your hideous walls-of-text
Jelly. Practice your reading skills, you simpering troglodyte.
You don't know much? YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.
Who's to blame for this? Your teaching skills rank equally with your reading comprehension: fuckin’gobshite.
I asked you numerous questions and you and your whinging team of glorified stewardesses didn't just ignore what I was asking; you outright lied to me in order to facilitate your fucking scam, whatever the fuck it was about. I have no idea, it's not my business or area and as I'm neither benefiting nor associated with any of it, I couldn’t give a single ripe, wet shit for whatever the fuck you had going on that, apparently, has blown up in your face in some sort of spectacular fashion. Awwww, shucks, that is too damn bad.
One wonders how I could have raised such ire within you, if I don't know “anything.” Well you shouldn't have isolated me from every goddam friend I ever had and stolen my communications and my accounts and aided and abettted a known felon into STEALING MY FUCKING IDENTITY, YOU COLOSSALLY INBRED MONGREL FUCKNUTTER.
The list of malfeasance doesn't stop there, but I don't have any interest whatsoever in running down your list of shitty consequences to you— both unintended and you-intended-to-put-me-in-FUCKING-PRISON, asshole! I don't give a shit that is merely the first step to entry into your world of sheep-dipped hooliganism — I HAD OTHER PLANS. My life, my rules, and if you all thought you were brilliant enough to put Humpty Dumpty back together again, that still didn't give you license to push him off the fucking wall.
Real talk, yo. You and your ilk are overly-entitled hatebaggers with far too much leash and not nearly enough dog. You fucked up my life and the lives of more than I want to count or even think about just because you thought, you all thought, you had the best idea ever, you were just going to fucking lie to me to make things go “your way,” and when that became rapidly untenable, you just reverted to blocking my phone numbers and telling everyone I was dead. Or busy raping children. Dude, fuck you. The law says that sixteen is adult, if another one hits on me again, I'm gonna tap that teen ass, there’s not a thing wrong with it in Washington state. I'm not some loser who lives in California.
None of that is important; I don't have an attraction to teenagers — I have an attraction to FOLLOWING THE LAW, something you obviously don't understand, because you mangy lot of shit-for-brains slowcow fuck-her-pokes just... well, do what the fuck you feel like doing, or whatever your thuggy-piggy overlords tell you to do. Speaking of whom, fuck them too; there's a reason it's called "selling out” in contrast to... "buying in.”
You could have accomplished everything you were tasked to do as well as everything you wanted to do without very much extra effort... without lying to me and dumping me into quasi-solitary confinement. You fucking did it the way you did not because it was so much easier to deceive me —you didn't— but because... YOU'RE A GANG OF ABSOLUTE SADISTS AND WORSHIPPERS OF SATAN.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. (*polite ha¡L S¡Re !!!*) However you disrespected basically everyone by treating me as low-grade horsemeat at a kosher buffet and the shit from your fuckup is -still- rolling downhill. And here you are already spewing more of your bullshit mendacity onto my name. What the fuck did I ever do to you to warrant this nonsensical humbug is a mystery to me; more of the “anything” I know nothing about, but unlike most other topics I don't even care to theorize, let alone speculate, why you decided to bend over your entire world and shaft it all straight to Hell right up the pooper by DELIBERATELY FUCKING UP MY LIFE and trying to plunder what little material wealth is actually mine.
Your opinions about my placement and status in life are, while undoubtedly somewhat novel, absolutely none of my concern. As you have shown yourself to be more than happy to dump my soul for a glass of beer and a Tramadol, I won't buy into your bullshit at all any more.
You manipulated the truth as well as myself in order to achieve what you thought was your own selfish ends and as an ongoing habit, or even a knee-jerk reflex, for God’s sake, you whine about what I've done? And then you shit out a bunch of lies about me on your little Puny forum.
You had a decent thing going here at one point. You even got yourself up to twenty-two pages, whee! I even allowed myself to remain as knowing ignorant as possible, for as long as possible, just to give you and your little weasels that accompany you... a fighting chance, I guess.
As well as, enough rope. Now, are you done slamming... your head into a brick wall? Because that's who I am to you now. I am the barrier you will not break down, nor am I interested in giving you a leg up to get over anything, not really ever at all, and certainly not now.
You would be astonished at the things I know, as well as what I knew. What I didn't know for sure and still don't is how much of all your bullshit had any basis in reality and what was your fuckheaded pipe dream. Like, wtfe, were you assholes *actually planning* to infect me with HIV+/AIDS?
Dude.
FUCK YOU. Number one, I'm immune to that kind of thing. Number two, Shields. And as for number three, well... you like taking pills, don't you? Well, just take a retroviral every day for the rest of your goddam life, doesn't that sound nice?
Your circumstances, whatever they are, have literally nothing to do with me. I didn't ask you to sling your hash onto me; I told you I had installed a mirror component to my psychokinetic shielding. I
told you this shit.
I am a Sourcerœr. I have enough goddam problems without you making up any bullshit extra special sauce to go with it. And if you think I'm a snitch, rat, or credentialed agent with a badge, you're fucking high AF as well as a goddam idiot.
Stop defaming me with your bullshit libel. It's unseemly. It's uncouth. It's
gauche.
It also distracts me from the important shit going on, which is
there are still roving gangs of little thuggy piggies working day and night to exploit and harvest what remains of my miserable 3D life. This is an ongoing concern that is an emergent state of affairs that I have to burn resources on managing. Asshole.
You reprobate scum had no idea what or who you were messing with, and really, neither did I. Yet the difference between the roads we traveled was really the same, except I walked with G-d’s light upon my path, and you tried to fuck and steal it.
Herpes? Try Match.com. (Fuck you too, Dave.)
