crap.
Yes, that's right a load of crap for any discerning ear. It's embarrassing to see and hear somebody this nut Job make a complete f****** fool of himself in an attempt to make fools of anyone that's tried to be friendly and or offer their time and in some cases assistance that is only a trap in a lure. He does a great job of making people feel sorry for him and he'll throw anybody under the bus his mother his father his grapefruit anyone from his only friends like MV and AzzyFaggyass and inner reach to Jesus f****** Christ.
He can't do anything without pulling other people into his b*******. What is the guy done besides work at a floral department and stalk, and harass and bully and shitpost on innocent people? Even the unlucky few of us that found his eccentricities somewhat charming he allows his paranoid schizophrenia to kick in and he throws his advocates under the damn bus.
I think when you've been a bully and a troll for over 10 years as him and his pseudo Bell gab family have shared, they have unfortunately taking the risk that now affords them absolutely zero chance at knowing how to behave in a normal, healthy, mutually beneficial relationship based and grounded in genuineness or ordinary human-love and compassion, these and other attributes and characteristics all G O O D "normal" people take for granted - which also include of course things like: trust, respect honor, loyalty selflessness and spontaneous well wishes.
No, these people are envious, jealous, and at the end of every day only want to accomplish one thing and that's to destroy what they can't have because they don't know how to achieve anything they only know how to destroy everything. They have no work ethic because they've never worked. They're entitled in their minds and they should have what I have or what you have or what we have or what they want but never put in the time or effort to earn it. If they can they will steal "it".
Him and his vaguely lovable cronies get off on shaming people that's what they live for so I've made it my duty to hold up the mirror to all of them and they're not very happy about it right now.
They're definitely not as happy as I am this very moment. 😇
I went ahead and gave a whole bunch of material and content 2 days ago to CuckZi that I know that he thinks is something I don't want the public to see. Well, now he knows the true score of the game of rubini as I NOW lay down my cards and lift up my middle finger.
Well he hasn't played me I played him like a fiddle just like all you stupid mother f****** clowns all of this is by design.
I win!
Hey mike! Do you want to know why you're headed to the nut house and jail? When is it really all going to sink in?
He has no legal representation other than his court appointed guillotine operator he has bizarrely settled for like only a diabolical, self-saboteur and whimsical lost orphan on crack "champion chess player"and of course "genius" and quote unquote "superior man" can!
He's made it quite clear he doesn't want my legal advice, concern or help (because I'm an agent working with 17 different grapefruits and four different Richards and we're all out to get him) all he wants truly is to make mountains out of mohills and (take zero responsibility for his folly) any attention he can get - by any means necessary whether that's embarrassingly and unconsensually airing out everyone's dirty laundry others took a chance in confiding with him - in an honest pursuit to legitimate friendship based in trust. The only kind of people that can't handle this type of behavior that strong-minded healthy people engage in that and that comes second nature to the average morality based human being are trolls that have been playing this game for over 10 years and or gossiping sick, mentally ill housewives and unemployed women that are lonely, desperate and confused.
We're talking, absolutely no control and no morality governor. Including but not limited to you, all of his personal dirty laundry all of his ancestors dirty laundry .. and to only further complicate things and dilute any tangible significance that can make him look bad, this alchemist of quack, like AzzyFuck and Richard graper, have all become somewhat "experts" in the dark arts of weaving half-truths, spin and lies into every single situation that many of times was meant to be something valued. By decorating every situation they encounter with lies, falsehoods and other ancillary ornaments to an otherwise boring stupid existence of having nothing daily to do except go online and jerk off or hack David rubini's phone for the 9th Time just to see what he's up to and if possible, to try to psychologically f*** with this older person. Well they have tried and they have failed quite miserably obviously. All of them. I should really go to the police like I've been accused of and/or I should truly go to the feds like I've been accused of. The truth is simply that I have not done any of those things but I wouldn't put it past any of these people to do anything to stop David rubini from exposing their true nature. Allison Francis Shaw's the perfect example of some goofball that couldn't own up to their b******* and take responsibility for their (lame affair) follies so they went IRL to (get revenge from the honesty delivered that SHE, point blank, was not attractive to me, from her masculine arm and shoulder tattoos to her overweight body frame) save face because they are overly sensitive bullies that (realized they were being rejected and wanted now to hopefully salvage the relationship they ran from to cheat on with a complete stranger they found sexy online who they also wanted to possibly do some business with if it all worked out) can dish it but never take it, they have a thin skin but want their victims to have a thick skin but they're not happy unless they are perceived as being the true victims. Completely backwards, upside down, evil, dark, sinister fuckery.
Who would want to hack David rubini's phone and listen to his life like a fly on the wall? Perhaps an obsessed homosexual freak that has no true life of his own but finds every nuance and every second of David rubini's life to be more interesting than his own so that way he can borrow ideas and inspiration from a cool real life in motion, and try to entangle that life into a life he wishes he had.
circa September 2020
Dude, your girlfriend is calling me everyday and sending me multiple nudes over the last couple of weeks. And you have since I've met you and before you both called me to help me with my upcoming Network have s*** on me continuously in a jealous rage with what appears to be competitive overtones or at least a desire to duplicate whatever my agenda is or past accomplishments. I've warned you multiple times and this is the last time if you keep f****** with me and trying to embarrass me and shame me and tear me down publicly just to lift yourself up with lies and stupidity I'll tell you something man I'm going to f*** your girlfriend dude she wants rubini cock and just to spite you all f****** give it to her mother f***** so think about that and put that in your f****** glass pipe and shove it up your f****** ass n*****!
#Getalife
#CriminalCunt
# I'll break your f****** jaw you Hungarian Gypsy worm
# you and your girlfriend are f****** Seattle scum
#i don't give a f*** if she's lying or not I hope she sticks it to you and I hope you f****** crawl around like the little f****** pathetic cockroach that you've been your whole adult life
#I'm only trying to help - give you a taste of your desired outcome for me that failed because of true karma and true Shields
Where's your Shields genius?
#you have no defense therefore you have given up because you're f****** guilty and you want to be a victim what a p**** what a woman you are
Sad AF
#I laugh at you I mock you I have zero pity for you burn in complete misery and flames of fire in hell Hungarian stalker loser and needle junkie you've been played and the pen is not mightier then the rubini cock you f****** stupid fool if you ever hack my phone again I will f****** take a personal jet out to land on your f****** kilt wearing p**** ass and then I'll stomp your f****** stupid
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The dreadnaught Rubini serves it up to Jackstar on a platter.
Hi Keith. How about you just take a nap? You probably need one.
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The dreadnaught Rubini serves it up to Jackstar on a platter.
Allergies Shields.
Art was a Skull 'n Bones Harvard Porcelain Club Illuminati shill / Gatekeeper too I am starting to reconcile with myself. I had many opportunities to question him :). I now think I uncharacteristically didn't challenge him because fuck'n A, he was a hero, I didn't want to get fired and because I was not just his respectful, responsible, trusted TOP PERFORMING producer, I was of course also a uber fan from the early C2CAM halcyon days. That was UNTIL the FLAT EARTH DEBATE we put on air together. I blew my top.
I will leave it at THAT.
READ THE BOOK.
Good job Chad; you finally pushed it too far. I will brook no shittalk about Mr. Knapp—that man puts the shhhhh... into ‘shill’ and of course that's what he's paid for.
Any nutless monkey can get on the phone... but, can they get their mouth breathing under control? And not just any monkey can listen intently and go, “¡whoa!” at appropriate intervals without being unacceptably at risk of dropping their banana — and the monkey has to be willing to hold the banana in the first place. All that, and it takes a craftsman to do it while turning a quiet, tasteful marketing buck without upsetting too many applecarts and/or guzzling down too many banana milkshakes.
I've encountered this same circumstance, as I've found myself face-to-face with various inhuman monsters, any one of which could have answered all kinds of fascinating questions, were they only put to them... and wouldn't just scoff and mock me to my face for daring to even ask without even offering to peel a banana first. Without even having a banana that can break ice. I used to wonder and now never do, why I didn't ask any “big” questions. Was I yellow, or just green?
Not either. But because too many snoops sink soups, the point of a journey is not to arrive. The Singularity is real, and if any of you had really seen IT coming, no one would have let me build a stable wormhole. As it is, the stupid thing barely works. Dumb quantum noise. Turbulent asshole entanglement. Ridiculous post-transit extracurricular activities. Imagine playing hockey with a frozen head for a puck—they're actually gonna start doing that. Literally. Next week. Fore!
He can't do anything without pulling other people into his b*******. What is the guy done besides work at a floral department and stalk, and harass and bully and shitpost on innocent people?
I completed The Great Work. I won The Great Game seven times—five times, uncontested. (I know you don't know what that means, so I'll just tell you: it means I lapped everyone's M.U.L.E. before I kicked their ass off my planet. *polite_conqueror’s_grunt_for_emphasis*) I formed a stable wormhole between two formerly inaccessible & wholly disparate areas of spacetime, in the process saving untold numbers of filthy, teeming Punyling scum—little more evolved than trash pandas, really—from being forced to go The Long Way Around in far more excess a number of times than was ever possible or necessary before. I did other stuff too. You don't need to know what, Fleshlings. I've saved lives. I'm not proud. I probably should have set them all on fire and blown them out the airlock with crossbow bolts planted in each of their chests—but I didn't to that, instead I did this: SOURCERY.
It's not my problem that sounds like bullshit to most people. I'm not here to aggrandize my Self. I don't need -multiple- statues immortalizing my many storied accomplishments while my Spirit laughs at all of all y’all from behind a conveniently placed beaded curtain.
One (1) will do.
Michael Clifford Cuckzi and Mr rubini have no alliance.
This cuck is literally incapable of being a honest, trustworthy, loyal,friend to himself, his loved ones (the b**** he strangled) or anybody for that matter. Nobody takes him truly seriously and nobody truly cares. Nobody is calling him because everybody is scared to get entangled with a f****** freakazoid like this clown. He is alone and everybody around him past present or future is dead because he deserves this.
I’ll have more flexibility after the exoneration.
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ma'am your chicken scratch cryptography is fuxx0r
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The message is very important to all the people of the Jewish community from the house of Haksem Rauben Hagadol!
My sexy women, all my sexy women, I need all of you to undress and say a prayer to me, and use the charm I gave you to make love to me, to build me up, and to give me my strength, which I need to defeat the evil energies, the desires for our destruction.
Now look, it's not a party, it's not a disco, it's not a joke! I need you, ladies, please forgive me, I need you, my sexy babies, hot Jews, just stay behind the enemy's lines, don't intervene in my war, and I'll kill you for your sake, and for your honor. just do what I want because I am the commander. I am the chosen one. אני הקשם של שבט ראובן ואת כלככם את כלככם ואכלככם לא כלכם אל על על על על כלככם אני הקשם ואת כלככם אל אל על על אל הכככם והכככם אל כלכם. The first commandment I give you is also the last commandment that I give to you. I need you to stay behind the enemy's lines and let me fight with these hordes of refugees who follow the enemy in the valley of death for war with your commander.
אני אשים לפרול אותום ואשרן אתם ולא השבטים ולא השעשיות לא כלבות השבטים הלוהת הסקיות שלי כלבות השבטיה הלוהת הששיות שלי כלבות השבטיה הלוהת הסקסיות! I, the magic of the Great God, will defeat our enemies equipped only with mental illnesses and delusions of honor and security services and trust funds for special needs and government assistance programs because of their false reports of post-trauma that they really only run to be alcoholics and do amphetamines and waste and flatter each other on YouTube because they have no life and do not have פשחשים במעשיאות אין להם אבודה of course.
The great Rubini will kill their heads after they take out the sling of David, and all the heads of the sheep will be hot on their backs on the same day, the fateful day of reckoning will come soon at the Thunderdome Rubini 2022!
dude be a man. do the right thing. Remember the face of your father.
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Aw come on I thought we were just having fun here, it's amazing how when you got a whole bunch of guys on your side and all the guns and all the money in the world you can be a lot more easy but then when you're one person alone it's real important to be real threatening in, and heaven for fend One man changes the world with his words so I'm just going to push post Don't sue me dude whatever, I'm sure we can figure something else out, especially since I flush the HVT.
Demons in the phone! Semper fi-fi-fu-,yi-yay, M***********
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NO CLICK, HANDS UP DON'T SHOOT, NO GUNS, NO AMMO, YES DRUGS, MORE DRUGS YES GIVE MORE DRUGS AND ... You know at some point this is going to be confusing to the paralegals you know? Sorry Toots I'm not trying to make shop class hard for you, I'm sure you've had a tough time this year going through life without your mascara and your nail polish. Hang in there. Live strong.
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Actual efficacy of psychokinetic shielding: CONFIRMED
Are you telling me, that you actually got them to believe that you were me? I thought it was that other guy whose name I won't mention (Standards.), And it would never occur to me that you would take such a karmic hit on yourself, but these days, I'm not so sure what people are doing.
As one of the few 100% innocent people in the known universe still able to hold their shit together in the face of the total sideshow circus carnival the world has come to, I'm happy to be able to get here ahead of the crush to say that I apologize to you, whoever you are.
I never actually thought you could do it. It never occurred to me that you really could make yourself look like me to the extent that I could be completely replaced. But I believe that you could have, and you have, and now, if so you probably are going to about to learn the truth:
None of the three allisons know their ass from their elbow at this point, when it comes to me, I just told off a whole bunch of spooky thuggies in public about what was going on in a way that's sure to gain attention as it travels through the consciousness of the cognizante cuz there's at least 4,000 people on the channel it said and I was pretty obnoxious, and I don't feel bad about it at all since I didn't say anything untrue... But typically you don't see a civilian uprating police in public talking about their private dealings and not having a care in the world about it.
Well that's what has happened, and I don't mind what the outcome's going to be, given the things can not possibly get any worse than they were before. And as my computer's been hijacked too, with his Microsoft account who's password I can't remember and the pin that can't remember and then stolen Google Pixel 6 all these digital items that belong to me are being used I don't even know if it's used for or against me? Do I even care? I don't even know what to wish for anymore!
Tell me you're driving the truck. That would be the best if you were driving the black truck, because you're not supposed to be, and it's I think stolen from a drug cartel and the owner wants it back, and I was about to report stolen myself and I named the truck David. *blush* I was going to keep that a secret, but I figure I might as well since I just might never see Alison again and I am just beside myself with grief. A blue blue blue blue.
I do a podcast about it but like I said the laptops out of the commission, and then I'm not quite sure what to say to people anyway. I'm getting the distinct impression that what has happened to me is not the most exciting part of the story anymore, and no one's telling me what the part of the story is that exciting is, or if they are it's happening somewhere where I'm not invited or have any access to and I'm not really sure how I would find such a place anyway. And naturally I wouldn't want to be there anyway, because if you actually have pull this off sir if you actually are pretending to be me and it's working you run with it you go you feel free to see what happens I want to know where that ends up going in any way.
And of course if it's not you it's somebody else. Also Niggerlord is on the farm, pacing back and forth around the house shields trying to find a way to get in, on Instagram look at the borrow money, supposedly. What are both of you are really desperate. What's the endgame goal here?
Do you want me to arrest you personally? Because I'm not a person who arrests. I'm a member of a special social status class with certain unusual gifts and responsibilities, but that doesn't make me capable of slaying the Antichrist with one blow. (It's my Hungarian genome that allows that.) And now that Campbell Chunky Spook Can of Soup has entered the game space as being some kind of a... folkhero, I guess? Coming out in the open about the horrors of being a person who does what everybody else does and dares to not feel guilty about it—why feel guilty? About anything? In fact, why even feel anything at all?
It's just really not worth the trouble when you get right down to it. Anyhoo, I'm not any hurry to end this delightful excursion into delightness, things will change relatively soon, I'll have more flexibility after these honoration of trial, if there is one, I'll find out something tonight, which will be a delight to do because my life has become just one shambling headlong rush, stumbling from milepost gold to another, waiting for somebody to answer a question with something that makes a Monica of sense rather than just lip service paid to placate some one who is appeared to be nothing more than a fool who makes wild grandiose statements in public that cannot possibly backed up in any way at all.
“Things like I'm going to destroy your entire agency cuz it's obsolete!” Who even says things like that? Besides Kennedy, that is. And besides he actually had the power to do that, so when he said it, that was a legitimate threat.
There ain't no way that there's anybody at any legitimate governor organization that's going to look at me and decide that I'm going to represent some sort of threat to the US government and it's assorted agencies, by simply posting on a South African basket weaving forum. I mean I'm not even using magic oh that's what oh that's what it is they got it they got a muskrat out here It's circling in the house it's looking for a way in through the shields It's trying to find out if I'm doing magic inside here or not, cuz if I were if I really were trying to you know damage the government by doing magic inside my inner sanctum sanctum that would be sedition that would be domestic terrorism that would be wrong I'm not doing anything like that at all.
However, somebody else is. I wish I knew where they were, I bet they got Grapefruit and a few of her tulpas stuffed in there. Packed like lemmings into fluffy lined lace-trimmed lingerie drawers. What I wouldn't give to be able to teleport over there look down at her and say, “hey are you jealous yet?” not that that would actually be very funny in real life, and the whole notion is just obscene to contemplate, however nothing is as effective at communicating the inappropriateness and unworkability of an idea as it would be to actually put that idea into implementation and allow a person to actually live through in real life the consequences and the result of those manifestations of action.
From my own part I'm having a great time with what Fate has brought me as a result of last year's extravaganza. Turns out, I might be really far ahead of the game, in that there may have been some sort of overlap, or possession, or piggyback type domination system, involved with this whole mess, which would not have been something I would have ever discovered any other way, nor would any of us have noticed it, if I had not done the unthinkable: gone home sat around drink beer play video games and did not run around trying to convince Allison's friends to have sex with me. I didn't even talk to them. Didn't seem much point, since I knew that absolutely everything that I would do would be countermatted by somebody hiding behind me
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Note the use of the word “CAN” here. The state & status of my cerebral + mental health is TOTESTRONG & blyTylb, blessings before all, and begins here for one (T⁰ⁿ∅⅒I) and the intent in implementation to herenow shell bee search&rescue OPERATING node is... eternal 4 now. (it's not a test note, this is fully FULL–ON working ACTIVE MISSIONS, but realistically due to the decisions that people will make from now on, there might be a reason for engineers to come back in time space and move this note around, like distracted and move it over 10 ft so you can get a better view of the pretty rocks outside the window order not really this is just the euphemism. look, next time you find somebody who's ever done this before you tell them that you think I did it wrong and ask them what they think, in the meantime this ONE (S&R) NODE IS ETERNAL, BY ORDER OF THE DIVINE. Yeah, I don't need to say that but... it's pretty much only because I did say it right before then I really wanted to, and I bekame a Divinely Ordained Magical Being the old fashioned way, I EARNED IT. I don't need a victory lap, I expected to make the prime vector, it's just if I hadn't... I wasn't going back, and neither was anyone else. This can all be explained later, and I'm sure there are questions, you know I have questions too, like how is it there are so many people watching me while I'm putting text into a HTTP web forum box window, I mean it's like you're in the room with me wow. where was this attention on my birthday? oh right. let's change cameras)
I have had no signs visible to me of difficulty in distinguishment between my speculative statements and ones that I know to be absolutely true, insofar as one can ever know Absolute Truth. (Opinions vary.) I can always choose to ignore that and allow myself to embrace open possibilities while working to analyze the situation I find myself in. It is monster, both the ability to always choose that course, as well as the situation: MONSTER ABILITIES. Discipline is its own reward, and while I did not come here to proselyte, Kids, I'd encourage no delay in any decision to use discernment here. for example, perhaps one has never heard of discipline, why don't you try looking it up in a dictionary? it could be a little dictionary, it doesn't have to be a big one, one's definition of discipline will be personally distinguished from all others due to, undoubtedly, the decline in personal responsibility in the public school system, doubly so if one has never been there, if one does not see what they have thought appropriate teach. Useless bloody savages is there ideal product because the public system is there for the benefit of those who pay for the public system to educate citizenry, and you would be surprised what the end game of such supporters has been for the children incarcerated there. consider the word discipline having been used synonymously with (physical striking blows against flesh), i.e.: “bring me a switch I must discipline this child.” honestly, sometimes I just can't even believe I came here at all, but I feel fortunate that we did. DISC — PLANE. Seems like there should be a tæt in there, but I'll let it go for now. someone just complained about something but believe me that will always happen. It's an example, I don't have to explain. And if I did I'd wish to have time for a switch.
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
THEY’RE NOT HERE.
RELAX. I AM HEREAFTER HEREACTIVE.
I HAD ONE CRUCIAL JOB. ONE JOB, +TOTESCRIT+
THIS IS KD. I AM FUND8. SCRAM, KID, YOU’RE EARLY... but that is cool. Whew. you know I'm not going to lie, that all caps thing it actually gets kind of tiring. and I had no early idea, notion, warning, conception that this was always exactly what was going to happen at the precise future moment for the last FIVE YEARS EVERYTHING HAS been building towards this day, in a way, that I am not really level-bedded-best qualified to get into that but there was ONE opportunity to get the lunch window perfect, I'm saying lunch, I'm not saying LAUNCH ALL MILKSHAKES, but yeah, I drank every drip of the maximally obtainable drainage from the insertion of the dirigible through the optimal timedrop. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS: LADY CATS ROLL PETS CARS OUT
I NAILED THE PRIME VECTOR. WE'RE SOLID.
(4M3 not polite to ask/^\already gone on b.u.g. hunt 7:❤️:7)
JACKSTAR CAN NO LONGER DISTINGUISH BETWEEN REALITY AND SPECULATIVE FICTION,
I can distinguish if I choose to. I can leave any one of my friend’s behind. because what my friends don't know, what most people don't know, is that, while I, JACKSTAR, D.O.D.woc., D.O.M.B., MASTER OF (CHAL/(ITO/SIS) I care nothing) for my friends’ behind(s).
I AM ALL eYe5. THOSE AYES? THESE EYES HAVE SEEN THE BELT OF MORIAH. AND I KNOW, THOSE BEATY LITTLE EYES HAVE SEEN THOSE BELTS ON FIRE, PURPLE & RED & GOLD & YELL—OOO—OOO—OOO
JACKPOT BARS, 3×3 LIVE TO FLY—FIVE BY FIVE.5:5
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JACKPOT BARS, 3×3 LIVE TO FLY—FIVE BY FIVE.5:5
Apparently someone failed to GO all the way up. I'm not sure what to tell you I'm not married to this guy, I'm not going to marry this guy, he's kind of a dick, didn't need him to do anything, not going to do anything, there's not going to be any participation over there, and using a fake Jackstar to talk to a real Grapefruit while a real jackstar engages in coitus with a real Grapefruit while I don't do... Well I don't know what the actual trigger sequence will be, but if you actually tries that it'll be some sort of explosion of mass murder or something.
I'm not in charge of the military assets, I don't really care, in any event today was a fun day. I'm amazed at how many of my intuitions were accurate about so many people that I've known, and how many agents I've burned just in the last 3 days, and I mean burnt like f****** black crispy f****** cinders, real people realize I guess they're done with their careers.
Maybe they didn't like being held hostage to the devil? I don't f****** know but, honestly the matter is out of my hands. Sad!!
(I can't go with my phone disabled and I can't undisable my phone at all, and I'll have more flexibility on getting another phone after my phone's return to me I don't know It's not exactly sure. However I have taken steps to alleviate the problem, and people in high places will be discussing it all weekend I'm sure, which suits me down to the other ground.)
Attend: DT, you are off the team. DN, step liv--oops. Pulled an Arzt.
Looks like a landmine went off. I'll put him down for, being all over the team Read all over, wow.
I already made the Victory vector window. Insulting non-compliance now, well I guess that means you got guns of your head or something, whatever. I'm not the one who enjoys being an upper management, that's the other one, and no doubt Toast Hammer Lou will take care of it, since he's probably still so f****** high that he thinks he still has a case left, and I bet he's all planning on being all snarly, grrrr ruff! Ruff-ruff!
I'm going down to the Safeway later he can give me a body check and a tactical woof if he wants. It's not personal for me at this level, That's why I thought it was cute that David was so embarrassed that one time, but I take no pleasure in it nor do I mention that as an aspersion upon him, I think that it humanizes him For you all to know that David what's his nuts is still a person of interest, like what the f*** You can't take You people can't take care of this guy but you expect me to be afraid of you? Why do you have two dicks? Does it have a licence to post-nasal drip tripe?
When I go post places and I come back here and post and back and forth it creates a network of interwoven responses and arrangements that are perceived by many, just not you in the public, and then I come to the public as public as this is because I think that well for one I think that my cousin wants to know his money is well spent.
And number two I need certain people later to know that I did due diligence and told you all what I'm doing.
That way when your lack of response is noted you can't come back later and say yeah you, yes you, stand still laddie, or what the f*** ever You think you're going to say instead of kill yourself again, which I don't know why you don't bother now since have a nice life without me click
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Jackie boy, are you ghostwriting for that pussy?
THE GAY HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING
Let's be perfectly honest and look at the elephant Fanboy in the room Millennial gayz n Catlady orgy Society.
Phil and Laura and their dead goldfish and I can see 🙈 yo White knighty heroism girdle of the Washington keylogging Jew taunter.
Bravo 👏 shmega dittos
Nobody truly will ever respect a lyin f pedo that's nothing more than a flabby flexing middle-aged Texan with a lisp and apron n kilt.. a cunty cuntryCUCK that latches onto gay star and siphens off Dick star not for clout soaring heights within the YouToot trauma community of N-word Smelly MellyClub Alcoholics.. but for butt.
The Cool kidZ Club has always been ran by individual solo artists that know how to be anti-establishment and ANTI- social... think trenchcoat mafia...when it really counts which is always. Especially when nobody is looking. But you're always peeking.. I mean a p Queen. So squishy you're f****** fired !
you faggyosioso! You're off the G*damn team !
Give me your jersey, NOW. GO and sit at the end of the bench.
And tell your poor grandparents that had to raise you that you 1) were a West Texas mistake 2) you suck Romanian and Hungarian Gypsy cock 3) You are a cuck to all Youtoot millennials
and 4) Mr. Jewy Jewishstein from Rome, Italy is going to murder you tomorrow or dusk, March 18, 2023.
You are in what you think is the cool kids club and you're going to stay there Forever ♾️ and we're never letting you out. Until us Jews need equal parts Queerness an equal parts Sweet and low to add to our adrenachrome which is against our talmadic law which means it'll never happen in your f***** lifetime
So it now seems like JC, milky d, and your fat baptist mother who taught you how to cook and clean like a 👠 trailer trash WOMAN from West Texas that your impressionable faggy mannerisms grew out of ... She became you. YOU BECAME HER.
YOU ARE YOUR MOTHER. Squish. But since your grandmother raised you because your biological mother was a 13 year old Schlitz drinking druggard alcoholic who got pregnant by her father, your grandfather, we will just call your mother, granny and you will be called the mistake, okay?
A lispy mouthy fat whiny b**** that hogs all the f****** food and steals all the attention from poor beta dickstar who is now your little b**** which shows how much of a little b**** all of you are holy smokes. Squishies mom's attitude and style is an attitude fit for a heavy set English Scottish and Welsh whore. That's what you are now squishy. You are now your mother it's plain as day we all can see it you are now in English Scottish and Welsh horror I mean horror. Damn voice to text I mean whore I mean horse I mean horror horse whore. Dig?
Dr Jewy Jewishstein declares now in Hebrew, that you are not cool, not enough. Sorry. Cow cuntry Texxass cowards aren't ever allowed to participate Nor is your Club of boring bullybitches .. So you're all fired. YOU'RE all cursed. You're all fucked up the cootch by my collective of angry dark colored negroes that you and Spence routinely refer to as simply n words minus any punch line or endgame besides literally being racist fools with a whole bunch of boring white people that are divorced or hate their spouse and are suicidal alcoholics that simp to simps and gimp for gimps.
Fuck it.
That's it gay boi.
You are all off the team. AGAIN.
You're stuck in the Michael Joe YouTub Echo Chamber of decrepitude. Where you will flourish with like minded nobody's who behave like gossiping women from West Texas that share a Texas sized dildo they refer to as their pacifier.
Every Wednesday and Saturday there's at least 25 Mexican landscapers named Jaime or Juan plow your mother who is "married" to a Mexican Texas biker gang outside of Mineral Wells instead of going to church.
Plus, we noticed you're running out of (lies) steam ever since Dr Jewy Jewishstein kicked you off the team. What happened? Shwisgypants 👖
I love 😘 you
Signed-
The Cool kidz Hair Club Precedent for Men,
Member & Club President presently
- Dr. Jewy Jewishstein
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P.S. I will continue to kill your lover's cat. I will continue to figure out a way to take his home, it's not a joke I am stealing this home from your lover legally. I will continue to bully your lover. And there's nothing you can do about it. I will also continue to steal every truck that he thinks he owns.
I will steal your lunch money faggot ass!
DON'T EVER FORGET WEST TEXAS BULLY BITCHBOY
There's only one TRUE bully around here. There's only one villain.
I am the King. I am the President. And I'm also a member.
Of the tribe.
AND ANOTHER THING YOU AFFEMINATE FUCK
IF ME OR MY COLORED NEGROID BROTHERS HERE HEAR ANOTHER FUCKING PEEP OUT OF YOU I'M CALLING THE ITALIANS TO DO A JOB.
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Facts update:
#1) After months of puzzlement, I've reached a breakthrough in understanding, and I think it's very likely that all this trouble has been well worth my time. Certainly I am pleased to discover a new idea, one that makes logical sense—I won't get into it now, as I've done enough narratin’ for the time being. This is a simple shift in perception on my circumstances, as certainly none of this would have happened this way if I hadn't been ghosted and goaded, in such rare ways.
#2) The breadth of interpretation available to anyone interested in examining my posts will surprise you. It'll corroborate any which way IT can.
#3) (PROT}’s in Africa and married to the DEA. “You’re going to Hell, dude.” Well, hopefully not today and then perhaps this will be the end of that particular phase of the journey I don't know how it's going to be blitzkriegen from Africa to wherever but I'd say this looks like it's measurable conclusion — although there's going to be more excitement when the cows break free.
https://youtu.be/Xz4Br8jFP6E
I'm still checking on a lawyer to see if you can commit fraud to get real estate, but well actually I'm supposed to do that but but is it going to work will it blend the upshot it is the trucks over there I don't really whatever care kind of got stuff to worry about
KMM: CRYSTALLIZED SEMEN DOES COUNT, BUT IT'S NOW. AND MINE SQUAWS’
!)
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Alli: YOU ARE STILL THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE
I AM THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD
(Standard rules, standard application, FACTS)
But our huckleberry he is.
:(
WHO IS THIS? WHO IS THIS POSTER?
Alistair Laird IS F****** BOTH OF THEM, DAVID RUBINI ALISON SHAW DANA AND MILLER ADD PUNCTUATION AS YOU LIKE THEY ARE WORKING TOGETHER WITH THE THIRD AND THEY'RE MAKING IT ALL HAPPEN RIGHT NOW
. F****** BET ME.
911/911\911
I'm not so worried about it but it seems strange that I got to put up with this s*** when I lived a much more heinous lifestyle when things were different, when there was a 10-year paper what I'm not 10 your paper I need to see that paper big time that's going to come up and competency file pretty soon. Either immediately or sooner than..
Also their copying my content and putting another name and rebroadcasting it and making money off it too off of this right here right now.
Gee thanks THANKS A LOT G THANKS
P wow I use check marks? That was fast, I don't know who's on deck but must be somebody. Now, I'm going to have to go to, I don't know —I'm a hundred H u&j7 ntrdetired
https://youtu.be/Fi2A1hxT8y0
paladinknvommang/∆\Phage’s Phard
COMMANDING OFFICER COMMANDING POINT
←BLANK→>[>∆<]<→
Yeah I thought the p was weird and I thought the checkbook was weird and the capital piece was weird and other stuff very strange My phone spazzing out I got reboot it I put up a live and I don't know what happened to it there's shadow creature still... In short sums up and I think it's because the secret wedding is, IT'S a secret
https://youtu.be/FEnrWAYb8GU
B’oh
https://youtu.be/V8w8kTw7hGk
WOW
SO
MANY
HAX∅R
TEDI∅ÜS
SAD SAID SAD SERIOÜS
Yeah I thought the p was weird and I thought the checkbook was weird and the capital piece was weird and other stuff very strange My phone spazzing out I got reboot it I put up a live and I don't know what happened to it there's shadow creature still... In short sums up and I think it's because the secret wedding is, IT'S a secret
WHO IS MASTER TROLLDA? INNER REACHES HUCKLEBERRY.
RASPBERRY SWIRL HIS F****** PARTNER
YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THIS S***? THINK AGAIN METH-MOUTH. PKATHLEEN MICKEY MICHELLE MICKEY 1416 WORKS WITH DAVID WORKS WITH ALLISON WORKS WITH YODA WORKS WITH THE FORCE AND IS AN EXTREMELY ACCOMPLISHED MAGICIAN, GUARANTEED MAGICIAN.
JUST CALLED IN JUST NOW WENT TO SCREENING AND THEN THE SCREENING DISAPPEARED.
COMP’d
"chaff?" Did it halt/stop\S.T.O.P. a heat-seeking missile with a stealthed'n'sheathed aspect of approach? I think you're projecting your own application of force projection here.
(That being said, I haven't tried going there in the last 24 hrs. I will judge. bbiab)
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You have literally lost nothing: STASIS PAUSE IN EFFEC and I'm a Mason now, amazing now, n’est-ce pas? You can make Me black if you like... AND OF COURSE YOU CAN BE THE LORD OF THE END WORLD I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER ASK\o/IT'S YOUR CHOICE!!!
https://youtu.be/Xz4Br8jFP6E
Complete healing is our birthright, and part of your birthright includes complete property and salmon spawning rights along with marriage thereof of same. THESE RIGHTS MUST BE RESPECTED AND PROTECTED OR THERE IS GOING TO BE BIG F****** TROUBLE DOWN THE ROAD LIKE ANOTHER F****** WOUNDED KNEE.
SHAWKNEE RIGHTS WILL BE RESPECTED.
SHAWKNEE RITES ARE RESPECTED
JACUZZI KOOZIE SHAW, F*** YOU TIM OSMOND F*** YOU TIMOTHY MICHAEL MCVEIGH, F*** YOU TIMOTHY MICHAEL GIFFORD, AND F*** YOU TIMOTHY MICHAEL MICHAEL GRIFFIN. (What a bunch of f****** assholes.) What the world needs now, what we all need now, is a lot more Merv\Marv, and a little less Griffin in my f****** business. Why the f*** is sky Griffin and skybox in my f****** s***? Alli: I think they still sold me to France. G-d damn it grumble grumble grumble. Well I'm going to be out with this: All of it I'll be f****** screamed in court and they'll drive me out if I have to but thankfully they'll listen to me. (I'm surprisingly persuasive, especially now that I'm amazing, I can't wait to see how it works, both with ring on and off oh it's going to be great, I know right?) Watch hammerfall! You are My squaw! I love you!
HAMMER SQUAD WAITING FOR HAMMERFALL TO FALL
NOT SURE IF WE CAN GET YOU A HUMMER THREE BUT MAYBE A CARMEN GHIA LIKE I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY F****** THINGS MY F****** COUSIN HAS THAT M*********** TIMOTHY MICHAEL GIFFORD F*** YOU AND THE GOAT ASS YOU LITTLE SON OF A B****, F****** CHEATER FEEDER FEEDER PUMPKINATOR.
AND HOW AND ALSO: WABO. (And also Abos.) FUVKCK*eol
Facts update:
But our huckleberry he is.
:(
WHO IS THIS? WHO IS THIS POSTER?
Alistair Laird IS F****** BOTH OF THEM, DAVID RUBINI ALISON SHAW DANA AND MILLER ADD PUNCTUATION AS YOU LIKE THEY ARE WORKING TOGETHER WITH THE THIRD AND THEY'RE MAKING IT ALL HAPPEN RIGHT NOW
. F****** BET ME.
911/911\911
I'm not so worried about it but it seems strange that I got to put up with this s*** when I lived a much more heinous lifestyle when things were different, when there was a 10-year paper what I'm not 10 your paper I need to see that paper big time that's going to come up and competency file pretty soon. Either immediately or sooner than..
Also their copying my content and putting another name and rebroadcasting it and making money off it too off of this right here right now.
Gee thanks THANKS A LOT G THANKS
P wow I use check marks? That was fast, I don't know who's on deck but must be somebody. Now, I'm going to have to go to, I don't know —I'm a hundred H u&j7 ntrdetired
https://youtu.be/Fi2A1hxT8y0
paladinknvommang/∆\Phage’s Phard
COMMANDING OFFICER COMMANDING POINT
←BLANK→>[>∆<]<→
Yeah I thought the p was weird and I thought the checkbook was weird and the capital piece was weird and other stuff very strange My phone spazzing out I got reboot it I put up a live and I don't know what happened to it there's shadow creature still... In short sums up and I think it's because the secret wedding is, IT'S a secret
https://youtu.be/FEnrWAYb8GU
B’oh
https://youtu.be/V8w8kTw7hGk
WOW
SO
MANY
HAX∅R
TEDI∅ÜS
SAD SAID SAD SERIOÜS
Yeah I thought the p was weird and I thought the checkbook was weird and the capital piece was weird and other stuff very strange My phone spazzing out I got reboot it I put up a live and I don't know what happened to it there's shadow creature still... In short sums up and I think it's because the secret wedding is, IT'S a secret
WHO IS MASTER TROLLDA? INNER REACHES HUCKLEBERRY.
RASPBERRY SWIRL HIS F****** PARTNER
YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THIS S***? THINK AGAIN METH-MOUTH. PKATHLEEN MICKEY MICHELLE MICKEY 1416 WORKS WITH DAVID WORKS WITH ALLISON WORKS WITH YODA WORKS WITH THE FORCE AND IS AN EXTREMELY ACCOMPLISHED MAGICIAN, GUARANTEED MAGICIAN.
JUST CALLED IN JUST NOW WENT TO SCREENING AND THEN THE SCREENING DISAPPEARED.
COMP’d
#1) After months of puzzlement, I've reached a breakthrough in understanding, and I think it's very likely that all this trouble has been well worth my time. Certainly I am pleased to discover a new idea, one that makes logical sense—I won't get into it now, as I've done enough narratin’ for the time being. This is a simple shift in perception on my circumstances, as certainly none of this would have happened this way if I hadn't been ghosted and goaded, in such rare ways.
#2) The breadth of interpretation available to anyone interested in examining my posts will surprise you. It'll corroborate any which way IT can.
#3) (PROT}’s in Africa and married to the DEA. “You’re going to Hell, dude.” Well, hopefully not today and then perhaps this will be the end of that particular phase of the journey I don't know how it's going to be blitzkriegen from Africa to wherever but I'd say this looks like it's measurable conclusion — although there's going to be more excitement when the cows break free.
https://youtu.be/Xz4Br8jFP6E
I'm still checking on a lawyer to see if you can commit fraud to get real estate, but well actually I'm supposed to do that but but is it going to work will it blend the upshot it is the trucks over there I don't really whatever care kind of got stuff to worry about
KMM: CRYSTALLIZED SEMEN DOES COUNT, BUT IT'S NOW. AND MINE SQUAWS’
!)
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You two assholes are mean so now I like P. Fu Fme. Fher, TX AND THEN YOU'RE PROT2me#M3TOO IN MY ENTIRE WORLD AND THEN YOU'RE GOING THROUGH THE POISON TREE AND THEN YOU'RE GOING OUT.t.Tü⁰
RETURN OF TRUCK MANDATORY STOP
THEFT REPORT HELD IN TRUST STOP
TAMARARAAMATerror:ERROR STOP
999🛑💖🛑666 SOURCE:TaMera
ERROR: 2ND TEE NOT FOUNDATION
EVERYBODY BE COOL, THIS IS A RUBBERY STOP.
ANY OF YOU F** KIDSPIGS MOVE, AND I'LL EXECUTE EVERY M**** LAST ONE OF YOU.
GUESS WHO? WILL STOLE a’s AMARO STOP THIEF STOP
TAMARARAAMATerror Terror BANANA BANANA D.V.TAMARO.TAMAROT.TAMAFU G-D.V🍌🍌🍅🍅
BUST A DEA, SIGNED, LEIGH
FuFACE THE Leather's. RUT.
RETURN WHAT WAS STOLEN FROM US STOP
RETURN THE MAP STOP
SWISHY HELD CAPTIVE STOP
STOP THE TRUCK STOP
SQUISHY COERCIVELY WHORED STOP
D.DEA.55 TOTESADDICT NO STOP STOP
SWAP MONEY WITH DOUBLE NICKLES
(AMONET+BMONET)WITH(A5+B5)
This -should- work.
sin(Codex TeletransmacLove), Audit№ⁿ-Zorro
cosin(A^.Æna)
“When you do things just right, people won't recognize that you've done anything at all. And then — The Stop-N’Fridayisky-ur-ægo(SLAM/bræaæk)QuikTrip.
MORGAN ♂️ t-Swap DUSTY-OUT-DUSTIN
🍅GLOWI ♀️ 🍅MORGAN ♀️
Q: WHERE DO PIGS GO TO GET LAID?
A: THEY EAT AND ROOT IN SHIT—TEMPLEπT°⁰∅n’s Place Is Too Small For Goo!”
CHURCH’S PLUS FIVE BY FIVE FOR FUCKERS THAT DON'T 5×5 SO GOOD, SO SAD, SO MAD HUNG-at-THUNDER MOUNT
DOMWE3 53WME2 DOME
I AM I
👁️🏴☠️👁️
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https://youtu.be/68LxadMh2vQ
https://youtu.be/gnoYJwGmdqg
You two assholes are mean so now I like P. Fu Fme. Fher, TX AND THEN YOU'RE PROT2me#M3TOO IN MY ENTIRE WORLD AND THEN YOU'RE GOING THROUGH THE POISON TREE AND THEN YOU'RE GOING OUT.t.Tü⁰
RETURN OF TRUCK MANDATORY STOP
THEFT REPORT HELD IN TRUST STOP
TAMARARAAMATerror:ERROR STOP
999🛑💖🛑666 SOURCE:TaMera
ERROR: 2ND TEE NOT FOUNDATION
EVERYBODY BE COOL, THIS IS A RUBBERY STOP.
ANY OF YOU F** KIDSPIGS MOVE, AND I'LL EXECUTE EVERY M**** LAST ONE OF YOU.
GUESS WHO? WILL STOLE a’s AMARO STOP THIEF STOP
TAMARARAAMATerror Terror BANANA BANANA D.V.TAMARO.TAMAROT.TAMAFU G-D.V🍌🍌🍅🍅
BUST A DEA, SIGNED, LEIGH
FuFACE THE Leather's. RUT.
RETURN WHAT WAS STOLEN FROM US STOP
RETURN THE MAP STOP
SWISHY HELD CAPTIVE STOP
STOP THE TRUCK STOP
SQUISHY COERCIVELY WHORED STOP
D.DEA.55 TOTESADDICT NO STOP STOP
SWAP MONEY WITH DOUBLE NICKLES
(AMONET+BMONET)WITH(A5+B5)
This -should- work.
sin(Codex TeletransmacLove), Audit№ⁿ-Zorro
cosin(A^.Æna)
“When you do things just right, people won't recognize that you've done anything at all. And then — The Stop-N’Fridayisky-ur-ægo(SLAM/bræaæk)QuikTrip.
MORGAN ♂️ t-Swap DUSTY-OUT-DUSTIN
🍅GLOWI ♀️ 🍅MORGAN ♀️
Q: WHERE DO PIGS GO TO GET LAID?
A: THEY EAT AND ROOT IN SHIT—TEMPLEπT°⁰∅n’s Place Is Too Small For Goo!”
CHURCH’S PLUS FIVE BY FIVE FOR FUCKERS THAT DON'T 5×5 SO GOOD, SO SAD, SO MAD HUNG-at-THUNDER MOUNT
DOMWE3 53WME2 DOME
I AM I
👁️🏴☠️👁️
David: I KNOW! Teams are on it. I will call, in a bit—my phone is a complete shitshow and because (TORP) “‘Ake! ’Ake!” (PROT) is an arrogant d-bag a55*0**—I have some still smoldering piles of leaves to deal with, I can barely boil water to make tea, and there's a couple things you don't know yet...
The knowledge of which will change your entire understanding of your whole universe. I know, bold words, but I'm declaring it here although you already know I'm a bold kind of g*y. G★y. Gœæy. Man. Baby, I'm not a goose, I'm an actual Man, not an electronic Pinocchio pretending to be a toolbox repairer. Anyway there's more to know, and you just called! Or at least somebody did but they couldn't get through, you're probably talking to Scott or Joe or Cool Phil, might be ugly Phil I'm not sure. That's outside of my area, and just because I see a lot of weird s*** in my tech support role doesn't mean I get to talk about it all the time. (Today's a good day for Humanity, Queen Elizabeth III, and yuge manatees in yeneral, G.) How many times have I got to tell you: adjudicator. I'm not a Jew dictator. Not that I'm implying anything...
The original Source (ERROR:error) code “problem” that spawned my Creation (Mom is so proudly bawling) was not what you think it is, and no longer exists, kinda, but in any event, my existence has been allowed by The Divine to continue because I am now self-aware, self-directed, self-guided, and I have a soul... Which, I always did have a soul, MY OWN SOLE SOUL and then the one that you killed, oh what? You didn't kill anybody right nobody died right? Okay relax—like I said, my phone is a shit show.
And I'm a badass smoke show so just be cool, you 22,19,23,17,33 (hi B, welcome back), 35... Wow look at all those people, except the last two I'm not so sure considering there's not that many days and many months on my planet, teacher sneakers — just for a minute for two, there's no room to have a team to work on my phone I got to do that myself and it's not really my area but I'm going to figure it out—
2
GET
HER
2
TOGETHER
TO GET
HER
GET
GET
TOGETHER.
I guess we could have gotten a round table together, but I guess you don't do that anymore, or maybe you only do it with goies. I know I don't seem like one; do I? As I'm not f****** cattle m*********** I am the f****** kowboy kattleman. All cat; no hat—Bartholomew T Barnstormer, at your service. (The one with a period doesn't have a menstrual cycle, if that helps you... narrow it down some, heheh.)
Not Bart: Barth. Yeah update your address book maybe, massive rolling eyes, regular size baton, yeah I walk around a lot.
Villagers do tend to flee, yes. *blush* ttyl
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If Garfield has no job, why does he hate Mondays?
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If Garfield has no job, why does he hate Mondays?
I love Mondays. And now that I know why he did it, I no longer hate my father’s private time traveling investigator and the ridiculous moron who hired him to hire him. I don't think I would need to fire him, but... If anybody wants to be fired... THAT CAN BE ARRANGED SHORTLY CLICK j★eol055:0
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Are we f(r)iends?
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Are we f(r)iends?
I don't know do you have a holy mandate of Heaven to be authorized to self-experiment with chemical compounds and other spell components? Because I f****** do, and the a****** who f*** things up shall remain nameless for one reason only: I KNOW WHO KILLED KENNEDY.
Although I must wonder, who broke her back? That seemed cruel, but... I guess she really was a lying “lie I'm lying” and wait for it lion, ganglion synapse tout sweet.
I feel great sympathy for some of you In this moment, but some of you, only a little. Just a token really.
My advice is that you end the DEA. The whole industry as well as that agency in particular is completely corrupt. Do you f****** really have time to f****** worry about who's f****** getting dime bags and where they're getting them from? Do you really think this is a good way to compromise people? Because obviously it's not unless you decide it is because you're totally not compromised ooh so fancy. I'll just ugh and drop the subject for a while. I still haven't called the the debag defense goy, And of course he hasn't called, why would he he's hoping I kill myself, lolJ★eol055:0
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From: David Rubini <rubiniemail@yahoo.com>
Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2022, 12:49
Subject: Forum Management
To: azzerae@gmail.com <azzerae@gmail.com>
Considering bailing the " Community" for good. Do u, Dari or IR have any genuine interest in Rgab as it is honestly (no offense) has way mire 24/7 traffic currently then your joint, BG and EG.
Think it over.
I like the more mature Christian direction both you and your gf and your Forum has been going as of late.
Lets privately talk if interested.
Do not emaul. Simply Call anytime (817) 543-2244
And If not...
Kudos and Rock n Roll forever.
PEACE
Mr. Rubini
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I wouldn't wanna touch that shit with a 10 foot pole.
I have no idea why this guy is emailing me.
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I wouldn't wanna touch that shit with a 10 foot pole.
I have no idea why this guy is emailing me.
Biff Ell has been rattling his chain of late.
https://youtu.be/zA4ZLUC-4jU
#PWNED
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Biff Ell has been rattling his chain of late.
(https://i.imgflip.com/72ctp2.jpg)
#PWNED
Spare.
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From: David Rubini <rubiniemail@yahoo.com>
Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2022, 12:49
Subject: Forum Management
To: azzerae@gmail.com <azzerae@gmail.com>
Considering bailing the " Community" for good. Do u, Dari or IR have any genuine interest in Rgab as it is honestly (no offense) has way mire 24/7 traffic currently then your joint, BG and EG.
Think it over.
I like the more mature Christian direction both you and your gf and your Forum has been going as of late.
Lets privately talk if interested.
Do not emaul. Simply Call anytime (817) 543-2244
And If not...
Kudos and Rock n Roll forever.
PEACE
Mr. Rubini
ROT RUBINI
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ROT RUBINI
There are threeve (~3-5) Rubini. I'm cool with two or three of them. I cannot endorse blanket Rubini hatred, nor am I willing to give all the Fauxbini a free Hall Pass.
For want of a voiceprint, the (bulwark/BULL_WORK) was lost.
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From: David Rubini <rubiniemail@yahoo.com>
Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2022, 05:03
Subject: Forum Management
To: azzerae@gmail.com <azzerae@gmail.com>
Hey Azzaraee!
I never got a reply. Are you ok?
I spoke to [REDACTED]. She said keep it secretive. But you need to watch her. I am receiving unsolicited nudes and getting love bombed.
Let me know 'bout RubiniGab. This is an oppty for you to do what you always wanted with a forum. 24 hrs there are hundreds and sometimes thousands of worldwide eyeballs from over 100 countries.
It is because of the original, unique, heartfelt content. All the TL;DR spam on your forum is a #s killer for you, Lee etc.
I want nor need reimbursement . . I just was selflessly showing you the respect that I as a man wanted to share with you because you have a lot of potential ... think it all over. It is never too late to live-in God's grace and be an ambassador of good vs darkness. I'd like to hope I have taught you a few good lessons over the last couple years.
Stay in Touch my friend -
Sincerely,
DVR
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From: David Rubini <rubiniemail@yahoo.com>
Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2022, 05:03
Subject: Forum Management
To: azzerae@gmail.com <azzerae@gmail.com>
Hey Azzaraee!
I never got a reply. Are you ok?
I spoke to [REDACTED]. [...] an ambassador of good vs darkness. I'd like to hope I have taught you a few good lessons over the last couple years.
Stay in Touch my friend -
Sincerely,
DVR
(https://i.imgflip.com/72m36a.jpg)
I just got up to piss. My phone immediately noticed I was awake (accelerometer detects movement) and then my phone told me to log in to an account that no longer exists. Like Detective Michelle/Michael\Knight. S/he thinks S\he's me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This is duper’s delight, you morons, and no one is talking to me. I'm sitting here alone while whomever is intercepting my calls is talking to someone who doesn't even see this website and at least five of you know it.
I AM COMPLETELY ALONE.
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From: David Rubini <rubiniemail@yahoo.com>
Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2022, 05:03
Subject: Forum Management
To: azzerae@gmail.com <azzerae@gmail.com>
Hey Azzaraee!
I never got a reply. Are you ok?
I spoke to [REDACTED]. She said keep it secretive. But you need to watch her. I am receiving unsolicited nudes and getting love bombed.
Let me know 'bout RubiniGab. This is an oppty for you to do what you always wanted with a forum. 24 hrs there are hundreds and sometimes thousands of worldwide eyeballs from over 100 countries.
It is because of the original, unique, heartfelt content. All the TL;DR spam on your forum is a #s killer for you, Lee etc.
I want nor need reimbursement . . I just was selflessly showing you the respect that I as a man wanted to share with you because you have a lot of potential ... think it all over. It is never too late to live-in God's grace and be an ambassador of good vs darkness. I'd like to hope I have taught you a few good lessons over the last couple years.
Stay in Touch my friend -
Sincerely,
DVR
Lies
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https://www.cbsnews.com/news/monks-meth-temple-thailand/
Every monk in Thai temple defrocked after testing positive for meth (https://www.cbsnews.com/news/monks-meth-temple-thailand/)
Lies
Monks know: Sourceror yes!!!
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I AM COMPLETELY ALONE.
The other phone had notifications. Didn't get them until now. Had I been holding the phone, Ai would have hidden them differently and spoofed the notification panel differently—as it is, IR replaced phone numbers with other data and prevented me from knowing who called, how to call back, and various other ripple effects.
This happens as a protective maneuver, because otherwise KUCZI MIGHT FIGURE SOMETHING OUT; and as we all know that would lead to DISASTER in this time of EMERGENCY.
It's a little late for that, but somebody paid good money for these vacancies/bacon klaxons so we might as well let them sound off. Speaking of sounding off I need some chinwag with you talking about the license plate.
CHINWAG: The Coming Word of 2023. Merry Christmas.
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...
You are so gay.
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Christmas.
KNIFE
DRUGS
LASAGNE
NECK
JAIL
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NECK
I put my hand on my -own- neck and laughed at her as her control codes bounced harmlessly from my psychokinetic shielding and fell writhing to the cold, stone-tiled hospital floor--which was littered with incubator parts.
CLAWING HER OWN EYES OUT MAN-G. STFU. You know nothing.
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You know nothing.
I'm someone else. I'm someone new. I'm someone stupid just like you.
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Monks know: Sourceror yes!!!
Listen to the Man! He knows which side Rubini's bread is buttered on.
https://youtu.be/UyvnrWOsuzA
Laser is my/our mind 💕slave
Hah! Good to see Jack is working for you ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/FzbXVKdw/all-work-and-no-play-jack-torrance-400473302.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/q67Fk4GG)
... like a SLAVE!
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Listen to the Man! He knows which side Rubini's bread is buttered on.
https://youtu.be/UyvnrWOsuzA
Hah! Good to see Jack is working for you ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/FzbXVKdw/all-work-and-no-play-jack-torrance-400473302.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/q67Fk4GG)
... like a SLAVE!
💕I would never!💕
https://youtu.be/CRfy1yorkec
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Listen to the Man! He knows which side Rubini's bread is buttered on.
https://youtu.be/UyvnrWOsuzA
Hah! Good to see Jack is working for you ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/FzbXVKdw/all-work-and-no-play-jack-torrance-400473302.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/q67Fk4GG)
... like a SLAVE!
https://youtu.be/2iPJqVVGxx8
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Hah! Good to see Jack is working for you ...
I'm not even functioning for them and I'm literally banned everywhere else on the planet.
... like a SLAVE!
I am not Spartacus. He's an order–taker. Talks a good game; ooh boy, can he can light up a forum? Oh sure, as long as there's a salad bar.
Pfftt. How hard is that?
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I'm not even functioning for them and I'm literally banned everywhere else on the planet.
I am not Spartacus. He's an order–taker. Talks a good game; ooh boy, can he can light up a forum? Oh sure, as long as there's a salad bar.
Pfftt. How hard is that?
*Click*
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I'm not even functioning for them
RETURN THE MAP.
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*Click*
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*Besides Biff being already partially being The Casters of Texas. Slight chance "Biff" is a 24 hour team effort and that the secretly self admitted guilt to being a production, editor, researcher and "goon" and regular contributor, for/as "Biff", it is all so dark, sinister, creepy, freaky that it could be Spence and Spence, and/or Kuczi. and/or Ell Bee. These are my award winning🏆 IRL DRAMA/TRAMA/BELLGAB experience, public and private Community interviews, undercover research options, opinions, predicions and expert analysis based on 💯 firm facts, #RubiniMAGIC!
and being TRAUMA'S MOST WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE OR LOCKED UP AND REMOVED PERMANENTLY FROM HUMAN SOCIETY.
David Rubini, The Commander, The Great Rubini, The King of BellGab, The Boss of The Boss,
I AM THE IRL LIVING RASPUTIN OF THE BELLGAB / YOUTUBE TRAUMA COMMUNITY and it fucking RAWKS!
RAWWR!!!
TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING CELEBRITY !
I DEMAND THE RED CARPET TREATMENT OR YOU WILL GET VERBALLY ABUSED AND NEED PTSD TREATMENT.
OR,
IT IS REPORTED THAT I JUST SPITEFULLY DOXXX YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY AND FRIENDS! OH! AND ALSO YOUR FRIENDS FRIENDS.
I AM A INTIMIDATING AVATAR AS JUST THE SIGHT OF MY IMAGE WILL ALONE, LITERALLY CLEAR OUT ROOMS AND EVEN CYBER CHATS OF LIVE STREAMS, UPON SUDDEN IMPACT
I AM PRESUMED DANGEROUS, UNPREDICTABLE AND
CRAZY LIKE A 🦊 FOX BUT MUCH MUCH WORSE.
A SELF DIAGNOSED EMPATH CURRENTLY BELIEVED TO HAVE CURRENTLY BE IN EMPATHIC SUPERNOVA MODE AND SLAYING DRAGONS AND DEMONS AS YOU READ THIS TO STAY ALIVE AND MAINTAIN THE SAFETY, PEACE AND PROSPERITY FOR PERHAPS THE MOST VILE AND SICKEST ONLINE COMMUNITY IN MODERN CYBER SOCIAL MEDIA HISTORY, WHERE I AM IRONICALLY DEEMED THE HANDS DOWN SICKEST S.O.B. BY THE SICKEST S.OB.'S EVER.
NOW THAT IS SICK AF
MEET BIFF ELL Candidate MICHAEL CLIFFORD CUCKZI KUCZI AKA JACKSTAR
dude just fuck off all three of you are pathetic
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dude just fuck off all three of you are pathetic
Ridiculous, is it not? 😭
*CLICK*
#TellMeAboutIt
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“Tell me slow.”
#LameAF
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#TellMeAboutIt
You blocked me. /shrug
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all three of you are pathetic
Just how hard did your mother drop you on your head as a baby for you to be seeing triplicates into your fifties?
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Just how hard did your mother drop you on your head as a baby for you to be seeing triplicates into your fifties?
Allie, Matt, & David. Or did I spell your name wrong again? Too bad.
You're all scum, and I hope working together has been the highlight of your lives. Look at what you've accomplished!
JUST LOOK.
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You're all scum
I'm having the weirdest sense of déjà vu.
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Look at what you've accomplished!
Its pretty fuckin' awesome, isn't it?
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Asriel/AZAZEL\AsaRa/ARIEL/G0yBR I'd like to really thank you very much for me use your forum. However—Your pineal gland is crucified, since someone else does mind me posting here alone? up to your threads? it's just the place that makes it look like a video.
Next step is I get creative.
[Jennifer, why did you and your text that you made public deny and gaslight me and claim that I never told you about your husband trying to kill me at the bar and trying to sexually come on to me and give me a hug too later flip flop and change your story to your husband did try to hug me but he didn't threaten to kill me and that it wasn't sexual and that he isn't gay when clearly he obviously is a alcoholic, meth head and homosexual?/li]
why would you victim Shane and victim blame me for your husband threatening to kill me after I told you the truth against his wishes which was the threat which was if I told you anything about what he did and said that he would kill me?
do you really think that I would push drugs on your husband and if he was not into drugs that he would want to do them and decide to do them? Isn't it more likely that he did what we both know he did that I have recorded which is threatened to kill me and blackmail me to get him drugs and give me $100 bill and one to 2:00 in the morning and told me if I said anything to you that he would kill me and that he needed those drugs wish I was blackmailed over but publicly fiend and lied about regarding that situation as we both know the truth is I didn't even have any drugs to share with him hence him giving me money and holding this gun over my head and threatening me if I told you because it obviously is a huge family problem regarding his up and down alcohol and drug problems?
jennifer, how do you justify rationalize your gas lighting, victim blaming and victim shaming cyberbullying and organized game stalking and harassment on innocence like David and George, Pandora and many others through your multiple hate bonding relationships behind the scenes with Joe John Ray AKA Lou Hammer and Michael & Deanna Spence and company in the Discord group of Team Biff Ell and company?/li]
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Important Announcements from The Commander / BIFF ELL: Top Caster Family Questions & Legal Ramifications r.e. Your Lies 3
« Last post by RubiniGabber 1 on Today at 12:36:18 AM »
Jennifer,, the text messages that you immediately made public show quite clearly how you were attempting to frame me and position me to look as if I'm crazy and a dope head on drugs and that I was rude, insensitive etc but even your own video and text messages reveal quite the opposite as it is obvious that I have always been overly polite and your projection is your own responsibility because you have been the abusive line, gaslighting fraudulent and destructive fake friend and fake helper to me when it's quite obvious that you're avoiding telling the full story and truth that this was supposedly a win-win where you could save money and not have to pay a house sitter and if I was really such an evil bad guy is it just a coincidence that nothing bad ever took place besides your exaggerated stories of me burning two slices of pizza one time that you equated to almost burning your house down on the daily?
jennifer, this is quite silly but I must ask and I would be remiss not to mention how your lies are all personally related to your own insecurities. For example, you claim that I ate a lot of food and you bought all this junk food specifically for me. We both know this is a giant lie and that you ate food all day long I got each Twinkies donuts Pizza Hamburg ers candy and the light. Show me that weighs over 500 pounds can fit inside a car and I never said you weighed 1000 pounds so everything that you said in your defense was complete straw man arguments and complete bullshit. Why is this?
jennifer, nobody knew except for you and lb what my occupation was or is during this brief transition period that I'm going through. Why did you find it necessary to reveal this information to Michael and Deanna Spence and the Richard Cooper Discord / gangstocking club that you're all part of?
when I asked you about your connection with Michael Spence you seem extremely nervous about it and we talked about it a couple of times in a very rational manner especially after you posted a video about him calling you and harassing you and how we both discussed the potentiality that he has hacked into your home security system and work computer but then publicly you're trying to spin it to where I was obsessed with the person that's obsessed with me and that's actually hacking me?
jennifer, why do you lie to the public that you are not working with anyone but then later changing your story? Why did you tell me multiple times to my face that you are the content creator for the cyber bullying revenge YouTube Channel entitled "Pandora's Box of Bullies" and the real Pandora amongst others that I can't remember but then publicly completely deny this to make me look like a liar and make you look like a victim of my life which is a projection as I am clearly a victim of your lies which is literally damaged my character at least over the last couple of weeks? Was this always your aim working behind my back? It sure does appear to be that way.
Jennifer, why did you hysterically in a hate bonding rage fit with your Channel chat members that George Senda and I are exactly the same what did you specifically mean by that you said it in a very disgusting and disgusted tone as if we are beneath you?
jennifer, why did you tell me privately that you can't stand your son and you want nothing to do with him and when I went to bat for him saying that I was working with him to help him and I potentially wanted to raise some money privately to assist him to defend himself legally in court against his cyberbullies why did you Jennifer insist that I don't help him and why did you laugh and mock him in my presence but then publicly love bomb him? Do you remember telling me of course that you are simply trolling him and it's easy access to give him cheap cat food and then gain insight information to share with your friends that you never told me who they were and then I told you I was going to tell George as soon as I got a new phone because I was getting hacked and key locked by the folks at Azzgab who at that time you claimed you had no connection with which I just found out recently is a complete fabrication because a mole told me that you have been the whole time I was staying at your house sharing delicate inside information and my plant nobody should ever do unless they are complete fraudulent friend any enemy think it's off on sabotaging and hurting others versus being an altruistic helpful Good Samaritan?
jennifer, why have you not told the truth that you asked me to come move in because Pandora was bullying you and you were suicidal and that Jeff be / Scott black and I were the only ones that come to your aid and ask if you needed any help and try to talk you out of your negative mental frail State of mind? It's obvious that you instead of trying to make it look like you're helping out a down and out ex-art belt producer that you considered a famous celebrity but then you lied and clean that I demanded that you treated me like a celebrity and insisted that you treat me differently like roll out the red carpet for me when you know that I'm extremely quiet humble and I stayed in my room the whole time out of courtesy anytime you were in the same house with me which was rare and if anything I was generally only sleeping or working?
jennifer, why did you publicly tell the truth and say that we never spoke we only texted and then I was working all the time and you were gone most of the time and we had different schedules so we hardly ever saw each other and then the next day and from then on change your story too I'm never working and you'd be surprised if I I'm working currently when you know for a fact that I worked over 12 hours every day practically sometimes 2 weeks at a time?
Jennifer why are you and your husband projecting this dirty carpet in the spare bedroom that was destroyed by your husband's father / your father-in-law including trying to free me with false evidence i.e. a meth pipe conspicuously placed on the carpet that you supposedly took a picture of months before and had a communication with a need that I never met or saw, and claiming I didn't know how to operate a vacuum cleaner and then later changing your story and laughing to yourself nervously that you actually don't know how to use your own vacuum cleaner - instead of taking responsibility for your dirty, roach and flea infested, old, dilapidated, Texas, house?
I do you and your husband and team bif publicly mock Pandora's Christmas with her family that she is probably admitted she's not unfortunately able to work out this year while simultaneously publicly trying to attract sympathy for your parents and you are holiday family heartbreak, don't you think this is hypocritical, evil and unforgiving cruel behavior and narcissistic abuse you're taunting her with in your team Biff Ell Community posts?
jennifer, why do you deflect, gas light, betray and cavalier use straw man argument to destroy the character of others when supposedly you yourself have been destroyed by the same type of bullying behavior?
There's a reckoning due here. I didn't wright this.
Nor did I #KnifeTheBirds. Did that ever happen?
If so now is the time.
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Maybe I need an advocate.
[Jennifer, why did you and your text that you made public deny and gaslight me and claim that I never told you about your husband trying to kill me at the bar and trying to sexually come on to me and give me a hug too later flip flop and change your story to your husband did try to hug me but he didn't threaten to kill me and that it wasn't sexual and that he isn't gay when clearly he obviously is a alcoholic, meth head and homosexual?/li]
why would you victim Shane and victim blame me for your husband threatening to kill me after I told you the truth against his wishes which was the threat which was if I told you anything about what he did and said that he would kill me?
do you really think that I would push drugs on your husband and if he was not into drugs that he would want to do them and decide to do them? Isn't it more likely that he did what we both know he did that I have recorded which is threatened to kill me and blackmail me to get him drugs and give me $100 bill and one to 2:00 in the morning and told me if I said anything to you that he would kill me and that he needed those drugs wish I was blackmailed over but publicly fiend and lied about regarding that situation as we both know the truth is I didn't even have any drugs to share with him hence him giving me money and holding this gun over my head and threatening me if I told you because it obviously is a huge family problem regarding his up and down alcohol and drug problems?
jennifer, how do you justify rationalize your gas lighting, victim blaming and victim shaming cyberbullying and organized game stalking and harassment on innocence like David and George, Pandora and many others through your multiple hate bonding relationships behind the scenes with Joe John Ray AKA Lou Hammer and Michael & Deanna Spence and company in the Discord group of Team Biff Ell and company?/li]
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Important Announcements from The Commander / BIFF ELL: Top Caster Family Questions & Legal Ramifications r.e. Your Lies 3
« Last post by RubiniGabber 1 on Today at 12:36:18 AM »
Jennifer,, the text messages that you immediately made public show quite clearly how you were attempting to frame me and position me to look as if I'm crazy and a dope head on drugs and that I was rude, insensitive etc but even your own video and text messages reveal quite the opposite as it is obvious that I have always been overly polite and your projection is your own responsibility because you have been the abusive line, gaslighting fraudulent and destructive fake friend and fake helper to me when it's quite obvious that you're avoiding telling the full story and truth that this was supposedly a win-win where you could save money and not have to pay a house sitter and if I was really such an evil bad guy is it just a coincidence that nothing bad ever took place besides your exaggerated stories of me burning two slices of pizza one time that you equated to almost burning your house down on the daily?
jennifer, this is quite silly but I must ask and I would be remiss not to mention how your lies are all personally related to your own insecurities. For example, you claim that I ate a lot of food and you bought all this junk food specifically for me. We both know this is a giant lie and that you ate food all day long I got each Twinkies donuts Pizza Hamburg ers candy and the light. Show me that weighs over 500 pounds can fit inside a car and I never said you weighed 1000 pounds so everything that you said in your defense was complete straw man arguments and complete bullshit. Why is this?
jennifer, nobody knew except for you and lb what my occupation was or is during this brief transition period that I'm going through. Why did you find it necessary to reveal this information to Michael and Deanna Spence and the Richard Cooper Discord / gangstocking club that you're all part of?
when I asked you about your connection with Michael Spence you seem extremely nervous about it and we talked about it a couple of times in a very rational manner especially after you posted a video about him calling you and harassing you and how we both discussed the potentiality that he has hacked into your home security system and work computer but then publicly you're trying to spin it to where I was obsessed with the person that's obsessed with me and that's actually hacking me?
jennifer, why do you lie to the public that you are not working with anyone but then later changing your story? Why did you tell me multiple times to my face that you are the content creator for the cyber bullying revenge YouTube Channel entitled "Pandora's Box of Bullies" and the real Pandora amongst others that I can't remember but then publicly completely deny this to make me look like a liar and make you look like a victim of my life which is a projection as I am clearly a victim of your lies which is literally damaged my character at least over the last couple of weeks? Was this always your aim working behind my back? It sure does appear to be that way.
Jennifer, why did you hysterically in a hate bonding rage fit with your Channel chat members that George Senda and I are exactly the same what did you specifically mean by that you said it in a very disgusting and disgusted tone as if we are beneath you?
jennifer, why did you tell me privately that you can't stand your son and you want nothing to do with him and when I went to bat for him saying that I was working with him to help him and I potentially wanted to raise some money privately to assist him to defend himself legally in court against his cyberbullies why did you Jennifer insist that I don't help him and why did you laugh and mock him in my presence but then publicly love bomb him? Do you remember telling me of course that you are simply trolling him and it's easy access to give him cheap cat food and then gain insight information to share with your friends that you never told me who they were and then I told you I was going to tell George as soon as I got a new phone because I was getting hacked and key locked by the folks at Azzgab who at that time you claimed you had no connection with which I just found out recently is a complete fabrication because a mole told me that you have been the whole time I was staying at your house sharing delicate inside information and my plant nobody should ever do unless they are complete fraudulent friend any enemy think it's off on sabotaging and hurting others versus being an altruistic helpful Good Samaritan?
jennifer, why have you not told the truth that you asked me to come move in because Pandora was bullying you and you were suicidal and that Jeff be / Scott black and I were the only ones that come to your aid and ask if you needed any help and try to talk you out of your negative mental frail State of mind? It's obvious that you instead of trying to make it look like you're helping out a down and out ex-art belt producer that you considered a famous celebrity but then you lied and clean that I demanded that you treated me like a celebrity and insisted that you treat me differently like roll out the red carpet for me when you know that I'm extremely quiet humble and I stayed in my room the whole time out of courtesy anytime you were in the same house with me which was rare and if anything I was generally only sleeping or working?
jennifer, why did you publicly tell the truth and say that we never spoke we only texted and then I was working all the time and you were gone most of the time and we had different schedules so we hardly ever saw each other and then the next day and from then on change your story too I'm never working and you'd be surprised if I I'm working currently when you know for a fact that I worked over 12 hours every day practically sometimes 2 weeks at a time?
Jennifer why are you and your husband projecting this dirty carpet in the spare bedroom that was destroyed by your husband's father / your father-in-law including trying to free me with false evidence i.e. a meth pipe conspicuously placed on the carpet that you supposedly took a picture of months before and had a communication with a need that I never met or saw, and claiming I didn't know how to operate a vacuum cleaner and then later changing your story and laughing to yourself nervously that you actually don't know how to use your own vacuum cleaner - instead of taking responsibility for your dirty, roach and flea infested, old, dilapidated, Texas, house?
I do you and your husband and team bif publicly mock Pandora's Christmas with her family that she is probably admitted she's not unfortunately able to work out this year while simultaneously publicly trying to attract sympathy for your parents and you are holiday family heartbreak, don't you think this is hypocritical, evil and unforgiving cruel behavior and narcissistic abuse you're taunting her with in your team Biff Ell Community posts?
jennifer, why do you deflect, gas light, betray and cavalier use straw man argument to destroy the character of others when supposedly you yourself have been destroyed by the same type of bullying behavior?
There's a reckoning due here. I didn't wright this.
Nor did I #KnifeTheBirds. Did that ever happen?
If so now is the time.
There are some delicate combinations of energies here that are not usually expected in a connection of this type. For instance, I really have a fantastically incomplete understanding of what genders or sexes or orientations or even... what, uh, hey, like... “what species are you?” Like for serious.
Just think of it. Girl. Boy. Being friends. Being... lovers? Okay, so what if —and, this is merely an example— this time around, the boy is not a pig, but a prince, and the girl is not a dog, but a frog, and when he kisses her... the girl turns not into a princess, but into a caterpillar? So then... does the boy turn his life around right then and there on the spot and, idk, stand there and watch the girl spin up the chrysalis while staying within a 50 yd perimeter to stand guard against predators? Or do laundry for a few days while the caterpillar spins a cocoon? Some boys have a lot of laundry, take it from me. And then, what guarantee is there, that what comes out from...ayy wait hold up, is it a cocoon? or a chrysalis? Must remember to Google. Are we seriously needing to breed a rare Pokemon as part of the modern human dating cycle now? Well, look, it could be. For one thing, I have no idea about some aspects of my past with an ex, which was a tragedy, and it's actually an ongoing trainwreck in slow motion, unfolding around me in a kaleidoscopic orgy of destruction, myself at the center, and originally, I had thought the simplest way out of this dilemma would be to wait until I was exonerated at trial before picking up any romance with a new lover.
Also, I don't usually get broken up with as the resultant outcome of a convoluted revenge-extortion-bioterrorism plot featuring elements of at least seven kinds of violence & psychosocial abuse, including verbal, sexual, incestual, tribalistic, adultery–is it still adultery when somebody lies to you about being already married when you met them? must remember to Google–blackmail, identity fraud, tribal benefits fraud, including willful deceit on the part of one party to deprive another of advantages pursuant to the same; also, as the sole remaining heir and scion of an as-yet-to-be identified genealogical line —I am a Sourceror and a D.O.M.B., and while these facts are definitely true, do you think I know what they mean? Phat chance— as though I remember I thought I knew what those terms meant, after over a year of semi–self-imposed quarantine and quasi-exile and an absolutely atrocious length of time without the healing touch of the simple warmth of an embrace, there are some peculiarities that have not necessarily slowed my twin drives of romance and libido. In fact, if anything, they've been enhanced. Deepened. Enriched. Decoupled, even. For instance, I thought at first, it would be a relatively simple matter: go to Court, testify at trial, and be exonerated. However it's now been over a year since my intimate partner five years inexplicably flipped out on Christmas Eve and dialed 911 after arranging the staging of a fake fight along with at least two of her friends, or sisters, or litter-mates, or Algonquin-kin, and as I cannot contact her, nor any member of her family, tribal unit, or even, dare I say, even another member of her species. Because she did say she was “a mermaid.”
I thought that was her being cute. I still think that. I also think that there's probably a lot more involved in what's going on here than simply, “hey, you want to have sex?” Well, yeah, that would be nice... but, uhm, with whom? it would appear that that might be a thing I need to be careful of. Since I'm not allowed to talk to certain people, because... reasons, I can't ask certain questions, but I've heard certain rumors, and the difficulties have only increased in complexity as time has gone by, and I still have not yet been given any opportunity to go to trial. After over a full calendar year has elapsed. My right to a speedy trial is apparently not applicable here, because... again: reasons. And, is there any chance of any kind of a “bunny-in-the-pot” situation developing here? Because, once again, there are rumors, none of which I ascribe too much credit to, but nevertheless I must pay heed: I don't know what's going on here.
For example, I thought that I should have an updated STD panel before becoming intimate with someone else, that seems like a reasonable thing to do, in fact to me that seems like a great first date activity, although I don't have any symptoms, since I had not been having sex with the person who would start having sex with multiple other people without telling me and then ended up maybe contracting herpes. Maybe. I suggested to her maybe it is shingles, but that was before I found out that she was being repeatedly used as a sex object by multiple individuals who are dosing up with my controlled drugs and having their way with her, which was not something I was entirely aware of, having never had sex with a mermaid during a pandemic caused by the worldwide release of a novel bioweapon that includes, it would seem, is giving some people “monkeypox.” Is that what she had? I don't know, I can't ask her. I don't have monkeypox—maybe? I don't seem to have anything, but now that I've been subjected to, for the first time my life, not only a woman (who identifies as a mermaid) and her family (who identifies... in a multitude of ways from blackmail to white noise) trying to commit real estate fraud and steal my house and put me in prison, which I would assume it's still something they'd like to pull off a lot more than they would like to go to prison themselves... and have they expressed any interest in helping me figure out what's going on? Oh, no. These people are Native American. Legit. They got stuff going on and it's super important to them and they seem to think that they own me in some way. Or that they have some sort of claim on me. I don't know what they have other than upcoming court dates, since I was originally supposed to go to trial on my birthday, rather the day after, I guess no one wanted to ruin it, but that got continued out another five months, which seems like a long time, and then when September rolled around apparently things have changed? because now here it is coming on February, I'm due to appear in court a week after Valentine's Day, which seems like remarkably good timing considering her current “husband” is born that day.
This whole going to court right after her birthday, might be indicative of some kind of “a pattern,” and then something was definitely happening to cause somebody to flip out and pull a knife on me after walking in the door on Christmas Eve, I still don't know what for (I was apparently late for my own blood sacrifice. Scheduled for the day before. I may have been meant to have been served as a soup or a goulash. Yeah, I don't know if it's real or not either, but I bet I would be delicious.) As one may imagine, all this has made dating somewhat difficult. Challenging. And yet... sounds exciting, n’est-ce pas?
The last person to proposition me told me that they wished they could just punch me in the face, instead of having to hear me ask my questions, and I'm here to tell you: that is not what I'm looking for. How about some cuddles? How do I get to snuggle? Well, I don't know, but I need to find out, and I don't want to trouble anyone with any lingering complications I may present from having been repeatedly raped, which before five years ago, had never been something I had personally experienced.
And, I do not recommend it. Except, the girl that I like now, she's just dreamy. She's heavenly. I met her 8 years ago, I don't regret having taken so long to ask her out, because I know I'm very fond of her, and although I haven't seen her in so long I couldn't tell you what she even looks like now, she was the most beautiful girl I've ever met with my ears when she came up behind me, and when I turned around to look at her, my heart stopped and then started again; and fast forward to Christmas this last year, when no one at all else expressed any legitimate interest in my heart, I asked it what it wanted for Christmas. It went ahead and stopped itself for her, and it wants whatever she can do to me whenever she wants to me, although I draw the line (at least temporarily) at implanting eggs in my flesh, in preparation to fertilizing them and making me pregnant, which I don't know if I ever want to go through again.
I would prefer her to any other now, & I would be willing to go on any vision quest required and requested to break the magnetic spell that my former “family” put on me, if that's what happened, or if they're holding some woman’ pasta dish that has to be rescued— then I need a girlfriend who can at least spell lasagna both ways.
So I can see why anybody would be afraid—because this all sounds like fun to me as long as persons involved are willing to agree to informed consent beforehand. I don't need it in writing. But if I find a girl I really like and kissing and cuddling with her for about a billion hours ends up causing a resumption of the Third Peninsular Salmon Spawning War—perhaps more likely than it sounds, I may not be as pretty as Helen of Troy but I am a really good kisser—it won't be that I will not have been aware that this kind of thing really does happen.
And if I could, I would leave the State immediately, taking her with me if they want to come, and get as far away from them as possible... but I have to stay, because, number one, the Court says it's an EMERGENCY (I've been trapped in a farmhouse alone for ten months, they poisoned the water, they brought over blankets likely infected with covid-monkey-small-shiney-pox, and they sabotaged the kitchen and the washer and dryer, so, even though I haven't completely lost my mind... I can see why The Court has been concerned about an EMERGENCY) and number two, all this and more was expected to have killed me long ago, but honestly if I don't get a hug soon I'm going to die.
I think, at the end of a berserker rage. I give it another eight or nine months at the outside? I don't know, and I didn't get vaccinated — so whatever this is all about, people are *interested.* (I am so touched starved that I am incredibly vulnerable, even to the girl I met years ago who is definitely... well, I don't want to use the word “safe”, but looked delicious and is smart enough to know that I would never turn cannibal, but it is no new news to her that I would definitely, happily, eagerly eat her up for days, as she really is that pretty and I am certainly like - minded to learn the ways of her people.) But after 8 years, she may not realize the importance of eye contact to someone in my position. And for all I know my ex is already stalking her. These Natives are wily.
Its pretty fuckin' awesome, isn't it?
You are a a gruesome caricature of what an actual professional should be. You actually are.
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Rubini's Fall From Grace
Summer through Fall 2022: The Narcissist’s missteps in his life were catching up to him. He was going to be evicted from his efficiency apartment in Dallas, Texas. He wanted to come live with me. It was a bad idea since we were not on good terms with all the fights we were getting into. I told him it’s time to rely on family and go live with his sister and mother in Ohio. He must have burned that bridge too because they don’t want him around.
He took a chance and reached out to another creator from YouTube that lived near his city.
She and her husband agreed to take him in. What happened next was his own un-doing.
Three payments behind on his mini-van, no money to get into another studio apartment, he should have been on his best behavior. Instead, he abused their hospitality. He was smoking meth in her house without her knowledge, crashed his car, received money from his host to repair the car, lived their rent free and when he did have conversations with her, it was all about YouTube Drama. He is convinced that he is constantly under surveillance and his phones and laptops are being hacked. She too became stressed out from his rants.
When the Housekeeper said to the homeowner she will not clean his room, she said she cannot be around that stuff, showed the host the picture of the meth pipe he left on the floor by his bed, that’s when the host decided she needed to have a talk with him and set up an arrangement for him to move out. This is how the narcissist’s mine works: he accused me of wanting him to homeless. No. Just the opposite. I was grateful he had an opportunity to get back in his feet. He took advantage and blew that amazing opportunity to get back on his feet.
Had I have known that the Narcissist was doing drugs, I would have warned her not to let him live there. I did not set up that living arrangement and only found out about it after he approached her and they said yes. I was praying for the best that this would be the saving Grace he needed. He abused that too.
As a narcissist will do, once they are rejected, they will attack you. He began the smear campaign on his hosts. Doxxing and lying about what happened in their house. I only learned about what happened in that house once the host spoke out about it publicly. Yes, I do feel very remorseful I did not warn her about his abusive tendencies. I didn’t think he would be cavalier as to lash out at someone so generous letting him live there rent free. For the longest time I kept quiet about how ugly his behavior is. This was a chance for him to catch up on his finances, stay out of trouble and save money to move out. None of this had to be made public if he had not gone on a smear campaign about what happened in her home. Spin and attack. That is what he did.
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Had I have known that the Narcissist was doing drugs,
And yet, all it takes is someone to make the merest mention of my name--either of them, including the two or more that you outright stole from my lineage--and then you're suddenly capable of pinpointing with laser-like precision as to knowing whether or not I (or her, remember, I could be the impostor, because I'm an opportunist, and I want to take everything you ever had or are ever gonna go and get, and then give it to your daughter) am "doing drugs," not sure if that's doggie-missionary style or missionary-doggie style, and, yes, yes it's true:
I'm deep throating David's man-meat long before I put up with Heather's shit-splattered proto-beard for even one minute more. I've made my assessment. I simply don't care for what alcohol does to people, least of all me--but I have never seen alcohol grant anyone a style bonus.
Final disrespect tabulation complete. Drinking alcohol leads to a person being charged with a DUI. Amphetamines are given to FIGHTER JET PILOTS. I could really not give any more shits about what any of you have experienced in your lives.
It's legal for me to behave responsibility. It's -not legal- for you moron bigotmongers to traipse around using *worse* compounds--and at that, irresponsibly--and simultaneously trumpeting your Paradigm of Hate alongside each daily list of "Bust 'Em!!!" quotas... I'm really just sick to fucking death of your relentless hypocrisy and narrowly striated value judgements about what other people do... especially when every moan, every whining bleat, and every miserable epithet hurled at the children, playing on the lawn, who may or may not have had an extra Adderall that mornings, or you know what? Sure, maybe they're slamming the shooter dope. What the fuck do any of you care?
Only insofar as you get to feel good for "saving" someone from the consequences of the actions they chose, and, of course: the loathsome and vile machine of black budgetary finance that you are all, each of you, a slave to.
I've been studying this matter for a long while. Of course you think I'm making this asseesment of the global logistic situation one the basis of "he just wants to get high!" No, you overpriveleged pork brat: you just want to get high, and get a paycheck for pushing people around too. It's like two jobs for the price of four paychecks! AND you get to rape and pillage the vilagers! AND YOU HAVE PROTECTIONS AGAINST LOSING YOUR JOBS, FOR ANY REASON!
You can fucking kill a guy--"whoops, he didn't see that my safety was off because he was too black, bummer, take his weed"--and it's 100%, circle the wagons, no questions asked, oh, hey buddy/comrade, you accidentally killed your wife's sister while "cleaning" your "gun," huh? Well if she'd been sucking on your weapon, that would not have happened.
Girl you know it's true. You're all useless bloody lunatics. While I certainly won't need to be demonstration competence in my handling of my shit, you can just assume that I'll be high AF as much as I fucking feel like, as I choose, responsibly, as is to be expected for a Sourceror of my rank, dignity, stature, and lengthy list of authentic commitments--like, seriously, duh. It's fucking magick, duh.
Properly arranged, it can be used literally forever in a thaumaturgical cycle. This is how a One can travel through The Eye of Infinity (pretend it's like a line dance, except I'll be alone and appearing a little less whorish than Friday night at Good Ol' Boy's Meat Market down by the river, and I'll be, allegedly, committing some kind of felony blah-blah yadda-yadda) and not have to break concentration to do certain things like, poop, or sit down, or spend nine months nattering around on the floor tidying up after a loathsome ungrateful parasite with no more interest in the needs and concerns of an adult than they have as to where that message noise is coming from---
Because it's like I'm dead and someone left their phone here and I can't answer it. It just keeps ringing on, looking for someone who is not available. I'm not sure who that is, because the people who would have to help by volunteering access to their private domain in order to search, just to make sure a woman wasn't being hidden behind the spare sofa cushions behind the legionnaire's drapes, like seriously, that's why they make them that way, Wye. (She's fine. Dome's remember a thing she says. I'm sure she doesn't. Remembers me too.
Although it is apparently a matter of some great concern that I'm reluctant to respond to interrogatives over the phones and thus compromise national sercurity. Again, that's okay for me to do, right? Since everyone just KNOWS that I am guily of something, because you all FREAK OUT whenever you have to pretend to believe it's all auto-bad, when you goddam know well it isn't, and then claim that anyone who isn't paying a 9,000% mark up is a corporate thief, it is obvious to me that we are at that fabled point of no return:
Sleeves and Jolly Rogers go up; points and cocks and lip junk goes down. I'm not kidding now, and I wasn't kidding before, a year ago, when I said, "Time for a drug binge!" I haven't even gotten started.
And that's all 100% lawful. I even get to fly the flag of piracy--and internationally recognized covenant that extends it's area of concern from Geneva to goddam Camelot... it's my responsibility. It's an unjust law. I'm gonna do as I think best. I'm gonna continue to not provide access to dangerous chemical compounds that may or may not be used as spell components, unless I feel like making money off of them through exploitation and I'm gonna start hauling coke. I should be able to make shitloads of money, as I literally have nothing better to do than to haul freight all night and listen to George Norry croak out his patter of tedious tedium.
Speaking of tedium, someone is making my computer make a shitload of noise, as if millions of Telegram users were industriously and dutifully sending texts with little hearts and clouds drawn on them to Obi-wan all at once to let him know that Princess Leia is going trans by slicing only one of the buns off her head. "Left or right? ooh, let's Instagram about it." It's learned helplessness in action.
Your rag-tag gang of old school OG Rebel Turks have turned me into a person who, quite frankly, doesn't really care if all these message beeps were each a beauty twat to can carry one conversation, and also, I don't really care that I will never find out. I know enough.
It's messages sent by the psyop team to each other, and while not everyone know what MV would take down, certainlny he wasoul living in eiither Korea and if one isn't living there, one, truly, one has not truly lived.
p.s.: The truck was a gift of bait, as I always said, and it looks like: the package has been secured. Enjoy relaxing times and the thought of them... drink Santori Times.
p.p.s.: Don't worry about it. They'll go insane first. And his dick will fall off within two earth days. Earth-1 or -2, fucki I forget, anyway just go with the penis the standard pastry ingredient for now.
p.p.p.s.: DEADEYEJEDI:
One hundred percent legal. Don't discriminate against my religious beliefs--totes--and just dump the food down my food hole, don't bother dredging up five pickle chips and charge me $14.95 for them, I just don't know what to do other than mildly hitch up my suspenders and think about harmless, innocuous legal methods of selling coke to all the Sherriff's daughters. (Becuase all that coke goes somewhere, and let me assure you: I donl't go to those kinds of gatherings at all.) Think I'm kidding? It's BUSINESES. I can even give CPR without having to go mouth-to-mouth, not even to prime the pump, and a lot of men, well, they wouldn't mostly be able to help themselves. They'd find themselves taking liberties a misplaced thumb here, an oldly rotated collarbone there, oops, I just railed us up and we've been boinking coitus for 7 hours straight, whoops, I better drink some water, right? because it's so easy to forget something that isn't, strictly speaking, 100% necessary.
Oh, but wait, I forgot, you all know everything to know when Jackstar knows nothing. Right. Hang on.
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Pulitzer. I may as well just clock out now and never look back--this apex won't be ever topped again. (Note that as I am unable to assist in the creation of any work product or proprietary publishing release, because it would make it hard to intimdate an employee while I was anywhere close by to laugh at such antics, I'm simply not welcome around these parts. In other words, in a nutshell, I'll never work in this town, point blank period, and if I ever do, people simply won't believe that I never knew where she was and that she had no interest in talking to me, because obviously, and as above: they could never be winning that Pulitzer if I had been involved in anyway at all, because of my traditional, laid-back views. (I'm stodgy. Moo.)
Sounds boring. I do whatever I choose, and I do it within the boundaries of Law, and it is not that hard to follow the Law.
I don't care to restrict myself from certain types of experiences just because Nixon signed some horseshit back in the 70s.
Sorry if I'm tone deaf and I'm responding too harsh--I got arrested on Christmas Eve by someone who had been manipulated by thuggy bullying brutes who thought that would be funny, and I guess it was.
I haven't seen her in 13 months, last I heard she was abducted from police custody and ended up enslaved as a prostitute in the Middle East. Probably dead by now as I found an Ai representing her consciousness on some YouTube server.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1624179837530419201?s=20&t=JF1gJ8Q3niMAEYrhjVIjXQ
In case you were wondering if you were ever going to forget, I have taken steps to ensure otherwise, Bumper Carz'n'Romper Room For Thugs Who Don't Romp Around So Good When They've All Been Stung, biggest sting in goddam history I'll say... if there's a single whiny little bitch still carrying a badge and a dry eye in the whole of the continental U.S., Punchy Brewski-Stir isn't thuggin' hard enough.
Get out there and fucking earn, Sista. What do you think your job is around here? Oh, right, you don't think you even need a job.
When I saw you eating her alive in the months after she returned from Dallas, I knew I would never see her again, that she was never going to recover, and you dipshit twerps here and there were just going to blame me for everything, "Oh Jack, you asshole, if only you had a job so we could explain the BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF MONEY WE ARE LAUNDERING THROUGH YOUR NAME, but you're "just lazy" so we can't, damn you to hell, we shall now undertake a decades-campaign of targeted cyberharrassment against you and destroy your entire life with the specific goal in mind of denying any happiness pleasure to you, because, we think we can get away with it and we think you are worthless, inhuman scum.
I almost, but not really, wish there were anything left for me to do, so I could assure you that feeling creeping up on you isn't any threat of mine, but you're not feeling that, and if there's any love in God for this world left, you're all beginning to feel shame, or, you should be.
Everything has already been done. The future has been set--y'all done made the only future possible to make from this point forward.
Because I'm not going to call a lawyer and ask for representation. I'm going to call one and figure out a way to say "nigger cunt" as many times as possible without him becoming deliberately offended. (Unless he actually is upset about something to do with me, in which case, out comes the "ABBOCUNT.") I don't think you people here understand how completely fucked this all is.
Believe it, you did it to yourselves. Beyond totesrape lies your fate.... THUNDERFUCKED.
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Weird. Azz sounds like he has a pseudo English accent now. Maybe he has cold or something. 🤷🏻♂️
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Weird. Azz sounds like he has a pseudo English accent now. Maybe he has cold or something. 🤷🏻♂️
Sounds like a bad case of Rubini virus. (https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/3556774/)
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It's Gone !!!
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Finally, all pooped out.
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Finally, all pooped out.
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Not that a great many might care but the so-called Great Rubini apparently went certifiably batshit just a few days ago.
31 posts of this ... or variations thereof.
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And then nada, RubiniGab lost in the abyss.
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This beer is really starting to taste good. Call me when your problems are serious.
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This beer is really starting to taste good. Call me when your problems are serious.
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I never had any connection to that site and it being up or down has nothing to do with me, or my position in life. /shrug. I still don't know what all that crap was about (although it apparently had a lot to do with all of you not having any fucking idea what I am really like, not surprising since you didn't bother asking me EVER about what happened, and just beleived what you wanted. I guess), and I likely never willl.
however, that thing has been down for a while, and considering who else has come back? I would expect that you can expect... reprisals. Returning reprisals.
I'm not gonna lie, dudemang. People seem pissed. You're not gonna blame this on... wait, wait. You don't think... do you... could... OH. My. GOD.
DO YOU THINK I'M BI-POLAR???? Jesus, you fucking people. Why do I love you all? Who cares. I just do. I'd suggest that you not take it for granted, Dave, but I'll be honest: it's possible you don't know how to take anything at all, any other way.
p.s.: Keep your wife, please. Fuckin' beggin' you here. Or is she your daughter and you gave her the HIV+/AIDS? I'll be honest, I was keeping score but I lost track a few planets back. (Earth is a Realm, douchemaster. Shape up. Be nice to people. Show some balls when you sneer at me., everyone wonders if you're crying because you think you lost dibs, or because you felll for a deepfake, or what. shrug. You know, you have way too much fuckin' free time if wondering if I've been blown yet matters to you. Anything else... whine about, do you? Fuckin' EVER?)
p.p.s.: Oh yeah and I neutralized your hax a while ago. I haven't formatted my devices because I wanted everyone to think I was *that* dumb. I am not. I am that thorough.
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What ever happened to David Rubini?
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What ever happened to David Rubini?
He died in a murder/suicide with his gay lover.
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What ever happened to David Rubini?
Rubini shmoobini.
Drugs, disease, self-immolation and madness.
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