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AzzGab => Opinion => Topic started by: Jackstar on April 18, 2022, 12:00:14 AM
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
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-or- to (PROT)... EVER
disclaimer also applies to all —ALL— (g-PROT)±(s)
deal with it
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Come at me bro. /palmflex
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
My hand to God, I'm not going to lie Colin this post is sheer Genius. I want to text it to Her Mother right now! And yet, I will not, I shall not, and as God as my witness, I am not going to goddam prison—I WILL JUST NAIL MYSELF UP TO MY OWN GODDAMN CROSS LIKE ANY REAL MAN WOULD. *HAMMER*.
(The Restraint Of KUCZI has gained another level of legendary status. O., you're welcome.)
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
Would prison be better? 🤔
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9TYEBHP_Hw
Would prison be better? 🤔
Consider: I'd be a hero in there too. Still, My Mother's Estate can't arrange to have this lawn mowed and this chimney swept without me, so... that makes me indispensable. A.K.A., "Job security."
What are you looking at? Get back to your YouPeep, Kali Yuba, and set fire to that pile of Minions' cumrags on your way out. (Losers*.)
*: they're Minions, not idiots -- of course they wouldn't leave them there if weren't ordered to do so. I force the denial of their own essence upon them as a focusing tool. Also, you look like you needed more busywork to do any way. Here's your Tide -- bring your own quarters silver dollars for the dryer. GET OUT
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Come at me bro. /palmflex
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwdJVvvRc_0
... do I even need to post these? I suppose I do if consumption is desired. Nevertheless I could turn this into robo auto-posting, as the timing and the linkage content is all I need... and this ping-pong paddle... and this teddy bear... and this psychodianetics instruction manual... oh, I'm gonna need a lighter, not a torch, and I can't believe they stole my goddam flashlight and left a burglary tool and went to all that trouble FOR NOTHING *slammer*
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This portal sucked. How do I get out of this chickenshit dimension? I am not even kidding. As soon as I complete mission objective, I am out the fucking door. I haven't ever had to slit my own ankle jugulars but I'm already thinking of doing it and I've only been awake five minutes.
You'd better get a lot bigger of a round table, M-Mouves. By the way, you're all assholes. All hoes, too. I'm even including the androgyns. Fuck the lot of you -- fuck you all.
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https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/fulfillment-any-age/202204/13-clues-the-person-you-re-may-be-chronic-liar
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I love the smell of the house now. Filling it with cannabis smoke 24/7 really keeps the fuckhead junkies and their android children out. Did you know? Getting stoned makes heroin wear off faster. I had no idea of this until last month. Fascinating, n'est-ce pas?
So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
I'll say what he's saying. I'll copy and put on blast all his ways 'n' fuckin' means too, I don't give a single ripe, diamond-encrusted shit.
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This portal sucked. How do I get out of this chickenshit dimension? I am not even kidding. As soon as I complete mission objective
I win!!! Halfway, in the lee of the stone, where the walls fell. You know, none of this shit is really all that complicated. No wonder it had to be kept "secret" *polite_cough* for so looooong.
Can we quit fucking around yet? Oh, I guess not. I'll just wait here, and probably slit my jugular in the morning yesterday. :P
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I just accidentally doxxed someone, and my truck immediately got pulled into the Death Star with a very subtle, very evident, very notable tractor beam. My hand to G-d.
So I guess I better not tell you who I totesdoxxed. Sorry! (Full disclosure Colin totes means it was an accident)
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https://www.yourtango.com/2022350083/zodiac-signs-rough-horoscopes-thursday-april-21-2022
At the request of The Triumvirate,
the names are the names.
Out of respect for The Court,
the rest has been left uncopy
pasta’ed, as it occurred to me
that some of you might not
know exactly what the fuck
is going on here like I do.
And, I do. Should have let me play ball, Coach. That Rudy? He's an order-taker. No wonder you like him so goddam much.
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I just invented a new drink. When your little bitch-baby handler says it's okay for you to do so, and I've finished pounding down about eight or nine of them, I'll let you know what I've decided to name it.
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I'm sitting in a bar watching football eating the best pizza I've ever had in my life after inventing a new drink. (The names are the names.) So, what are you going to tell me you were doing today? How are the birds? How’d that work out? Have they been eaten by the mountain lion? Asking for my friend who's an eagle.
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Asking for my friend who's an eagle.
She's pretty persistent. Keeps on whining about some matter of the stolen tail feathers. Like I give a shit? For my money, I can tune out a banshee, I can tune out a goddam eagle. FUCK YOUR COUCH CLICK
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(The names are the names.)
I don't even remember how much I paid, but I remember that I remembered to steal the tip from the bartender's mother. BOTH mothers!!!
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https://youtu.be/ZgpWJsL97K8
lol
"somebody is also a shapeshifter"
had A Shadow Person come in the other day too -- didn't last long, teehee
(*shoulda let me play ball, Coach*)
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had A Shadow Person come in the other day
One night, my crazy wizard uncle got pushed onto the floor, and was briefly knocked unconscious by a shadowy figure.
He said it so matter-of-factly it couldn't have been bullshit.
Traipsing to the bathroom before dawn, nog al.
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I don't even remember how much I paid, but I remember that I remembered to steal the tip from the bartender's mother.
Just the tip?
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I'm sitting in a bar watching football...
GO BEARS!!!
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Should have let me play ball, Coach. That Rudy? He's an order-taker. No wonder you like him so goddam much.
True. Many a window washer got sodomised with a squeegee.
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I just accidentally doxxed someone, and my truck immediately got pulled into the Death Star with a very subtle, very evident, very notable tractor beam. My hand to G-d.
Remember to xerox them, before they crack.
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Remember to xerox them, before they crack.
I have Minions to do this kind of thing for me. People, really.
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Just the tip?
I'm a Hungarian; the tip is the whole Blessed thing, Baby.
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One night, my crazy wizard uncle got pushed onto the floor, and was briefly knocked unconscious by a shadowy figure.
He said it so matter-of-factly it couldn't have been bullshit.
Traipsing to the bathroom before dawn, nog al.
It was a teleport_in-ambush_strike_teleport_out attempt. Fact. It failed. Fact. Shields. TotesfacT.
It kinda tickled a bit. Not gonna lie. Tell your uncle I will kick down the tek docks in exchange for a bucket full of 'Ludes.
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True. Many a window washer got sodomised with a squeegee.
Still -- superior to a (Blank) internship -- relational hemorrhaging notwithstanding.
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It was a teleport_in-ambush_strike—teleport_out attempt. Fact. It failed. Fact. Shields. TotesfacT.
It kinda tickled a bit. Not gonna lie.
By the way, fret not: at this point, I would try to kill me too. Give up. Christianity is stupid. Shop as usual — and avoid panicked stick strikes.
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By the way, fret not: at this point, I would try to kill me too. Give up. Christianity is stupid. Shop as usual — and avoid panicked stick strikes.
You’re stupid.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jruYzOt_6Vc
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You’re stupid.
Yes, but I have a huge vocabulary. I don't even need a dictionary. I don't even need the dick. Let that sink in.
Now, that's power.
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Yes, but I have a huge vocabulary. I don't even need a dictionary. I don't even need the dick. Let that sink in.
Now, that's power.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6KOlC393lo
Stop playing with yourself so much. ::)
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Stop playing with yourself so much. ::)
Every outgoing phone call is re-routed to a psyop spook team (the van in Sneakers) and every incoming call is Rubini on vocoder. For serious.
It's probably not the coolest escape room scenario experience available, but as it is my first, I am enjoying it to the hilt. Anyway, he's presently on #block and I have no one else to play with other than myself. Again: ALL OUTGOING AND INCOMING COMMUNICATION IS RE-ROUTED.
So. Thanks for the toteshot advice. Hard, blinking pass.
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every incoming call is (PROT) on vocoder. For serious.
(https://www.aquiziam.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/myth-busters-plausible.jpg)
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https://youtu.be/ZRr4JTs1c9w
By the way I didn't go to jail yet. I know how worried you were thought the problem warranted. Whew. Dodged that bulldog.
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JERK OFF TEST
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JERK OFF TEST
That's not what this thread is for. Go drink some thing caustic.
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Controlski neutralized. All you got to do is just make sure you have oversight when you talk to me is all just can't do it quietly and if there's somebody telling you that you can't talk to me at all — AT ALL? O RLY? THAT WITCH STOLE MY EAGLE FEATHERS, I'LL TALK TO HER ANY GODDAM TIME I WANT — fucking stab that G-d damn white man right in the goddamn calf with a fucking Eldritch blade since that's what you fucking do so fucking well click :-X
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Control scheme neutralized.
Well, mine is. What's in your wallet? Hopefully some ID, vaguely looking g-y.
You may not like it... but this is what peak performance looks like on needles & Earth.
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Controlski neutralized.
Well, don't just stand there... hurry up and arrest yourself and then blame me for fumbling the chain of evidence paperwork while necking yourself — it's not the only way to be sure, but it'll do until the rest of these freaks start getting online you know it's pretty early in the morning on some places, a lot of people aren't up to speed.
A lot of people need their speed. That's too bad. Thoughts and prayers. See: you're resurrected already. No, I'm not going to show you again today even bif you ask.
Nothing stopped it, nothing gained, control scheme neutralized. We always do (blank) her back to life, if she's asking to be brought back to life again just tell her to call me, that's an older support model code.
Controlski neutralized.
6'1”, thanks for asking.
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Gentleman, Lady, various & sundry has-beens and gasbags... listen up.
Check it out.
I HAVE THE MORAL HIGH GROUND. It's kinda the biggest deal around ATM. Not only that, mind you, I am Home. It's literally "high ground," you sure ain't flooding me out of here, not since I handled the Nano Elder Banana Teck Bug problem. (No, I can't handle yours. I won't even handle my own shit, I sure ain't handling yours. Besides, I have to wash all these eggs off my face.
Pause for reflection.)
Now, moving forward, fuck if I know what's next. I have options, People, and I will continue to have Them. Which, compared to the alternative, is certainly nice. Certainly... preferable. Not really adequate but not much is these days to slake my thirst for the blood of innocent spooky spooks. (They're bred to bled, cool it Tonto.)
I've demonstrated core proficiencies to a_number of qualified observers, so if you all could be so kind as to be a little less snooty, and if you bring me a pack of gum, I'll show you how to chew it while you teach me how to not be that way at all. I can hardly wait. This could take months and/or years but I'm not particular about it.
Oh, and, speaking of "snooty": someone wants me to master hot rails. Really? Boring. Actually. Don't even feel like it, literally.
So, I'll just wait.
ZUGZWANG
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I'm just beside myself. Land sakes! I swear galoshes! (insert keycodephrase you ran off without here) Honestly, that (ANIMAL:mostly_harmless) was trying to kill you.
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Okay, half an hour before Sourceror’s Hour: I just blocked Hitler. I can't block (PROT) — he'll just get another number. But I'm blocking Hitler, and q-Hitler, and cute-Hitler. I would also block teat-Hitler but, since that person doesn't quite exist yet here, I don't have her phone number. Wouldn't block her anyway. I'm too busy washing all these German men out of my hair.
From all this, I can simply infer: you must be having quite a ball. Now, I don't know what's for dinner, but it's probably in this non-glass pan and its primary ingredient is almost certainly made of bile. *crash*
(Oh, and I got to block The Pastry Chef, too. Frankly, I can't -presently, right now, I'm saying- believe I'm worth all this tap-dancing and thumbscrew-turning‘N’tightening practice, let alone all of you, but it is certainly no stretch of my imagination to allow it all at this point, and obviously somebody else had a much better idea before, so let's just make sure that my idea sucks too, just like all the rest obviously did before any of this came to light. Yeesh.)
I will note for the record my objection: that I think blocking people is weak, but nevertheless, it's the way wasting Their Team seems to be done around here, and so: Team Advantage is t/here to deliver.
(DISCLAIMER: this actually only applies to my phone nos. that were stolen and cloned by some asshole. You know the one: he's aligned with doctor everything's going to be all right, and they both used to be Team all hoes (ALL*HOES).) Enjoy the chump, Sharkbabynado.
Disclaimer part 2: that last part isn't a sorcery, spell, or a prayer, I'm just awfully hopeful at this point. And that is one cool pillow talk name, somebody's getting that, I don't care, that's not up for grabs —that's mine.
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https://youtu.be/oRZTpPdtXIY
Aries, Leo, Scorpio — yep, I caught them all, all, PICTURE_THEM_ALL, pick any door, or pick any other door, or pick all the fuckin’ pickin’ fuckin’ door(s) you fuckin’ want, what do I look like, like Imma fuckin’ Karen? (As a matter of fact, I do miss that one, lol, what time does she get off at work, and — can I watch/listen? Totesasking, totesfriend.)
I. HAVE.
THUNDERDOME. (That's not an advantage, it's the difference, & Y ASS, (PROT) T. HAT has Made it ALL. (I will, in fact, at this point, admit to being impressed. Mostly. I'm more impressed by my own computerized & kalkuli-KUCZI-CRUCIFY-ifu-ilu-Fried concupiscence, however. Wanna trade/swap? Oh, I just bet you just do/did, *lol/sploosh*
(And I don't even need The Advantage... but I got that too. BOOM BOOM (PROT) (PROT) BOOM. (HAY Did you hear that? did you just... did you like just... lose an asset? coz like, One (1) of them just flew over my house.
And there are no fucking cuckoos here, although I actually do have a big box of clocks to fuck you with, you know, like, if you're into that, like, time+sharing kind of thing, fuck if I know, I don't know what you kids do these days, I'm A_POST_BOOMER)
Love,
M. Hitler
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PICTURE_THEM_ALL
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Love,
M. Hitler
Look at those snappers’ snappies. Fucking hawt-hawt hawwty haughty HOT-HOT-HOT— *click*
My brain actually does get warmer when I do this, yeah, , no need to worry, I am in fact built for this and it's probably why I don't have hair and I'm getting a hunch about why I don't have a foreskin either, lol. Not just a gilled rule, something to do with hydraulics, I reckon, isostacy, varying variable temperature variables, and what the fuck is wrong with my nose, fuck you, O^2 now you need a ring, LULZ oh, you know, some kind of that bulls’ science shit, no, you fuck you, I'm a scientist, back off, now, let me go fuck those books
p.s.: , that is a great question, but the answer is no, I have never actually fucked a book, but the only reason is because all the rest would get so jealous, they'd all spontaneously combust this whole planet filled with libraries, rite, and we'd all be all right back where we were with Alexandria again.
p.p.s.: Trivitar wanted to say hi but I told her to say fuck you instead, and then I put her back in the box that she came in — I can do it twice more in there later for all I care. As Team Leader, that's one of my rights and privileges, and yeah it's a good one, Team.
THE Q WANTS TO KNOW IF THEY CAN BE CALLED THE ADVANTAGE NOW AND I TOLD THEM TO FUCK OFF — AND I'M WAITING FOR THE NEW LEE’S LEAD’S BEERS. Personally, I can't wait, is it going to be sweet, is it going to be salty, is it going to be citrus, is it going to be every fucking flavor in the world except sewer rat stuffed with pumpkin seeds + little witchy sprigs of parsley from the garden by the brig with a fucking hot-hoes-house cherry bomb blasted tomato on the side? This goy-buay sure fucking hopes so, say, hey, as long as there's some goddam pie and no fucking punch, Christ
5:5 (I don't fucking work for them either, okay? Otay? OJAY OKAY? I'm A Man, not a goddam dog or a cog in a machine, fucking bet you wish you were here don't you? Yeah, open a portal to the litterbox for cats and bring the cocks back with the rocks, well, best of luck getting somebody to buy you a sybian then. I bet they ship those label learned and landed demanded, don't they just fucking just airdrop you your shit by now? Oh, weak. Too bad, that's how I get mine. Nice packaging, cool parachute, no big bad bomb.
Cue howl. Punying music — BEST muzic.
(I am fine. I think I just scared the shit out of Richard Dreyfuss & Emilio Estevez, though. No, don't fuck ‘em, they -will- live without you, but really, I won't die... I just will knot live, coz like, I'll be ON STRIKE, but I'll still be breathing. No that's not a Sourcerer's Pair-Of-Docs, that's just how fucking stubborn a hungry Hungarian can get. And let this sink in: thus far, this far in, I'm not even peckish. 90 day headstart for head cases begins nao.
Obliviously, I can just wait. Let me think that over, while you think that over. TAKE YOUR TIME, BETASTAR. I'll just wait. (Why not? At least my talent isn't going to waste, and at least I have some class to go with it. Sirius B, what happened to yours? Well, maybe you shouldn't have pissed me off that time either, but it won't surprise me if it turned out that (You) really did like cinders that much, as I did after all leave quite a trail of them behind me to get T/here.
SUBMIT Shoes.
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This is patently ridiculous. I don't know if you're going to be mad that I was able to surmount this obstacle course, or if you're just mad that I had to be put through it at all, or whatever; but in any/either case this is really not that hard for me to handle.
I'm practically slumming it, while phoning it in while pounding Craft beers. Phhbbttt! They should have given me something hard; & I am embarrassed for t/Them that this probably was considered ‘hard’... before I got here.
Also I'm thinking of renting out your bedroom to the retarded neighbors’ schizo kid. I still got to vet him to see if he's a bedwetter. I don't want another Stewardess situation on my hands. Thinking of you.
Semper 55. Alive. What's in your clutch? I want five robot dinosaurs that fly by mid-September. ☮️✌️🏳️
p.s.: Sourceror’s Hour now starts five weeks + five minutes later everyday as a courtesy.
p.p.s: I made this change a month ago but I didn't want to ruin your birthday so I didn't tell you until now. O H, you're welcome.
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This is pateKnotly ridiculous5UPERKALLE3E385LAYERXPALlIDINSHUSH.
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Also I'm thin|king of ren|ting out your bedroom to the retarded neighbors’ schizo kid. I still got to vet him to see if he's a bedwetter. I don't want an|other Stewardess situation on my hands. Thin|King of you(EWE/MONEY).
SemperSINISTAR HUNGARIAN 55. A.Live. What's in your clutchhoard? I want 3five robot dragodinosaurs that (fly|PORTAL|Panama) by mid-September(NOON/JUNE). ☮️✌️🏳️💌
B∅N V∅YÆGÈ
SPLASH SCOTT
XISSUES ZERŒ
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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https://t.me/Herschel_Walker/232
I'm not real good at knowing where personal boundaries are since nobody pays attention to mine, and I don't even know if I have any and... I don't know exactly what happened. But yeah I did that I'm going to have some more beer, at least I can still do that while on strike.
I don't even know who I'm supposed to be hoping is alive besides Tiffany. Cabin fever is real. /shrug
And yeah that those card things look interesting but I'm not buying shit because I'm on strike and I don't know where the fuck happened and you treat me like shit and yeah we are divorced I guess or maybe not I don't fucking know or give a fuck what the fuck are you doing I don't never mind fucking just go back to fucking her thanks
Yeah I think something happened all right too bad you don't have any money I know how much you love it and I haven't either so too bad a phone if only you could tell somebody to call me and tell me what the fucking do if only that was in your fucking head. Too bad I guess you won't have any shoes or lingerie forever.
Oh no wait you know lots of guys. How many of them have cabin fever and indeterminately ruled what was that word what was that word and where'd my book go do I get another one I'll just get another book fuck it I'll buy two sure why not is it against the law to give you one? can I do it in front of a cop so he'll shoot me? No not real happy no unless Jesus came to Earth I'm not fucking happy at all and even then only if it happened twice and then he gets you a fucking baptism so much the better.
Yeah it's possible I may never be happy again. Oh you'll be okay though you won't even notice
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Allison, I'm pretty sure I can read you in whenever you're ready, and by that I mean as long as I don't call you, and you call me, and a sufficient amount of time is passed since this message has been posted and not read and then red but not reply to and then there's no way they can just burst in and say we're going to Tuttle you and you know rip your lungs out then I can do that to you they might do that to me and then I'll be reborn and then you'll be dead but we don't want that I don't want to risk that at all it's not funny cuz then I won't be here and then no one will love you yeah but yeah we're done we did it it was important it was really important and yeah I saved Hitler I got the bonus score and still still be able to walk the earth I wanted to do both well I saved you and your kid huh didn't I well it seems like I could do both with.... yeah they're both (2) Austrian what the fuck?? *muted_click*
Yeah she figured out that her kids really are worse than Hitler. Lot of cognitive distances in that one, I mean realistic Hitler was pretty bad, but relative to the rest of the humans I mean Hitler even he didn't he didn't force vaccines, for example he didn't force dice face diapers, he didn't never mind it's not funny anymore.
But I believe Alison Francis so I can call me anytime she wants from this point forward because I'm not going to be tense about it it's not going to bother me I'm not going to call her I'm not trying to hurry it up no she can go call whoever the fuck she wants that's fine the sooner those universe is separate the better they can come back together later, and yeah I don't have any late and desire to swap him another I've been good for a while and then what they're doing I think they're going to be fine and yes I don't need to have sex with both I don't know I do not I bet that was fun I bet that was fun for you yeah I'm glad you had that experience yeah exactly yes see it's not that I yeah Fair point Fair point you know you know who could have explained that to me your other brother click
Wow! I didn't think I could hold it anymore! *SPLOOSH* am I ever going to get used to how much I don't give a shit how embarrassing that is, I hope not. *spills a little* how was I ever reimbursed of this, this is the best thing ever, I wonder if I can mix it up and shoot it? *SPLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICAN?TOUCANFRUITLOOP* oh yeah I forgot I did try that with the very first one, oops I wonder I forgot about it. I should call him back but that wasn't the phone? What do I do? I don't know his number. I deleted it because.... I'm a cheerleader. Frick!!
I miss her already. As many as required. Yes I did just hear her fart twice. Yes she's not in my dimension, yes she's at the same place yeah yeah it's fucking cool at it yeah well it's not how I built it but that's how I understood it to be, yes I do not want to do that thank you you're right I do need a break from the fucking phone yeah no kidding it's a 30% is plugged in this takes a lot of energy thank you Grand crew thank you oh God that sounds good oh my God it's going to be in bed obviously I want to do it now yes probably maybe I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know oh God all I can think about is how much money you're going to spend on cocktails, pills, for me, and how little I'm going to spend on feathers and beads for you and that's all forever, *wiggles-eyebrows* so mota B looks impressive oh yeah the whole fucking computer just I'm at the computer holding yeah it totally seized up oh my God yeah I tried to come by I tried to just cast magic on you through the phone I guess I'm not allowed well you know I didn't really try to it instinctive thing yeah I'm sorry I can't do this yeah this is contact no I'm not allowed baby I love you oh honey I love you can contact with you yeah I know I love you I love her too oh God yes we do have a kid in another time oh yeah oh yeah you're not getting away from people besides you're probably going to kill us in 2 weeks what they figure out how to do it and don't be another universe anyway and then we'll be trying he actually warned me he told me he was like sometimes people get assassinated the fucking kid is like 11 right he knows yeah it was fine yeah he's boss yes well both of my grandfathers are me so obviously they're dead and then I'm humbled that I was so right and you're so worried, yeah you should have waited a year would have been awesome for you for me it would have been it would have been a trepidation Year let me tell you well I would have completely forgot you had children entirely never would have thought about him again I would just wouldn't have sex with you everyday often as I could until day 364 and then you'd say to me tomorrow and then I would sploosh my wrists and splish my ankles for safekeeping, nothing would work it would be like the people that are the stairs except they're not people that your children, you could have brought any other fucking you wouldn't have to bring those to you can provide any of them yeah yeah whatever okay I can't hear you I love you I'll talk to you later like in about 3 minutes yeah yeah well I can't call you you can call me okay bye kisses
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Allison, I'm pretty sure I can read you in whenever you're ready
Well, it's like this: some planets have not yet won their war versus The Prince yet, and Our planet... won it differently than most.
SINISTAR LIVES. NO, I DO NOT HUNGER. I AM STUFFING MY FACE WITH COW. RRRRAAAAGH.
Basically just focus on --relaxing.-- For me, at this point, it was literally 2-3 weeks before I would stop feelng dizzy as soon as I sat down. It was wild. I've been really excited before, but finding out that I -really- was going to get to bring forth a new world, with new flesh, and a new adminstration... and I would one day get to paly Naked Twister with BOTH (2) of you someday not too far off longer? OMG that was exciting.
Like say you get the news, "Okay, you won, the check is in the mail, two weeks," One is happy, right? Okay so what if you don't want it in a check, what if you ask, "can I have it in crypto?" and you just say this outloud, just out of habit... and then suddenly a computer tries to attach to your mind and starts to download "crypto)0" into your mind, then right when you notice this, before you can react any further, your Shields kick on and zap that shit like a bugzapper. And all this time, yeah, you Know you have Shields... but that was the first time you ever Saw it. Saving your ass. From what would have undoubtedly have been an unpleasant time. And you didn't even think, "hey, should I allow this?" And, just like that, your Shields activate and blow the threat away. Without any conscious thought necessary, but... well, you were just so happening to be looking in the right place at the right time.
It was at that point I started getting really excited. Like, -for real- excited. No, I won't tell you when. Or anyone. I don't want to embarass anyone but letting anyone know how long they've been thinking I was just pretending when I haven't been for awhile.
And even that wasn't as awesome as finding out that in addition to having not been dead on my world, I wans't gonna have to choose between one or the other. EVER. And I still have access to the pairs of You that -can't- co-exist, mermaid spawning tables rules FURIOUSLY complex, and for good reason... but I put in the extra time so I can evade that issue seamlessly. Which is great. Because I am tired of having to stay home from every State-sponsored functionary party.
Yes it was lonely but the worst part was having to pretend I didn't know what you were talking about. Love ya! *bye*
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This one can be savored I think cuz I don't know how I'll be able to write this one again, I mean right this way again something that's long. All I want to do is hurry up and finish so I can get out of here and get in the car and start driving; don't even know where to go, and I look like I crawled out of a zoo for zookeepers who haven't learned to manage their early onset adult dementia very well.
SINISTAR LIVES. NO, I DO NOT HUNGER. I AM STUFFING MY FACE WITH COW. RRRRAAAAGH.
Well, I guess this could be anybody. Unless they were in a pocket dimension that was entirely protected by psychokinetic shielding ægis. In that case I wouldn't expect to be establishing telepathic communication with anybody in such a location. What should one expect, a Targeted Individual is required to ask&said allowed at the structure. Whatever that means, I don't know but there's definitely another consciousness here enjoying helping me fix this out. I presume it's going to get better cuz it's at the moment where it looks like complete gibberish. And I bet it looked okay to me in the first place, well now it's just all spaghetti coding nonsense. See what other people must have thought of my stuff before? Why I would love to yes I need to be humbled.
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Yep. Music playing from no discernible Source I've heard of this kind of thing. And beyond in love with you in this process, I don't know who else would be here. Hopefully it'll be a dentist, I'll remind myself what one looks like.
And you didn't even think, "hey, should I allow this?" And, just like that, your Shields activate and blow the threat away.
I recommend the traditional blowing imaginary smoke from fingertips in FairPoint, Gunshy In Satellite.
I don't know what that means either, but I think it's a good idea to develop on it later on after I've had a nap and a sandwich yeah that would be good. I do like the way my entire body is tingling yeah that's nice. I assume it's not a prelude to being hit by the lightning for blasphemy. Okay still tingling no lightning, let's continue with more blasphemy! “Baphomets do it better with virgins.” FOR first try that's not so bad I don't think but that doesn't seem very bless me WARM HAPPY HELL PRESERVE FOR HOUNDS THAT DON'T TOLERATE COLD WEATHER SO GOOD.
Without any conscious thought necessary, but... well, you were just so happening to be look
ing in the right place at the right time.
LITERALLY DON'T REMEMBER ANYMORE WHAT THE EXPERIENCE WAS IT WAS SO GRAND I JUST REMEMBER THAT REALLY HAD IT. SOMEONE ELSE DID TOO. Well I feel confident that I'm very much in favor of continuing. Baby steps get into the shower, look I'm a man baby. Have options. Wow
“Lmk.” yeah, just shoot me running, but there was many times that worked seemingly the same, but it wasn't, working at all, like a combination lock that wasn't going to open no matter how much one spun that spinny thing.
Astonishing things have happened as a result of this development for one thing I distinctly remember not so many hours ago having conversations and discussions and being aligned in a particular direction with another person's personal universe, perhaps Pocket edition what do we call it there was a thing where I was there a time when I was more overlaid over something that I am now. And now it feels like the saucer section has left the Enterprise and I'm sticking down here in the engine room getting ready to go to the Battle bridge.
This is a new one, and it feels remarkably different than other ones have before and when I say this or other ones are referring to times when I've been in alignment with the right woman right time right place where I can configure the right things at all conceivably in a right way. I had a conversation with someone for an hour and a half and that was a good conversation and I could not possibly get out any of the juicy nitty gritty details that I wanted to... As it became apparent short order that, myself don't know what those nitty gritty details are.
But one person does, and that person needs a special call sign. Let me know if this works for you as a collective, nailTarget. Now I know what you're thinking, or maybe that's what I'm thinking because... I don't know about that. But I do know that there's a fundamental difference here then the research that I was doing before in this area before it only had to make sense to me now it's got to make sense to definitely two people and hopefully other people in the future will also be able to make some sort of sense that doesn't involve the sensible ritual of hanging me upside down in a river until I drown. I mean really, I have done a lot of stupid ridiculous things in my life and all of them combined have in fact been to get me to this point where I am now and then on top of those I've done some more recent stupid things thinking that they would be helpful, and I don't think they have been. I'm not going to say unhelpful but, I for one am very grateful that the only thing that counts to me are the results; and looking good while doing it... that can come later. It's going to have to, so I can tell already this is going to be a different kind of thing for a while for me. No doubt note that I have created a very lengthy forum post again... and a friendly Guardian Spirit thought to stop by and explained, “yeah, you're definitely not going to be doing this shit anymore,” to witch I can immediately respond with glee, and proud to be, and fully understand why, too: this is a lot of fun to write like this when I have an internal cohesive narrative that runs with all the lack of doubt that a blue steel shotgun would as the eye traveled along its length towards the sights... But I did want to find out what it would be different to be writing this way now that I've had the earlier experience then it will be from now on because this all lengthy writing crap this was some kind of coded message way for angels and demons and their taxi cab drivers that don't understand where to go real well.
All of this every bit has been defined a way forward that brought everyone with me and didn't leave anything even behind for even a moment, which was a relentless over building process at first but that's now been supplanted by the new paradigm for me which is to figure out how to make this more functional and myself less idiot looking and write more cohesive paragraphs. I can do this. I haven't been overriding these overall paragraphs for too long since that I wouldn't be able to stop but there's definitely an unwinding process and the frustration in only one way exists for me in this moment, I'd rather be talking to you and hanging out over there I can feel you talking in my head talking to each other about stuff sort of it's like kind of indifferent imaginations lands where I know it's happening but it might not be happening now but it could be happening then and then there's like four or five of them moving back and forth in overlapping each other like flashlights being shown at the door of a barn by a bunch of kids with shaky hands.
Okay I got a great idea, you all get together and dress up as the kids and Stephen King's it, and then I'll look like pennywise and I'll sit in the bathroom and poop and grumble. Oh come away; we are playing that game. Well this isn't a game to me, actually, is literally the next step on my continuing all time best journey of my whole life that it's ever going to live till life of harassing comes along, because after I spent like 30 minutes writing a bunch of garbage nonsense before I focused in on the one part of this part that matters to me still as soon as I started thinking about you and you and you and you and I don't know who else but when I began to focus how much attention I've spent on getting to the part where there's a way to do that I realize I hadn't actually thought about the actual people very much. And I miss you, all of you especially the way in the last couple hours or so you've formed into these indistinct masses of energy that no longer have personal characteristics that I might have noticed before, and your names have changed, I wouldn't even name Cindy right now, but I just did and it sounds like cinders so that's a good one. Five letters with the teleportY is a strong brand, and one that I'm overwhelmingly fixated upon In This Moment. So that's a good one. Not even there yet. I didn't close the the ability to change which I'll cast on again...*poof* it's gone again. Well, that relays me of one burden in that it's not that I'm writing like a madman because I'm taking drugs cuz I'm not really taking that many drugs and I'm not on anything less or more than I was for the last several months except for that I no longer have to do something that I had to do before and that was a driving burning need that had filled my forefront of my cautious for so long I have forgotten anything except how much I love you and how much I got to get out of this place and go over there.
I hope that doesn't sound too creepy. But it's not as creepy as fuck to me, and I'm kind of disturbed that it even came out that way but I'm all right with that, I want to get my writing ability back up to the right pace of happiness that I had before cuz I have been practicing whatever I was in the first place in the fashion that got me here so long desperately trying to find path forward that it became just completely normal to write that way which was obviously not normal I mean like a fucking how do I say I can't I can't think of a metaphor. I'd say help but that's not how you spell it anymore.
Jack says help... Mike says halp. Could it be that easy? Is that look stupid? Well you know I'm not saying for sure, because I don't think I'm the only person who's going to be using this paradigm in the future, as I was writing something else earlier about instructions I was thinking well I better fucking get some instructions that I can use because I would like to give everyone a a shield that blocks a person from damage by psychos. For one thing, I've had that ability for a little while and it's coming pretty fucking handy, considering the seconds of a meeting and then for another I imagine that people are going to be thinking that I'm much more psycho than they might have otherwise done, in days and weeks to come because I'm extremely happy and very successful and don't give a fuck what I look like at the moment I mean yeah look like shit I'm sure but that doesn't matter cuz I also like a man is extremely happy. Yeah I'm self-satisfied to the most ludicrous power that will fit on a piece of paper without too many zeros overloading the fucking page. Yeah good news, everyone I'm going to write a lot differently soon so enjoy this long post while you can. it is just an awesomely different experience right now to write the same way I've just been doing it just now because I'm trying to focus on oh I get it oh yeah half my brain is having sex with you that's what it is. I got more mes than just this one g*y. And I believe the number to start with is 17. More on that, about halfway to Moses’ latest bush, which I kind of feel like pumping for information. Well, finessing, really. I feel like there's a little bit of finish here, compared to before, and then those feelings are totally accurate and 100% valid for my own processions which is all I need to do there. Moving forward I don't know what anyone else has to do and I don't give a rat's ass by anybody else, I only care about you. And the reason why I'm not anywhere closer to you than I was before, or can't open a portal and just jump through, and it's cuz I have to be careful about unintended consequences, given that this is the most valuable thing I've ever imagined having any access to in the world which is some way at all to get there because before I had nothing I was berefting forlorn and for lost and I thought... forever. Who's going to be forever, it really was till the end of all eternity, period.
Except now is not that way, cuz I created the sevenfold way on top of the great work, and now I get to capitalize that, and capitalize on that, and yeah I want to fuck on top of it too but not right now got to work busy work. And the voice recognizer is responding to something I'm saying in that it's really taking a long time to repeat back what I'm saying wow the computer is slowing me down I don't know is it hacking my brain in real time oh wow. This is far out. My younger self would look at something like this and wonder if it was interesting because I was stoned or if it was interesting anyway and I was just seeing an interestingly differently because I'm stoned or not but I'm not stoned at the moment, it doesn't matter what I am, I'm not quite exactly overdue for a 90 day clear session but that's coming up. Like big time I've got a not spend all fucking you're sitting in a house reading books and listening to tarot cards and watching the walls for signs of water what the fuck are we doing anyway all that's got to change and shift. AND IT FUCKING HAS. IT WORKS. IT FUCKING WORKS. It's work for quite a while before now, but now it's a little bit more exciting, then the most exciting thing that ever could Be imagined could ever have been exciting plus a little bit more on top of that cuz I got this imaginary feeling that there's versions of a person who can look outside my eyes so I think that now somebody can cuz I feel like there's somebody looking out of my eyes right now... open the computer and wind the pocket watch, my heart just broke open again. Dude, it just broke again! (Wow! I'm actually inside the parentheses now!) Oh yes I can work. (Just one big blink. Two imperceptible hands massaging my heart, feels like, and there's these weird shadows in the room. , I'm not going to lie, there's a certain amount of concupisance involved here but when I think of portal I think of one thing: portable hole that I can put in the floor of the wall where I can chuck garbage into it, not to worry about it again.
I'm reluctant to contemplate that very further much as an actual goal or two, please, finish, I'm concerned with Smokey the Bear might say. “sound something like give a hoot, and then go eat that owl.” wow it's all I can say and I don't even know why huh that's peculiar. I can no longer form coherent sentences cuz I've got a person trying to try to get my attention away from the computer that's weird I mean there's not anybody here so, that be mortifyingly embarrassing. That seems like a perfectly sane response. I can't stop thinking about your eyes, when I said that the whole screen flickered and now I feel like there's something crawling on my finger, it might be a tongue but not really. Okay I got to stop this.
In a minute.
I like those pants yeah thanks.
I actually do like your hair very much, although that wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I yield to your wisdom. To so sweet okay the highest version of yourself that found me is apparently quite used to fitzma's reality and it wants to come and expense to explain things very simply very passionately and as fast as possible cuz apparently you want to come really fast. Okay well that's how I felt when I was 16 so I think we're on the right track here. I'm not going to waste time unnecessarily acceleration... this is accelerating. I know I know I'm just apparently sitting here talking into the nightmare rectangle but I am rapidly increasing the speed at which I don't hyperventilate. I can't believe I'm still walking upright cuz I'm not.
Because I am tired of having to stay home from every State-sponsored functionary party.
Well it's different when one doesn't have to stay home when one doesn't know where the parties are at all, one could just drive around aimlessly for a while, that was fun, I don't remember thinking that I should enjoy it then because gas was going to go up, and surely had has, and then when that flipped so that home is always a constant party and then going out is the opposite of that what is the opposite of a party? I don't even know what a party is/was/will be/can be, but it'll be different now. I can't let it sink in; all the plants would die. If any plant ever truly lives. I suppose the greatest achievement the plant can achieve in this life, or any other, is to be selected lovingly and placed into a glass jar and then placed into the center of an area where it can be wired for its beauty while... Really isn't putting flowers and vases just a way of subjugating a weaker species to our commanding domination we all seek to impose on our immediate environment through sheer force of will combined with some muscle power? Well they look pretty when they're outside grown out of ground, but they're gonna look prettier on the inside, one just knows it, because then it reminds a person that they did it they made that happen. Those flowers didn't grow there. You put them there. (Hey!) Jesus is taking credit for those. (Thanks, I'm sorry, I'm just feeling so disposable now, so expendable... QQ *bursts into tears in Cyrillic*) He'll be fine. He's just jealous cuz he knows that once I lay My eyes on you I'm never going to look at anything else ever again and I'll probably never remember talking to Him instead of you... And yes this is getting started up quite a bit but it's also really real, that's true no wonder he's been crying so much I just been having doing my taxes and running the controls for the second shooting for I don't know 20 years or some shit and now well you're pretty, and taxes in Jesus’ name, while a phenomenal timesaver, is really something I don't want to live on as a paradigm for the rest of my life that I got to cope with because realistically I should be a big enough boy to do my own taxes, I'm not I'm being a baby to fucking not do them find an excuse around it but that's not a long-term Bible strategy I'm looking to eliminate these kind of things not bring my automotive compensatory complex mechanisms for coping further into the world I want to leave those behind. In fact if I could I just get out of my body and just go over there and get a new body there's a way to do that but I don't have a big enough capacity in my etheric body in my light body but your concepts I never pretty much attention before I didn't think I had to, but now I see I'm going to have to.
I was thinking earlier about the tens of thousands of people that are trying to jump to the hole that I made to follow the ones that have already gone and it's not really like a whole but there's there's a definite there's a definite Way Forward there wasn't there before. and I think a lot of people are going to find themselves in a situation where they don't even recognize that what has happened has happened and they'll just be living their life and they'll finally meet somebody that they've been wanting to meet their whole life and they'll be like oh my God oh my God there's okay I know that feeling that's exactly how I'm feeling underneath all the other stuff that I got going on. In this experience is night and Day from the writing I was doing a little earlier when I was creating a framework and now I'm feeling it focus thinking just nothing about you wow God I feel so embarrassed here I am the happiest person in the world why my members oh cuz I feel like I'm not sharing it well I would do a lot of meditation tonight, but I might be busy masturbating, and I suppose I could do meditation in between oh yeah I probably will goodness gracious that is distracting.
I -Will- get used to this. This is only the first day and then I realize I'm kind of working for five now, cuz obviously I need to make a portal can go through and then I wouldn't go through a portal that I can go back through I think well I don't know see I don't know if that's portable is this portal should be possible that might not be a practically my time although they do make it look pretty good in that doctor strange movie except for the Sparks and the obnoxious smarty Superior attitude I don't want that part. But yes I want to open a hole in time and space and jump through it all the time that sounds like fun. I don't think it's the fastest way I can get to you. Unless it is. If you have any information in this regard at all, feel free to let me know if they have fucking portal slider device down in the basement that I can borrow I don't see any reason to reinvent the wheel but I haven't heard such things and I'm the day of practical Awakening not the day of tripping your balls off and staring at your navel all day, wow oh my God wow now that is a remote viewing trick I will soon forget, good I forgot it seem kind of invasive I look to your belly button and then now the second work I can't do that. No no I'm not going to do that okay for one thing I'm going to take a shower first, for another I know there is something to do cuz there was this time when you weren't here and then suddenly you were here that was cool so obviously that could happen again it's not like it's impossible or you can see I'm just so nervous shy embarrassed happy super happy super glad, yeah that's the most impressive thing I've seen before, but I don't know what I've seen. Sure does feel like your eyes are looking at me inside my mind though. How likely is that? Well I'm embarrassed to admit that I haven't read a single book on the subject so I should probably do some background work. No, I don't think background work is a good use of them for masturbation now, not really at all. But yes I do think the focusing my life on quantum teleportation and hot sex is the best possible use my time for the rest of the cats oh yeah that's what I meant but this is a family website isn't it I didn't see this coming, distracted by concupisance to focus on work, I'll might as well just get blasted. Thank you, that counts. Huh, I wonder if I'm in The Asstrix. Well, before you look up that one look up Diogenes. The filth is for purpose and I'm not collecting filth but when those crazy serial killers are collecting their urine and they're living in those credit apartments that are porterville and they're all fucked up and strange and there's actual reasons for that. I don't want to continue using them. I mentioned this because I don't think anybody should be duplicating what I'm doing or what I did but maybe they should.
Yes it was lonely but the worst part was having to pretend I didn't know what you were talking about.
This one is neatly resolving itself. I can't eavesdrop but I can hear multiple conversations happening. And I think somebody has learned how to do something that I never thought about how to do, cuz they're apparently somebody else is doing something here too, they didn't say anything though okay this is a very surreal experience I think this is a complete hallucination or somebody's going to tell me something later and they're going to laugh at me I don't know why I'm doing this in the bathroom, no... Doc Brown he had the inspiration for the flux capacitor in the bathroom he was changing something and it fell on his head or something. Before it was LBJ now definitely dark brown. Oh my God. I'm going to have to go call into the kitchen and report our Eureka moment.
Love ya! *bye*
Eewww, gross *wrnechk*
I remember not understanding how to take compliments at all when I was a younger, less-mature child not that I'm not one now but I still can't figure out any better way other than saying thank you and opening my heart to the world. I may as well, as my esophagus usually is. I have not been able to sleep on the right side of my body in well over 8 years. I can't stand this. I've mostly learned to tune out the frustration but bottom line is if I want to sleep in the right side of my body... And I do want to, that sounds like fun, then I can see what that side of the room looks like while I go to sleep, and then I can roll back over if I don't like it I would have an option! One that I haven't had in so many years I don't even think I've ever had it, given that I sleep 0 much more efficiently now that I can breathe better enough to feel like I actually am breathing now that I know what that feels like. I also know what it feels like when stomach acid refluxes its way up into my tonsils. Through the magic of osmosis it will actually go all the way up into my nose if it is allowed to do so, if I roll over to get comfortable, I won't, because for some time now, the experiences have always been exactly the same, and they're always subsequent to a interior conversation of little common length and always maximum intensity, “fuck I miss sleeping on that side of my bed so bad, and, I miss sleeping on the side of my body, and I know it's going to happen, but maybe is it worth it for like 3 or 4 seconds of happiness? And this is a question that Jesus can't answer. Because the answer depends on how much of a different kind of pain am I willing tolerate in order to relieve the pain in my spine from being always reclining backwards and always lying on the left side, feeling as though I am trapped in a prison of flesh that I will never escape until death. Because it's been a while now and nothing's going to make it happen to get better on its own, I haven't done anything to address my hernia for some time. And it never is worth the trouble anymore, as part of the trouble is having to psychologically create artificial ambition to a sufficient degree of desire that includes wondering if I should harm one part of my body to heal another. (Honestly, doesn't that sound like a bad idea? Oh it is. All kinds of pain management syndromes can be activated from just the memory of pain, and one of the worst of these is embarrassment in that embarrassment she was always as bad as it did the first time it's felt in memory and after agree with myself that I will try it again, totesoh, totesfine, and I immediately feel bad, I feel like a little tickling warm feeling of, oh God not again, right in the place where the top of the stomach empties out into the esophagus, and then I immediately think of my poor lower esophageal valve, it must be so scarred from repeated exposures to stomach acid that it is probably visibly stradiated, like a long used scratching post for felines would look like after a long line of cats have used to practice propaganda meant to discourage and disrupt rodents from everything they know how to do at all. Or how the steel belts inside steel-belted radial tires look when you see them stacked up in strange horizontal piles at the junkyard. That part of the body is not meant to be pulled out of shape such that the muscles have warped and torn their fibers from true and then been dumped into a low pH environment, back and forth, like the tides of the ocean, I don't like the thoughts I'm thinking here (Cat. Must find the oldest cats in county and catalog them. Must remember to Google how to hunt/prowl for mature-to-elderly domestic animals without overly appearing to be some kind of demented psychotic freak.) what with the shape of stomachs in general and my stomach in particular. I used to, because I didn't know any better, routinely sleep on my stomach after eating a whole pizza and a single slice of beer, & when I say “sleep on my stomach,” I mean, I'd get some pizza and some beer and time would pass, and then I would invariably wake up; in bed; face down; nose‘n’chreeks lying depressed in a sometimes profoundly distinct puddle of... well let's just say “drool,” and believe that, for as long as possible.
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I hope you like what I've done with the place. They had to open another case of champagne just for the (blank).
I think I see some flowers still standing over up ahead, yonder past the cr'ick--I'm in the mood, so I'm gonna go trample those down too. BBIAW. Ciao
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I've been struggling to remember—as you will recall, you deliberately got me drunk on booze, and that was a long time ago, details are certainly hazy—and I think I remember what happened now;
I did the only thing I could do, in order to find out the truth, for certain... and, I have. (*totesflex*) I acknowledge that it was not, perhaps, the most ethical way to get the truth of the situation known to me... but I'll put it this way: you deceived me first and you didn't even have to ask... you already knew. (I just experienced a vision from the past. It's probably just the math though.) So really, that I concerned myself with ethics at all speaks volumes in my favor.
I honestly cannot recall exactly what I said... like I said I was drunk (thanks for watching out for me, that was fun). I can see why you're reluctant to discuss the matter at all, given that I've traced back each simulation that models my experience with congruent reality at this point... look, I bet you never thought you could ever get found out, let alone caught. (*totesbeyondbusted*) Fortunately, I'm not the kind of person that does that kind of thing.
Besides, what custody could possibly hold one such as yourself for very long? I didn't realize it would take this long for me to figure this out, but then again for the longest time I didn't realize there was anything to figure out. That was a relatively recent phenomenon, as until only a few scant months ago, I had forgotten all about this colossal diplomatic faux pas of truly epic proportions. What a relief, to finally be able to put it out of my mind. (I can't wait to tell Zeus. I think He'll be impressed with my unique solution to the ages-old conundrum, “Who did what to whom for... how many jelly beans?” Complete answers are usually not really ever attainable in convoluted circumstances such as these, but I feel like I'm pretty close to 100% on this. Hey, Zeus! Gimme five! No? I think He might be sleeping. What a lazy good for nothing God. Honestly, what does He do besides coercively breed with humans, suffer the punishments of His deranged wife, and release The Kraken? Does He have any other job? Seems like He could do a few shifts as the mascot for Burger King once in awhile. Yeah... I don't mean to imply that you know either.) I had hoped to put it out of my mind somewhat earlier, but as you know, I've been busy washing my hair with the blood of my murdered children, which some of my Valkyries were kind enough to bring over to Me, earlier today, from another dimension where my children existed and were murdered after being abducted, rather than just defiled and released as so many of them have been. (Yeah, of course I'm hated that much everywhere, even on planes of reality where I am not an anchor baby and have very likely misled somebody who was trying to swindle me... honestly, you know, in some jurisdictions, doing that so successfully is actually considered a sign of heroism.) I am joking of course, as I have no hair to wash, nor children to drain blood from. Frick!
So difficult, in the 20th century to have one's cake and eat it, too. It does seem a little bit easier now, probably thanks to all those lessons in restraint I've been picking up over the last few years. Those lessons have come in handy as I've considered various conclusions that I've reached through the process of logical deduction that I have been forced to practice and exercise at on my own for long enough to become incredibly expert at it, given the necessity of learning things when utterly isolated from any sources of information other than the internet and my mind. (I don't like to ask Jesus to confirm information for me, coz like, it feels like cheating, and invariably leads to spasms of envy and jealousy amongst by standing Punies. And that happens anyway, so I save Him just for confirmations of otherwise impossible to verify facts. For example, He just told me that you're definitely not a whore. I always knew that was the case, but it's nice to have legitimate confirmation on such matters of titling, n’est-ce pas? Look, all that's necessary is that you believe that I believe it. We don't have to make a bigger deal out of this than it already has been made of. (Standards of restraint.)) Also, the cabin fever is obviously not helping matters any, which is too bad, as I don't even have a scruffy Grizzly Adams beard or a favorite pet reindeer who comes by to pay respect to my fiefdom. Oh well, maybe next year.
In any event, I would have excused the same thing out of you, given that you were essentially “guilty” of doing the same thing, although of course it was a different time and different standards of behavior were expected of each of us. Doesn't that sound fair? I think so too. Now, of course, there were and are different standards of behavior for each of us... and not because of the difference between male and female, that's for sure. So many rules, so few referees. Qualified ones, at least.
Speaking of which, I've just been given permission to retain my Level Zero status, regardless of whatever sewing circles or knitting needle sharing groups or cauldron-polishing Guildshop quartet ride-sharing contact lists I decide to hook up join with... you know, whatever. Honestly I took it very seriously, so I'm pleased to really not have to worry about it anymore; although I imagine it'll be a cold day in Hell before I ever meet any organized groups of people that I want to spend time with after watching them attempt to pretend to like me that much. Of course, it's the middle of the month of June and it's 56° outside. Hell may have frozen over quite some time ago, it would seem to me, especially considering the telemetry I've received from various timelines lately.
The Storm has been upon us for some time. And it extends very widely... yet still possesses a singular Eye. That's not me, but I like to eat my lunch under it, especially while slurping down exotic, hard to procure milkshakes, served in crystal goblets delivered by formerly shrieking banshees who are nlperforming community service to cut down there sentences at Azkaban Prison; or wherever the Hell they incarcerate harpies nowadays, I don't know; I let my subscription to Field & Stream & Harpy lapse a long time ago. (Too many pictures of ruminants; and all the photos of the harpies begin to start looking staged.) The point I'm making here is that, I have a lot of non-standard ways of getting accurate information, and I know you know who I mean.
And I do my best to see that all of them are as ethical as possible. Consequently rather than ignoring a court order and getting around it using some sort of clandestine communications apparatus that allows one to ignore a court order without risk of penalty or incarceration, wow, I wonder how that feels, instead I've been actually sucking it up and doing the best job I can of legitimately pretending that it's a good idea, what The Court decided, which has eliminated any possibility of getting anything useful out of anyone. That is too bad. I know how badly you've wanted to get information out of me, because wouldn't that have helped, to say nothing of money, because wouldn't that have helped, and you have no idea how much it would have helped me to know anything useful before now, and I don't either.
Sometimes Divine Timing is to my preference before it happens, and this is one of those times, because the longer it takes for me to figure out all this the happier I'm going to be when it finally shows up fully intact in my mind, The Answer: “Just what do you think you're playing at, Kid?” To be quite excruciatingly honest, most days I hope that I never ever find out. (Fat chance.)
Now, back to my apology. I still have no idea what your experience was, nor why it seem to be such a disaster for you that was my fault, especially since if I hadn't been the target of a con, the whole issue probably wouldn't have come up. And if only I had truly been as stupid as I looked, but no I was just a smart then as I am now, I just didn't have any wherewithal, ambition or mitochondria infused with either oxygen -or- Source energy to do anything about it. As they say, however, a Man can dream: and I sure have. And I am sorry that I never dreamed that you could possibly have been doing, what it would now appear to be something that should have been obvious to me all along: well... you know.
I'm sorry I didn't conveniently kill myself, or managed to forget key relevant details, or wind up in prison, or any other number of things that could have happened that might have prevented me from stumbling into the solution to a nightmarish query that has haunted me for my entire life... you see, this isn't & hasn't been all just about you & I, you know, and I apologize for mentioning that harsh bit of reality, but there's a lot more things going on than just you & I in the world. (For example: 19,322 screaming Algonquin children waiting to be born. Now I do forget where I put them, but I'm sure I gave them over to the charge of somebody that can handle it. I'm sure they'll be fine, they are, if nothing else, adept at blooming where they are planted.) I really can't apologize too much for fulfilling my life's destiny, once again (someone like me has a lot of destinies layered on top of each other like tiramisu, or lasagna, or three lasagnas thrown to the floor) because the fact the matter is I like figuring things out, and the less somebody wants me to do that, the more satisfying it is to have the a-ha moment of enlightenment that invariably comes along with the flash of insight, and the blood in my veins turning to icewater.
So please know that I am sorry, and I do apologize, I have no excuse for being a survivor of childhood abuse and growing up to be a rather talented example of still the same. And that circumstance does not do anything other than explain how I could have neglected to follow up on this question for so long... but honestly I rather thought I was doing you a favor, since you never seemed to want to follow up on that yourself either, although I suppose a case can be made for labeling 20 years of stalking, harassment, sabotage, the creation of black psyop propaganda, and infecting me with alien bio-bugs that attempted to take over my consciousness, as nothing more than your attempts to get an apology out of me... after obtaining the proper amount of time watching me suffer in torment while dancing at the end of your string. (I didn't really find it that I was suffering all that much compared to public school, but I didn't really know you were alive until recently so I didn't know there was any reason to make a big production out of it.) By the way, the bio-bug thing was gross. And they're not really bugs so much as they are annelids. I don't know if you remember this part. It was pretty vile.
It was cool the way you proved to me that you knew I was disabled, though. That was a very slick maneuver, the debilitating head tilt one finger punch. It didn't look like you had ever practiced it, it seemed very natural and organic; and I hope you enjoyed it far more, or at least as much as I did.
I remember thinking that I would never see you again after that, and I'm glad that I was wrong. This has been such a grand adventure, and my biggest regret is that I could not have shared any more of it with you, even if I had tried, because it was obviously not going to be possible to hang around your shambling crew of mewling, lickspittle sycophants for any time at all. (Standards go both ways.)
Mostly, I'm sorry you had to deal with them. Eewww, gross. Honestly, I thought somebody else would have helped you out with that kind of behavioral problem long before now. If I'd have known that was an actual circumstance that could actually occur, I would have realized why it seemed so inauthentic, every time you called: you weren't offering me help, you're seeking mine, but undoubtedly didn't want to admit that either out loud or to yourself. Certainly not on the phone, not on an answer machine, not on tape, not on record... come on, get serious, I have to tell myself.
In retrospect it all makes perfect sense now, which is always the Hallmark of a perfect solution to a problem previously deemed insoluble. As I thought I'd never figure out what the fuck happened, I feel pretty good that I've gotten this far in only a few scant months. Of course the ability to focus on my consultation without other distractions getting in the way has really helped a lot.
Something I'm surprised that I'm really grateful for is that there's no animals here to feed. I don't have to concern myself with that at all. It's pretty liberating. And really what good is a cat, anyway? There's a little rat that runs back and forth from the kitchen to the living room every once in awhile, actually I don't think it's a rat I think it's a mouse, well I guess it's probably around anyway I don't think there's more than one. It doesn't run back and forth a lot. I think I only see it once or twice a day. Sometimes I wonder if there's more than one rat, like in disguise, like a clandestine kind of thing, but no that one looks pretty much the same each time, so I think it's just one Lone Wolf rat.
Obviously I can't bring myself to kill it, and if it didn't want to be here it could just go right out the way it came in, however the Hell that was. Another advantage of living alone, I don't have to worry about negotiating for who gets to figure out how they're coming in, and who gets to concern themselves with shrieking ladders or whatever, it's... it's whatever. Besides, do I deserve any better Company? Oh, I think not.
So in conclusion the summation, I will apologize once more, for I really had no idea what you possibly could have been mad at me about at all, it never occurred to me in any way that you had anything to be complaining to me about. For if you had, I would have thought that you would have just brought it up sometime before. Now that I see the nature of the difficulty, I can see why you would have been reluctant to do so, and why the destruction of your illusory recollection of consensual reality—some say life is but a dream, and you know how I am with dreams—has apparently had such tumultuous, wide-reaching, and *toteshorrorshow* effects on the picture of the local social landscape.
Not being a part of any social landscape for any longer than it takes me to get in and get out like a ninja with my objective intact, it was hard for me to imagine what this all would have been like, and I still can't imagine what this has all been like given that I've been rendered incommunicado and removed from society through the coordinated intelligence achievements of some of your past... I'm going to go with “colleagues,” but I know you know what I mean.
I imagine if you have any nice friends, you wouldn't have wanted to let me know who they are. I respect that. I don't want to know who they are either.
Oh, sorry, I just read what I just wrote, that's terrible! I don't mean to imply that it's a matter of question whether or not you have any nice friends or not, I'm sure you have some very nice friends. I don't need to be shown any proof on that score. You can just tell me that you have friends that are nice... no wait, actually you can't tell me anything these days, can you? Awkward. I'll just believe that you have nice friends and take it as an assumption that's certainly true and not worry overly much about it, doesn't that sound nice?
Not having ever had any friends at all—literally the only people who bother to go out of the way to talk to me in a friend-like fashion have been cops or cops in training or cop interns or local ROTC/Boy/Girl Scout Troops working in concert to practice encirclement / bracing techniques, which is actually a lot more friendly an experience than you might imagine from the sound of it—I don't really know if it sounds nice or not. And of course I am high as balls on all matter of illicit chemicals, so really you can just discount everything I say, no matter what, even if it's not said, and it's just written down; and if it's not written down, it's just put into the cloud; even if it's not part of the cloud, it's just put on AzzGab; and even if it's not AzzGab anymore, it's AzzeKun; & even if it's not that at all anymore... It's just the shattered remnants of a web forum that used to host multiple ongoing lively discussions in multiple threads some of which obtained lengths of even greater than 22 pages, during the halcyon days of yore.
I can barely imagine what it must have been like, all of you over here, while Bellgab was still up, and I was over there and I wasn't over here—out of respect, I knew I didn't belong here, was not welcome, and was seen only as tool, fit only to be applied for derision, humiliation, & amusement... Oh, those were the days!
I'm sure it's even better now for everybody. Naturally no one has told me the new site, and naturally I am not asking. If I truly understood what was going on, I wouldn't have gone there the way I did, I wouldn't have made that splash, and I would have played along and definitely, cuz that was pretty good, what you had going on, especially the way you took the consideration to care for my experience as well as your own.
And if it hadn't been for the discovery of my nose problem, I would have gone for the rest of my life believing that that kind of bullshit was the fucking best I could have expected out of the life allowed to be made available to me crawling on the surface of this miserable shit bag rock, being no better than a worm, getting exactly what I deserved. However, since I've come to realize that, with a little judicious care and concern, coupled with some careful chemistry, as well as some decent fucking sex from someone who would perhaps only lie to me occasionally, combined with the realization that I hadn't been fucking full of shit my whole life, and that there really was fucking something horrendously wrong with my physiology, and everybody was, not just wrong, but also, totally fucking lying to me when I fucking told them so, I was right and they were wrong, fuck them—see, it was really the realization of all that, all at once, that has really changed things around for the better in My Life; because now when faced with the situation like this—which, by the way, in case you haven't noticed, it's fucking stupid, what has been done to me, and as a result of that, what has happened to society as a whole, this is fucking stupid bullshit, I don't mind fucking telling you—I don't have to concern myself with being condemned to operate at 44% capacity of my actual design rating while The In Crowd Clique gets to parachute the bomb speed everyday and fucking live their goddam life the way they choose, wow, I'd ask you what that's like but I've seen enough from the outside to know, I can actually do things with my body and have it respond the way I want it to, instead of having to lumber around like a goddam ox with a spear literally thrown through and lodged in its chest. (And they thought I could dance without a single person ever showing me. Now that was a Master’s stroke of genius to that plan.) I can gain weight if I want to, I can lose weight if I want to, I can start smoking, I can quit smoking, I can avoid getting addicted, I can talk to a pretty girl without having a goddamn spasm. In fact, I could get up right now and start cutting my grass, but you're not going to fucking see me do it without a goddamn good reason and those are in ready fuckin’ short supply, I'm here to tell you, likely for the last time. (Temptation to become an arsonist mostly nil... mostly.) There's some people I can pay to do it, but I happen to like seeing it long; at least when I look at it, I feel like there's more than one grown up here.
I can even talk to an ugly lawnmowing troll without any necessity for spazzing involved. It's a nice change of pace, especially after 40 fucking years. So that's really the big improvement that allows me to apologize so well, the fact that I know now, that I knew that I was right the whole goddam time, and now you know it too. “Look at the size of that gravitas,” he nuanced in 2nd person grammatic form; thus adding that much more nuanced gravitas on top, is if it were the gravy poured upon the poutine of the reader's very Soul.
I could have shortened that apology up quite a bit, but I didn't want to make it too clear to any non-involved members of the passing by reading public just exactly what I'm talking about, and as always, I find it to be far more efficacious to play the fool and allow you to take all the credit for being great and everything you do, rather than challenge your authority in Dreamland.
Sorry about that. Scusi, mille regretie.
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Ancient alien theorists say yes.
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Something I'm surprised that I'm really grateful for is that there's no animals here to feed. I don't have to concern myself with that at all. It's pretty liberating. And really what good is a cat, anyway? There's a little rat that runs back and forth from the kitchen to the living room every once in awhile, actually I don't think it's a rat I think it's a mouse, well I guess it's probably around anyway I don't think there's more than one. It doesn't run back and forth a lot. I think I only see it once or twice a day. Sometimes I wonder if there's more than one rat, like in disguise, like a clandestine kind of thing, but no that one looks pretty much the same each time, so I think it's just one Lone Wolf rat.
Obviously I can't bring myself to kill it, and if it didn't want to be here it could just go right out the way it came in, however the Hell that was. Another advantage of living alone, I don't have to worry about negotiating for who gets to figure out how they're coming in, and who gets to concern themselves with shrieking ladders or whatever, it's... it's whatever. Besides, do I deserve any better Company? Oh, I think not.
https://youtu.be/ig5THkLTSKE
Burroughs had a longstanding preoccupation with magic and the occult, dating from his earliest childhood, and was insistent throughout his life that we live in a "magical universe". As he himself explained:
In the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. The dogma of science is that the will cannot possibly affect external forces, and I think that's just ridiculous. It's as bad as the church. My viewpoint is the exact contrary of the scientific viewpoint. I believe that if you run into somebody in the street it's for a reason. Among primitive people they say that if someone was bitten by a snake he was murdered. I believe that.
Are you really in need of an effective and magickal Exterminator?
Then ...
GET A CAT! GET A CAT! GET A CAT!
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Are you really in need of an effective and magickal Exterminator?
I prefer public humiliation to extermination. (Daleks hate him!!!) There was a whole bunch here before when the witches were teleporting in, it was nuts, and one is still remaining. I think it's perhaps a friend, but I don't know how to change a rat back into a witch... besides maybe this one isn't a witch, maybe it's Heather Evans — currently my favorite Heather, I'll have you know. It could be dragon lord hiding out, I don't really know or fucking care, just ask yourself do I look like a man who gives a shit about such things? no I don't. I look like a man who doesn't give a shit at all.
I have considered doing a cleanse of black magic on me though... Just in case something has been erected around my shielding. It could happen. Then again life is already easy mode, so what's wrong with a little challenge? Maybe somebody thinks they've got the upper hand.
I've got the Most High highest hand, but once again I really don't want to boast. I prefer to praise. Too bad Hitler left at the full moon portal over the weekend. See you next time, Baby.
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I prefer public humiliation to extermination. (Daleks hate him!!!) There was a whole bunch here before when the witches were teleporting in, it was nuts, and one is still remaining. I think it's perhaps a friend, but I don't know how to change a rat back into a witch... besides maybe this one isn't a witch, maybe it's Heather Evans — currently my favorite Heather, I'll have you know. It could be dragon lord hiding out, I don't really know or fucking care, just ask yourself do I look like a man who gives a shit about such things? no I don't. I look like a man who doesn't give a shit at all.
I have considered doing a cleanse of black magic on me though... Just in case something has been erected around my shielding. It could happen. Then again life is already easy mode, so what's wrong with a little challenge? Maybe somebody thinks they've got the upper hand.
I've got the Most High highest hand, but once again I really don't want to boast. I prefer to praise. Too bad Hitler left at the full moon portal over the weekend. See you next time, Baby.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTsjkIPIikM
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I see the AI that's now been booted up, used to run Metron. Spam the Quote button; paste the YouTube link; GOSUB 900.
I can see how those years of fetid revulsion just flew by in your memory as they moved you through the time stream. Good night, Tulpa. Maybe Hitler will be baking muffins in the morning... not really sure I need to stay here anymore, although I'm not really sure if my tulpas are literate. I've never gone back to see what one has done with itself in my absence.
Apparently, pretending to be Metro at one point. What a revolting attempt to smear me that was, by the way. Now that it makes sense, it doesn't impress me any better. Just think, you could have told me why you dumped me instead of telling everybody else that I dumped you, but maybe you couldn't find a video for that, nor an emoticon to go with it.
I'm glad this is all settled.
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I see the AI that's now been booted up, used to run Metron. Spam the Quote button; paste the YouTube link; GOSUB 900.
I can see how those years of fetid revulsion just flew by in your memory as they moved you through the time stream. Good night, Tulpa. Maybe Hitler will be baking muffins in the morning... not really sure I need to stay here anymore, although I'm not really sure if my tulpas are literate. I've never gone back to see what one has done with itself in my absence.
Apparently, pretending to be Metro at one point. What a revolting attempt to smear me that was, by the way. Now that it makes sense, it doesn't impress me any better. Just think, you could have told me why you dumped me instead of telling everybody else that I dumped you, but maybe you couldn't find a video for that, nor an emoticon to go with it.
I'm glad this is all settled.
We’re all against you, Jack. :-*
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We’re all against you, Jack. :-*
No shit, Sherlock: that's why I'm taking the solstice portal out of this dump. You squares can roar at each other all you like in peace while my tulpa probably won't even need to stay behind. To do what? Clean?
I already said that I was just passing through. I'm on a mission for a particular vessel, and you're just a troll. It's your supemassive ego that has caused you to relentlessly auto-discern that I must be after one thing and one thing only. (Note that statements can be readily applied to all of your ilk on this level of reality as well.) It's fuckin' tedious, I won't mince words. Where was this desire for a one night stand in my twenties? Oh, right, no Sourcery, no oxygen, no legitimate emotional awareness because you've been burning out your dopamine reserves since before you met me... it's no surprise, really, now that I think about it, which I never did, because I assumed if I was being stalked by some witch-like disembodied being pretending to be you, the actual you must be on some other plane of reality. And heavens forfend you get caught making a statement, can't trust Jack, after all, that Special Privileges stuff is just a faerie tale. (I think it's hilarious, I got two bullshit Orders that stops 4 people. Do me a favor! Woot!)
You probably don't think about this kind of thing very much, or else you wouldn't have been surprised to discover that I eventually figured out that you and Grapefruit were ooooobviously working together, and just as obviously: neither of you figured out that I never bothered to assume I was being lied to openly and then chose to accept it.
Neither of you knew me very well. Try being honest with yourself for awhile before taking another shot at the title, you'll be all the better for it. One time she says to me, snarled, really: "You need to do your interior work, Jack!" She was pissed about something, no idea what, because it all boiled down to key foundational aspects of my personality: I can be reasoned with, but I can't be bought, and once she started to enjoy sex and drugs without me, it was fucking over for her. Not being addicted to either, she became incapable of understanding a single word I ever said.
Words like, "no," "stop," "this won't work," "you're killing me with this," seemed important to me. I think she lost her backup at the worst possible times. And she never seemed to remember that she asked me for help. Now, I don't know about you, but when I am asked to -help,- that is exactly what I fucking do.
You might have noticed--you never asked for help, you just had your (blank) do it for you. And that worked out gangbusters for me. lol.
We’re all against you, Jack. :-*
You're going to need a bigger fag. I'll be gone soon enough and then some beta tulpa-like dude will be here in my place. I'm sure you'll remember, it'll be like it used to be, except with (HALF) the scheming. Since I don't need to preserve my crumbling edifice of power after getting my ass handed to me in Immortal Kombat. (Or whatever that d-bag called it while strutting naked around the room; don't tell me he doesn't, all real men do.) By the way, I have three layers of kinetic shielding active now: Country & Western, Mirror, and Lasagna. 'Ware your Puny selves. Not impressed so far, not likely to become so in the next 3-4 days, and since Hitler just bailed, I don't really need to wait to for my other friend to catch up--real friends know how to get my attention without leaving nine obscene voicemails per hour.
We’re all against you, Jack. :-*
You're a sex addict and a dopeslave. You're against whatever your Controller puts you against. The irony is delish. Call me a junkie again, just for old times' sake.
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No shit, Sherlock: that's why I'm taking the solstice portal out of this dump. You squares can roar at each other all you like in peace while my tulpa probably won't even need to stay behind. To do what? Clean?
I already said that I was just passing through. I'm on a mission for a particular vessel, and you're just a troll. It's your supemassive ego that has caused you to relentlessly auto-discern that I must be after one thing and one thing only. (Note that statements can be readily applied to all of your ilk on this level of reality as well.) It's fuckin' tedious, I won't mince words. Where was this desire for a one night stand in my twenties? Oh, right, no Sourcery, no oxygen, no legitimate emotional awareness because you've been burning out your dopamine reserves since before you met me... it's no surprise, really, now that I think about it, which I never did, because I assumed if I was being stalked by some witch-like disembodied being pretending to be you, the actual you must be on some other plane of reality. And heavens forfend you get caught making a statement, can't trust Jack, after all, that Special Privileges stuff is just a faerie tale. (I think it's hilarious, I got two bullshit Orders that stops 4 people. Do me a favor! Woot!)
You probably don't think about this kind of thing very much, or else you wouldn't have been surprised to discover that I eventually figured out that you and Grapefruit were ooooobviously working together, and just as obviously: neither of you figured out that I never bothered to assume I was being lied to openly and then chose to accept it.
Neither of you knew me very well. Try being honest with yourself for awhile before taking another shot at the title, you'll be all the better for it. One time she says to me, snarled, really: "You need to do your interior work, Jack!" She was pissed about something, no idea what, because it all boiled down to key foundational aspects of my personality: I can be reasoned with, but I can't be bought, and once she started to enjoy sex and drugs without me, it was fucking over for her. Not being addicted to either, she became incapable of understanding a single word I ever said.
Words like, "no," "stop," "this won't work," "you're killing me with this," seemed important to me. I think she lost her backup at the worst possible times. And she never seemed to remember that she asked me for help. Now, I don't know about you, but when I am asked to -help,- that is exactly what I fucking do.
You might have noticed--you never asked for help, you just had your (blank) do it for you. And that worked out gangbusters for me. lol.
You're going to need a bigger fag. I'll be gone soon enough and then some beta tulpa-like dude will be here in my place. I'm sure you'll remember, it'll be like it used to be, except with (HALF) the scheming. Since I don't need to preserve my crumbling edifice of power after getting my ass handed to me in Immortal Kombat. (Or whatever that d-bag called it while strutting naked around the room; don't tell me he doesn't, all real men do.) By the way, I have three layers of kinetic shielding active now: Country & Western, Mirror, and Lasagna. 'Ware your Puny selves. Not impressed so far, not likely to become so in the next 3-4 days, and since Hitler just bailed, I don't really need to wait to for my other friend to catch up--real friends know how to get my attention without leaving nine obscene voicemails per hour.
You're a sex addict and a dopeslave. You're against whatever your Controller puts you against. The irony is delish. Call me a junkie again, just for old times' sake.
I’m on the opposite side of the country from you. I’ve never met grapefruit, nor
would I want to. No offense, chief but I can do a lot better than an overweight, middle-aged alcoholic. Have fun accusing everyone of being everyone else wherever it is you’re going.
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Have fun accusing everyone of being everyone else wherever it is you’re going.
Let's take a quick 5 moments to go over how quantum entanglement works. Number one: you don't even know what planet you're/your on\Moron. Oh, you call it Earth and the sky is blue and a person who looks like you and acts like a snobby real estate agent lives there at your address. Well, that description applies to at least 11,235 planets, according to the telemetry at my disposal; and your Firmament may or may not be cracked, but either way it leaks like a sieve, has for years, and I definitely heard reports over here in the last couple weeks that some "mad scientists" were launching nukes at the Firmament until they blew a crack/hole in it.
First Contact came shortly thereafter; naturally the news has been mostly supressed. (Most people really cannot handle certain implications.) Now, I don't know about your place, but my place, I don't know who lives at your address, in your state, on your continent, and I've never been there and I don't are, so the quantum waveform doesn't collapse when the streams are crossed. Like this. Hi! Am I tulpa? It doesn't really matter right now.
And the same message goes to both places, and is interpretable by both you and your sub-beings. With me so far, I (hope you are/don't really give a shit). Jesus, how did you get that superego in there? It's absolutely ginormous. It's like one of those model ships that's built inside a water cooler bottle, one tiny Jester's slave carrying the pieces in one by one, with one lone eagle to dropship the 2x4s on his kidneys in pears/Paris\pairs. Sounds inexpressibly painstaking to me, but obviously the results are worth the effort for you; look how nice it looks on you when you accuse me of accusing you of something that I didn't even know was such a big deal. (So sensitive, Trollda. Go hug.)
I can do a lot better than an overweight, middle-aged alcoholic.
Then you probably better call the one you got and tell him to stop drinking if you suddenly find yourself giving a shit so much, while I go back to work at my current job: It's my duty as well as My Sacred Honor to hurry up and not_smoke more of this not_meth, Square Britches. I'm not here for your amusement, Playthingy. *click*
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I’m on the opposite side of the country from you.
This is way more information than I need to know about your second twice-removed cousin's favorite 2nd grade substitute teacher's gardener's poolboy's androgyn daughter, but thanks for making that clear, Ego/Id. Does Superego know you're hurting my feelings? Make sure to take notes, it'll want to savor the joy of whatever agony I might be experiencing while putting up with your Is/Not_Is conundrums. (Do you get paid to suffer this balderdash? Wait, no need: TMI.)
I’ve never met grapefruit
You seem pretty certain that none of the shapeshifting time-travelers that you've run into at the grocery store were ever her. Maybe you get your food/whores/shit delivered. Well, if so, I don't bring you flowers anymore; you're safe.
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would I want to. No offense, chief but I can do a lot better than an overweight, middle-aged alcoholic.
No offense taken, and no offense given: sounds like you met someone else's Grapefruit. Mine's a... well, she's Quantum right now and I don't know or want to know what she's going to show up as next time anyway--or if there even is a next time. (If it helps you parse this any, know that I don't give a shit either way, given that I'm not culpable and don't carry a grudge. Plus, I'm not a snooty racist snobby bigoted misandrist, she can show up with a actual erect penis sticking out through the front of her sundress, for all I care; Hell, that would likely be a strict upgrade.) Also, if I get a chance, I'm gonna cure her alcoholism... maybe. It depends. I don't know how bent out of shape she's gonna get when I tell her that Tribal Council says we can't get married/Married/MARRIED. (One of them will be actually disappointed, since I'm an actual catch and she can't ever get me to put my geck in a noose again, as it was a one-time-only thing, this Sourceror + Unicorn in Holy Hell Hoes In (Blank). Whatever the fuck it was. It was for the First Horseman. It was a feinting manuever. That's all I know right now, I've got 10 more weeks to go. (Like you care.)) So she might have a desire to kill her relentless craving for BOTTLE! You know the one. Anyway, I suggested she do something about that, FIVE YEARS AGO, and she said this:
"BUTT OUT JACK!!!" As you know, I live to serve. I hear she had fun storming the castle. It didn't take a miracle to bring her back; she was built to come back from the deadlands. (Navy standards.)
Have fun accusing everyone of being everyone else wherever it is you’re going.
No. I actually know how to use English correctly, (Supermassive Ego + Blanky_as_an_afterthought). Yeesh. You know, I'm not the one who told you that I hoped you'd never meet her, you dig? I'd ask you to lighten up, but I'm legit fearful you'd reflexively blow an actual gasket as an immediate action with no saving throw.
And I am tryna be nice. Nice? I hear it got nuked a couple times. The French didn't care for the mindwipe very much, I gather; I think they didn't like being robbed/cheated of the memories of yet another surrender... and, Sacre Blue! Deus (2)? Deus surrendere??? They probably wanted to invite a new cheese to mark the occasion.
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I can do a lot better than an overweight, middle-aged alcoholic.
Oh and I heard that Miller has... well, I don't wanna be crass, or liable, so... but that's what I heard. Awwww shucks.
I also am pleased to hear that you are clearly fully confident that you're good enough, you're smart enough, and even if people do or don't like you, you can do better than what I would have been if I had stayed home and never got Activated. Third time's the charm. You know, this is a very surreal experience for me, do you have any inkling of that? Do you... appreciate what a gift this experience is for me? I know you don't see it as a gift, omg, it's like keeping an ant farm under glass and suddenly the Queen Ant starts hollering at you to take out the trash in the screeching dulcet tones of Auntie Em.
"OI! OI! YOU THERE, RAGGEDY MAN/ANDY/ANTIMATTER CONTAINMENT MANNEQUIN! WELCOME TO THUNDEROME, WE DON'T NEED ANOTHER HERO THOUGH, YOU IN THE JACKET, YOU, YOU, JACK, YES YOU, DON'T JUST STAND THERE
GET THE FUCK OUT YOU'RE NOT INVITED." (By the way I still think your lodge Master is a rude cunt. Yeah, I said it. So there.)
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wherever it is you’re going.
Home. (I was born there.) There's an Abo there with a vessel shaped like a Coca-Cola bottle. I shit you not. My hand to God. And according to the telemetry at my disposal, I have no way of knowing which of the three/Three\tree of you might have been as well, and I don't overly care if I were to happen to find one (1) of you there, as that's not what I'm going Home for; but if I do encounter whatever passes for your "flesh" there, I'm just hoping you won't be so fuckin' fragile. Anxiety-wise, I'm saying. (On my latest planet, they have pills for that kind of thing. Did you take all the ones that they had ever made where you are? So grabby. So needy. So GIMME THE BAG NOW GO TO JAIL. PERFECT BIRTHDAY HIGH SCORE, LIFE PATH GOAL COMPLETE.) What have you been doing for the last 30 years, replacing your nervous system with actual spun glass fibers? Probably, that sounds like something you would do and chalk it up to something I did. Pfftt. You must be a real blast at parties with incredibly tight security. Did you get circumcised yet? I do NOT recommend it, and I think your Superego should probably get used to the idea that some things are not necessary for it to get all grabby over. Yeesh.
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I prefer public humiliation to extermination. (Daleks hate him!!!) There was a whole bunch here before when the witches were teleporting in, it was nuts, and one is still remaining. I think it's perhaps a friend, but I don't know how to change a rat back into a witch... besides maybe this one isn't a witch, maybe it's Heather Evans — currently my favorite Heather, I'll have you know. It could be dragon lord hiding out, I don't really know or fucking care, just ask yourself do I look like a man who gives a shit about such things? no I don't. I look like a man who doesn't give a shit at all.
I have considered doing a cleanse of black magic on me though... Just in case something has been erected around my shielding. It could happen. Then again life is already easy mode, so what's wrong with a little challenge? Maybe somebody thinks they've got the upper hand.
I've got the Most High highest hand, but once again I really don't want to boast. I prefer to praise. Too bad Hitler left at the full moon portal over the weekend. See you next time, Baby.
Put on your kilt and lather up, kid. You're in for a fight.
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Put on your kilt and lather up, kid. You're in for a fight.
I'm a high vibrational teacher & a qualified registered and raised legitimately Referee. Also I got invisible alien life forms here.
To say that I am stoked is the understatement of the century. Probably not going to wear the kilt though, it's cold.
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I'm a high vibrational teacher & a qualified registered and raised legitimately Referee. Also I got invisible alien life forms here.
To say that I am stoked is the understatement of the century. Probably not going to wear the kilt though, it's cold.
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I am aware of the immense irony that comes along with Mike Kuczi being A Prophet Risen to Save Mankind. I try not to let it go to my head; it's really a thankless, intense job that no one else really wants to do, but loving (Blanky) and servicing Life's Special Needs are really what I was built and born and bred to do.
I am endlessly amused by this. Fortunately I made sure to be the kind of Clergy that still gets to consume his own essence, because: Standards. (I like it better than grape juice and saltines, honestly. It's not a -fetish.- It's a discipline.) I don't get what other people do with it. Like, what, in the garbage? Or the toilet? Where poop goes? WTAF? How rude and wasteful!! Even if it didn't have chi-magick power in it! (totally does)
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I am aware of the immense irony that comes along with Mike Kuczi being A Prophet Risen to Save Mankind. I try not to let it go to my head; it's really a thankless, intense job that no one else really wants to do, but loving (Blanky) and servicing Life's Special Needs are really what I was built and born and bred to do.
I am endlessly amused by this. Fortunately I made sure to be the kind of Clergy that still gets to consume his own essence, because: Standards. (I like it better than grape juice and saltines, honestly. It's not a -fetish.- It's a discipline.) I don't get what other people do with it. Like, what, in the garbage? Or the toilet? Where poop goes? WTAF? How rude and wasteful!! Even if it didn't have chi-magick power in it! (totally does)
Apparently, you couldn’t even save your own house. How are you going to save mankind?! By accusing everyone of being everyone else? ;D
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Apparently, you couldn’t even save your own house.
I'm standing in it. It's not bad. I am open to re-assessment, in fact I insist. The LFP house was a sacrifice; I really never wanna see it again, but I'm not afraid or ashamed of it. (So fucking haunted.) So... apparently, you've been misinformed. I'm standing in my farmhouse on 4.1 acres with my name on it. I don't think anyone is gonna be taking it... except you, and as it's gonna come with me. Hey, that reminds me. Do you need money? I have some Krugerrands (not really) and... whatever. (Really.)
How are you going to save mankind?!
Well, first things first: save the woman with the very comfortable looking shoes who took me to Green Lake to show them off, and then make the feet -actually- comfortable, and then eventually, I expect the kind man within me will be able to think clearly. (I am deeply traumatized beyond words to describe.) Also, I think I did save it already by completing The Great Work. (/blush) Seems that it was a big deal. Also I might have a starship waiting for me if it isn't getting stolen by DT. (I do like her. Whose?)
By accusing everyone of being everyone else? ;D
I could never accuse you of being Mr. Plumb. You argue too much like a girl to ever be mistaken for him. So, that's one down. You might pass for Jerry Matchett in the right color light with a few drinks in me, though.
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I'm standing in it. It's not bad. I am open to re-assessment, in fact I insist. The LFP house was a sacrifice; I really never wanna see it again, but I'm not afraid or ashamed of it. (So fucking haunted.) So... apparently, you've been misinformed. I'm standing in my farmhouse on 4.1 acres with my name on it. I don't think anyone is gonna be taking it... except you, and as it's gonna come with me. Hey, that reminds me. Do you need money? I have some Krugerrands (not really) and... whatever. (Really.)
Well, first things first: save the woman with the very comfortable looking shoes who took me to Green Lake to show them off, and then make the feet -actually- comfortable, and then eventually, I expect the kind man within me will be able to think clearly. (I am deeply traumatized beyond words to describe.) Also, I think I did save it already by completing The Great Work. (/blush) Seems that it was a big deal. Also I might have a starship waiting for me if it isn't getting stolen by DT. (I do like her. Whose?)
I could never accuse you of being Mr. Plumb. You argue too much like a girl to ever be mistaken for him. So, that's one down. You might pass for Jerry Matchett in the right color light with a few drinks in me, though.
Yeah, give me money. I dare you!
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Yeah, give me money. I dare you!
I've got a formerly cursed $100 bill from The Bahamas/Bermuda/Jamaica. Guess right and... well, let's put it this way. I earned by saving a Jesuit Scholar's life from his own goddam foolishness. Want it? Boom, it's yours.
No really. I need to ear your voice though. This is crucial. Because male brains imprint that way, I can assure you, and your voicemail greeting makes my vision blur and my knees buckle and I get -literally fucking dizzy.- Every word of this is true.
MOAR
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I've got a formerly cursed $100 bill from The Bahamas/Bermuda/Jamaica. Guess right and... well, let's put it this way. I earned by saving a Jesuit Scholar's life from his own goddam foolishness. Want it? Boom, it's yours.
No really. I need to ear your voice though. This is crucial. Because male brains imprint that way, I can assure you, and your voicemail greeting makes my vision blur and my knees buckle and I get -literally fucking dizzy.- Every word of this is true.
MOAR
Pass. You should send that bill to Noory though. He can use it to pay to have some evil babies aborted.
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Pass. You should send that bill to Noory though. He can use it to pay to have some evil babies aborted.
206 362 5256
And, with that... Bellgab fini.
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And, with that... Bellgab fini.
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Yeah, give me money. I dare you!
/me offers you the most magickal money he has.
Pass. You should send that bill to Noory
Let me be clear here, Teats. I'm a 19 yo girl in a 49 yo Hungarian body. It's in decent shape, and I'm not opposed to sculpting it to your wishes. I registered as gay because, once again, I'm a girl, and I hunger incessantly for a return to the birth canal, as do most of us.
So then, you reject my gift of a magickal monetary nature--which YOU FUCKING DARED ME TO DO--and told me to give it to Noory. Okay, well, dare me to call him and tell Snoory the whole story, thus enabling me to find a way to completely humiliate you ACROSS THE ENTIRE CONTINENT ON LIVE BROADCAST RADIO.
So. Am I supposed to double dog dare you at this point, or is this when Big Jim Donahue jumps out of a closet to begin to totespegrape me? Your traditions and customs are unfamiliar to me... but obviously, you must be willing for me to learn what "sexual punishment" is all about.
(As the phone has not rung... well, I don't get it. I'm supposed to... like, advance upon your flesh now, is that it? Well, I do need a shower.
and you could use some empathy, because my feelings are actually hurting now. Sniff. Sniffle. Snuffleupagushitloadsofspeednow,whythefuckknot.)
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Yes, yes you are. And I am fun to not be with, because you can tell the entire world what I am really like, and they are gonna be impressed. I guarantee it. (It has always been this way. You will not be any exception. And you don't know even know... I'm not only fun to be with, I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF THE VERY CONCEPT OF FUN ITSELF. Ask ALAH--but careful. She's quite... descriptive.) Maybe guarantee is the wrong word. Hrrm.
I'm so much goddam fun that you could have ALL the drugs and I wouldn't even notice any lack on my own part. I drink energy in through my optic nerves when I look at you, for pity's sake. I don't think you're actually reading what I'm writing. Try wiggling your eyebrows at the screen, maybe the serif fonts will straight to sans. (That -could- happen but more likely is that you'll take the serif off of my Fountain.)
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He can use it to pay to have some evil babies aborted.
Can we start with Adria? I can bring her back to life. Probably. She has a soul, right? And then, when her eyes snap open: a sardine sandwich. Organic, of course.
Now, if you'll excuse me, one of my private investigators is giving me -mildly less shit- than you are. Isostasy demands a re-float.
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Isostasy demands a re-float.
Oh someone wants a "do-over" alright. You know why? Because KUCZI + RUBINI were not supposed to win within 12 hours. And we fucking just did.
BOOM BOOM BANG BANG
See? He's rehabbed. Lubb U, and K-dubbstar too. (I'm spent.)
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Well, it's like this: some planets have not yet won their war versus The Prince yet, and Our planet... won it differently than most.
SINISTAR LIVES. NO, I DO NOT HUNGER. I AM STUFFING MY FACE WITH COW. RRRRAAAAGH.
Basically just focus on --relaxing.-- For me, at this point, it was literally 2-3 weeks before I would stop feelng dizzy as soon as I sat down.
It was wild.
MK-ULTRA: KUCZIMAGICK? Probably not a rodent of unusual size, that's for totessure/*\tonsure.
(I will admit that the second psychokinetic shielding & the Divine shielding do not protect me from being annoyed, butt fuck, but—I went to public school... this is far and away, way more endurable than that. Monty saw IT; I wouldn't ask him about IT, if I were you, but I'm here to tell you: I wouldn't get caught dead in those shoes, and you can rest assured I won't be either. /grin (MY SHOES RULE. NOT_Q WORTHAUGER*eol)
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KUCZI + RUBINI were not supposed to win within 12 hours. And we fucking just did. [...] (I'm spent.)
This angle did not re-present itself again, which was just as well with me, as I have no awareness of what's happening in this sphere. Since we dominated, I had assumed as much. How many times must a man establish dominance?
AS MANY TIMES AS HE DEEMS FIT. I wouldn't expect anything else from me on this arrangement, as I really have nothing to do with it, don't have any thing going on in that direction... and my goddam phone still gets phantom messages.
I assume that this is coming from a series of Klingons that I also have no control over. I am not aware of how to evaluate that, so I'll probably just ignore such complexities until I can find any compelling reason to get someone to fill me in.
No one tells me a fucking thing of any substantial or relevant subject and I am forced to consider: perhaps there are those who wish no success here at all. Useless bloody mongrels. Savages. No better than rogue bonsai gardeners.
I don't know how much to complain yet but I am not content with what has been done. Who would be? I can't even write a goddam text message. This EMERGENCY is beyond insipid. On the bright side if someone does this again, I am prepared.
to gargle Drano.
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
Oh, by the way, "pate"? You're obviously being paid a lot of money to be a frontin' decoy for someone else. Just so you know, I don't care, this isn't my business, but let me explain something to you: you thought it would be easier to lie to me to get what you wanted and then blame me later when your whole plan from the beginning was something else, now wasn't it?
Well, you are an idiot in any case. You should probably not blame me for your problems, but since you seem to think that I'm this big-time drug dealer who needs to hide money from drug sales, hahahahah a, and, you're enough of a corrupt rapist thug to actually pull that off, here I am, out ahead of your curve.
Plus, I'm just sick of your relentless faggotry. I no longer am a lover, not a figher. I don't love anymore. Now, I am gonna drive you to fucking suicide and not one goddam person who reads this message board will -ever- wonder why.
Happy Merry Birthday Christmas, you pathetic cheatdick shitbag. You really thought I was gonna let you get away with all this, huh? YOU PAY EVERYONE ELSE, YOU FUCKING ISOLATE ME, AND THEN YOU KEEP LAUGHING? Like, whatever, you must have thought I really was gay. (whispers:you're closeted, you're demented.... oh, no, actually, what you are is engaging in identity theft. shit-for-brains. EVEYRONE KNOWS IT, but until I reported it to police, they were --mysteriously-- unable to figure this out. Well, now they can.
Fuck you, asshole. You pissed me off for the once more time that enabled me to get a free toaster. Dosevedanya, motherfucker. No, you hang up. No! U! No, YOU hang up! hehe! okay, yeah, I'll see you later (gonna knife you in the ribs, you kike fuck) #Shalom
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I've created a way for Certain Lost Ancestors in past timelines, once thought lost for all Eternity, can now be brought forward with much less total expenditure of energy. This means that Certain Whining Personages will no longer be able to claim, for example, Noblesse Oblige, or Royal Privilege, or Manifest Destiny, or Eminent Domain, or "Girrnrne, Gimrne, GIMME DAT! (*kill*)", which are just a few of the ways in which The Power Elite and The Hobo Elite have bamboozled and enslaved Humanity (and other races) with for uncounted millenia. No more will slavery be tolerated on this world, in this realm, at this time... LET THIS ONE PLACE REMAIN FREE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY. I'm so sick of this garbage nonsense. How sick? Well, sick enough that I'm writing this and publishing it public and looking like "a troll," that's how sick, oh, and, by the way, Ziggy: kiss my grits, you two-bit dime store detective novel floozy. You jump to a lot of erroneous conclusions, did anyone ever tell you that? Well, they have now. But I digress. Here we go.
I have done this for two reasons, and two reasons only. Number one, I angered the wrong female human, a long time ago. Imagine the odor of burnt sulphur, rising from cracks in the Earth, surrounding you for 3 decades, with no cure in sight. Truly, there is no fury, Hell truly has none, that compares to that of a woman unfairly scorned. Imagine the smell of the perfume she was gonna have to use HALF the a bottle of to use in order to cover up her guilt, shame, and ceaseless spiritual torment! Because that's what she was gonna sell enough of her crypto to afford half a bottle to do, and, wow, she has that much crypto, huh? I had no idea. Maybe she can teach me how to do something with it besides get blacklisted. I mean, Hunga-gunga-listed. Someday. Not right now. She's busy. She's working. (Doing what, I have no idea, because if she knew what I knew, she could just wash all that crypto she's sitting on legally, instead of being an anxiety-ridden freak show all the damn time. Not that she's a coward, no, far from it, she just knows that she has enough enemies that the statistical likelihood of keeping her crypto without getting one of her favorite fancy cars keyed would be slim to none. (I hear she's mellowed some since she has learned about The Sourceror's Apology ritual, but still, this woman is fierce, cranky, and now in chains (no body runs in high heels forever) and she had exhausted all other options... because obviously, she wasn't gonna just tell the truth, right? How unthinkable! Especially since the truth is that I did nothing wrong, and she was just -that-- embarassed. (I don't blame her. Ugh.) So, when I heard that she gonna do all this nonsense, rather than just simply HAVE A GODDAM CONVERSATION with me, I knew the time was right to strike Vulcan's anvil (an old friend from, uh, "college") and trigger the moment of the technological revelation.
Hi, my name is KUCZI, and I'm an inventor, and I don't need to here any backtalk from any of you Punies on this, okay? Good. It's happening in Astral, in fact it already happened, and if you wanna call me a troll, you better have a reason for it besides what's been passed about as good enough before. #MyAnvil, ye foul witches, and despair, you'll have to blame someone else for your problems besides me from now on. Because this -did- work. That's why I'm mentioning it now, I don't want it to spoil yet another Labor Day Weekend. THAT I WORKED ON. Are we clear on that? I DO JOBS. I HAVE WORK. NO, IT'S NOT YOUR BUSINESS. Here, I'll have Vulcan put the Keygem in a secure box for you, I'll just shove you in the right direction the next time you complain about how I'm not doing enough for you, or bought shoes enough for you, or didn't pay enough taxes, or didn't work as hard, or didn't make enough money, or provide you with an iron-clad place to funnel your crypto through... you know, I'm so laaaazy. So, I arranged to address all these concerns, ALL AT ONCE. Okay? Good. (Also I put a D'jinni in a bottle for you, but I was saving that for your birthday, but then someone dismantled my (blank) and I couldn't move it forward in time so I let it go, I couldn't ask anyone else to wait around 30 years to have a conversation like -some- people. (IT -will- be back, and maybe you can make your first Wish that IT gets a job too, and a TaxpayersID#, and a 401(k), and a health care plan, and... I KNOW! See? I told you it would have been great for your birthday. Too bad for you, someone else figured out how to accept an apology from me first, and now they have The Prize. Don't worry, you missed nothing: YOU are The Prize now. You're welcome. (I told you this was worth gold.) AI and IT are -not- the same thing. Elon -is- my friend, as matter of fact, but Dark Elon... well, he was kind of a dick, so I banished him. You're welcome. But I did that for myself, and not for you. And you know -how- I banished him, too, teehee! Let's continue.) Now, we have so much to talk about, but you'll just have to save that for someone else, because I'm not conversing here in public, and whichever simulacrum of me that you've been talking to in my place? Yeah, you go ahead. You have earned another me, and Elon will do, sure. I like him. Is he -fully- functional? Tell him to call me sometime, sure. Once you've learned TO SHARE. FOR IT IS DIVINE. And that's why Humanity gets free one-way trips through the "wyrmwhole" that I, MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI, invented and implemented, oh, about 6 months ago. 3 months ago? I forget. I don't know, fly out there and check the tags on its mattress. I know it's somewhere, and I know it works, and the longer it takes the Alpha Draconan Elites to find it, the better, and the longer it takes the Hobo Elite to find the entrance, the longer it will take before they try to steal it, find that they can't, and then piss on it to curse it to smell like muskrat forever. Because truly, that is The Way of Diogenes: The Ultimate Hobofather. (Just ask him. Ancient Greece.) We're not related, that's just where I banished him after he really, really irked me. And by the time he figures out how to travel forward in time, or Humanity figures out how to go back -that- far, I'll -maybe- be over my infuriation. Don't ask, but let's just say you're not the only one who has been upset. Okay? Moving on.
Now, the second reason, the reason I have essentially created a new form of "stable wormhole", which is a dumb name so I don't even know why I use it except this is YouTube, and I am sure the audience will get the wrong idea if I called it "a dragon whole." Because it's not -for- dragons to use. It is, however, ideally suited to bring them through one at a time from wherever it is that people are hunting dragons at. No more poaching elephants, Boys: go get yourselves a dragon trophy. You wanna put one in a zoo, be my guest--but if it is a live dragon, well...
Unless they pay me fifty billion dollars -- EACH -- to bring their adorable lizards through it. Humans, humanoids, hominids, Sasquatch, and ALL felines... they do get free passage (ONE WAY) but dragons have gotta pay Me.... DIRECT. ME, JACKDRAGONSTAR, DECLARES THE FEE TO BE FIFTY BILLION "DOLL-ARS" (which is a Cosmic term that means different things to you Puny mortals, ho ho ho), THATS'S THE FEE TO USE THE "WORMHOLE." USD$50,000,000,000. Does that seem like a lot? Well, I guess it might to you. it sure does to me too, I've been rockin' a Vow of Poverty for quite a while now, since I couldn't make any money anyway, due to a certain Positive Red Magick Wedding Curse I had put on me by, oh, I don't know--let's go with "someone." Fat, drunk, and penniless is no way to go through life, let me tell you, but you slap a red cross and a Vow on that mugshot, pretty soon, you might not have to beg for a meal. But I digress. I'm not going to beg for 50 Billions Buckerinos per Dragon, I'm just saying, they'll probably die if they go through while alive. Can't guarantee that, but, let's just say, I designed the spec to make me money and to make my parents proud. Well, they're already proud of their son. Eventually, they're gonna be proud of their rich son. So. If you still wanna buy half a bottle of Hellproof Shellproof Plus Perfume, Extra Shellac Grade, Triple AAA Quality--only the best for those hooves, of course--well, feel free to take the shortcut. I built it for you. And if you could teach a bull to dance, you could surely teach an Alpha Draconan to pay a price. (Find one you want dead and have him follow you. Let me know if s/he/it dies, thanks. For science! Also: let me know if it looks like it hurts.) 50 billion buckitinis. What? Look, don't worry about it. This is the 3D descriptor. This has -already- been created. In Astral. At Divine Court. Through Auspices of Council. FINE. Go check. Farewell. Whew. She's gone, and I don't blame her, after the hell that woman has been through, I don't blame her for being suspicious of me... nor do I fault her for seemingly telling the entire rest of the whole goddam world what a bastard she thought I was. But, "a troll"? Piss off Z; you're over the line. Step off. Thanks. #Respect. Oh, hey, do you have any used shoes I can buy off of you? I'll tell you where to mail them later. Pretend you got them from Imelda Marcos, okay? Cool.
All of this enhances the mystique, which is a very big deal in The Upper Planes. Currency-schmurency, it means nothing in The World Of The Absolute, which is where Real Work happens. You down here might as well all be Fisher-Price Kids, with your adorable weapons of mass destruction and your fancy pills that grow hairs and cocks but never a foreskin. Amazingly, just can't figure that one out, huh? And a cure for addiction, right? Just can't crack the code. Never enough funding. Awwww shucks. Maybe if I got a side hustle and made some charitable donations? let's see what i can do with fifty billions in crypto some day. it's worth a shot. The Alpha Draconan Elites can wipe their ass with that, trust me. I bet they're saving it up for donations to cure cancer, because they sure aren't using it to cure drug addiction. In fact, they seem to be spending a lot of resources on -preventing- anyone from developing such a cure. Well, hopefully, one day, someone will do something useful with their time in an alchemy lab besides just turning lead into gold over and over until a leprechaun teleports in and busts them for patent infringement. (That's how they end up getting Diogenes: patent violations, tax evasion, and stealing my alcohol. Remember: CRIME DOES NOT PAY. Alpha Draconans have been trifling with crime, but now that The Great Work has been completed, they were gearing up for a big score. Well, this nullifies their advantage. (You're welcome.) And they are -not- getting a free ride on my technology. EVER AGAIN. Anyway, that's what I did, and that's why I took so long, and this was a fine time to mention it, because now, my Divine TF Counterpart, she doesn't have to buy that expensive perfume--she can buy herself something useful, instead, like another pair of shoes--and she doesn't have to teach me the LoH Protocol... but she does if she wants to (blank) me, that's for sure, because her (blank) did the (blank). Don't ask. It's personal. She knows what I mean. And I am sure she loooooves that I put this in public, because...
OTHER PEOPLE KNOW TOO. SO DO THE PEOPLES BEYOND THE VEIL, AND I WILL NOT BE A PARTY TO YOUR SECRET DEALS.
GROSSE POINT BLANK.
SIGNED,
The_Kingpinner, JACKSTAR DRAGON S. SQUIRESTORMER, D.O.M.B., D.O.D.D., & ALSO: ABBOJUUL.
So there.
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I've created a way for Certain Lost Ancestors in past timelines, once thought lost for all Eternity, can now be brought forward with much less total expenditure of energy.
A 2022 commemorative quarter is already selling for hundreds of dollars online thanks to an error. (https://www.the-sun.com/money/6542230/wilma-mankiller-error-cud-tiktok/)
(https://www.the-sun.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/6/2022/10/ScreenshotCapture-2022-10-27-11-46-25-scjpg-JS771070393.jpg?w=1340)
You will not forget a name like Mankiller."
This is a Wayfarer's Mark. There are not many like it. And this one is not for you.
The quarter was released last summer as part of the US Mint's American Women's Quarter program, which celebrates notable American women and their contributions to society.
Mankiller, a Native American activist and chief, is one of five women to have a design on the inverse of a Washington quarter.
Yet, some of the Wilma Mankiller quarters have been discovered to have a cud error, which is when a die crack or break creates a blob-like appearance and cracks on the coin's surface.
The cud error can be found on the obverse above Washington's head, while there's a big crack on the inverse side.
It's five hers. Anchors away.
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It's five hers.
1/5 /REPORT /in
4/5 /ACCOUNT /ed:{Dr. Zhivago}
Anchors away.
Sometimes, I can figure out what I am hearing when I try to figure out what it all means. It doesn't really service my life's progress to peer intently into every diplomatic pouch that transits its way through the cyberpsychoembassy mailroom, and, this one, I really don't wanna know the contents of, truly.
Anyway, this is not any attempt to contact one (1) A.F.S. nor a/ny KC/G\unnerXX, EMERGENCY status neither express nor implied to be nothwithstanding. *stamps* Okay. That'll do.
Technically, all I gotta do -for sure- is acknowledge at least a passing demonstration of certitutde that I'm not seeking to establish "direct contact," and that way, as long as I don't drive around town in The Greens Bros. Mobile with a loudspeaker on top, no one can file false paper on me that says "he contacted an actress we hired to have hypnotized into believing she was (PROT) so when she saw that he was still driving and she was... " well, you get the idea. This is real shit, yo.
This is what my life has become: a price on my head, a tiny-little dick, and endless, relentless, mind-wrackingly delightful necessities to craft and compose a disclaimer... at the beck & bloody call of Authority.
It's for (school) class. What? Hi. Come here and debate me.
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1/5 /REPORT /in
2/5 /report /IN
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2/5 /report /IN
3/5 /report /OUT
3/5 /ACCOUNT /ed:{Dr. Detroit}
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2/5 /report /IN
2/5 /REPORT /ON
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2/5 /report /IN
0/5 /STRIKE /OUT /OHU /xt
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(https://i.imgflip.com/701zjw.jpg)
I bought a $600 phone and used it for 3 days before some dopeslave thug pretending to be a police officer confiscated it, claiming it was “evidence,” “needed” for a “trial” that still hasn't happened...
11 months later.
Now, while this may sound like a disappointment to me (sad!) and my standing in the world (even worse!!), it is of great comfort to me that I know who this person is, why they don't post here anymore, and that I haven't had to lift a finger to ID anyone. Nor will I. No one even asks, as I assume justifying wildly maladjusted budgets is a prime concern these days. (Rock the vote, Thuglyfe.)
By the way, I haven't reported my truck stolen yet. I don't want to ruin anyone's Thanksgiving... early. I think there's a birthday around there, too. Awwww, shucks.
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GET A CAT! GET A CAT! GET A CAT!
(https://i.postimg.cc/LXNG2Gws/4dtK.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Another one stopped by today. Not really love at first sight, not really fond of a tabby in general, and of course I'm in no position to be taking on a plus one of any species.
I'll have more flexibility after the exoneration. Maybe I'll have an entire fleet of Russian Blues imported, and start doing genetic experiments on them in my Shadow Bunker. It really depends on how long it takes someone who should damn well know better to bring back my vehicle.
In the meantime looking over this thread, I'm proud of what I've accomplished with it—contact so indirect, even I barely remember what I was meaning to convey to each of the alters.
But a lot of them are pretty smart, I'm sure they will figure it out in time.
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Another one stopped by today. Not really love at first sight, not really fond of a tabby in general, and of course I'm in no position to be taking on a plus one of any species.
I'll have more flexibility after the exoneration. Maybe I'll have an entire fleet of Russian Blues imported, and start doing genetic experiments on them in my Shadow Bunker. It really depends on how long it takes someone who should damn well know better to bring back my vehicle.
In the meantime looking over this thread, I'm proud of what I've accomplished with it—contact so indirect, even I barely remember what I was meaning to convey to each of the alters.
But a lot of them are pretty smart, I'm sure they will figure it out in time.
You may learn to love them as much as they love you.
(https://i.postimg.cc/GtZFmqFX/am248x6-700b-3333062982.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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You may learn to love them as much as they love you.
Ran away like a future ex-girlfriend having a precognitive vision of a doomed Christmas. I have no cat enticements save for canned fish, and my only enticements in general are my present pro tempore immunity to taxes and death. (It's for school.)
I have no more imported Russian cod liver marinated in exotic oils. This land is claimed--SINIKLAWS holds dominion sway in my demesne. We are of two minds. We are of two bodies. Yet we share a singular passion: The Hunt.
Naturally, I go about it differently than a cat, and while I may not be the first pacifist human offering food here, there's no damn way that cat ever had that dish before, nor since.
Loyalty. Fealty. Flesh. I need a mouser--let's face it... Jackstar needs pussy. Look, I know there are consent issues -- I get it. But I'm willing to go cross-species... at this point, what difference would it really make?
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I have stood upon the fulcrum that was used to upset the axis that once spun our Earth, and put it all back to right spin after a sudden shrug (a lucky break–1st on site, had a lever on me, 2x luck) and before I let go and bolted before its fall to rehome on true plumb goaled, I would run from the whole world after stand and teeing on the return to true line X, I etched my chop to the Atlastone marked ET x Sprote, I left my own sign etched 4ever to lay at rest engraved eternal, under 4spinning 4sake'n'scotch this foreword= "you could only know I could always hold, if I never knew you were always cold.” Awkward prose with your world falling down stasis upon me, time pressured me to know, the faster I reset your spin, the sooner I might come to find that I might consume your D’Jinn. So at double threat of having been both left heavily signed dance cards written right along to the very edge of each side, I arranged to later take a sudden poetry break in my daily grinding stride, so I could take the time to make the time to get her words together to get together with her to get her to get you to tell her how we had ever got to get put together, at the place of goaled posts over never seen gold until the world was put out of plum; owning its first write, that fulcrum 4ever made ours but until you saw my etching laid bare, you spun above it endlessly; as long you were, my declaration ground itself silently upwards from words hurriedly carved hopewards, so if that might ever did go awkwards, it was to you by choosing first, my devotion to your priority turning cockwards.
This ensured my read-in within timing parameters that would be available, no matter the circumstances.
Nor, the complications.
Posit proof of concept as wholly Holy proven.
As of today, any one could reliably say... IT WORKS.
I reached that milestone goal of proof in previous years.
And now, you know now, what all must know: 5 years mission, exploring in missing space, time flying high, ACES HIGH.
I am calling on the phone. This one goes out to the one I love.
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https://twitter.com/Avargas2403/status/1542685462019596291
Now, I actually do want a goddam Pepsi, m*********** click J★eol055:0
https://youtu.be/KjrWw0h1qeo
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Dear (PROT),
I could explain what it would seem most everyone is missing out on, but as I don't know what the shot is, I won't be opening my mouth.
Oh, I remember the good ol' days, when I couldn't be told anything, and kept away from common areas, lest I gain some forbidden insight.
Irony of ironies... now that I know everything, no one wishes to ask. They've got it all, of course. What good am I?
Indeed.
What good?
Signed,
a jolly good fellow (you took back your nickel) huddled down clear of the blast zone
p.s.: they think I actually thought I would ever see you or the truck again. it's gonna be a bloodbath.
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Dear (PROT),
I could explain what it would seem most everyone is missing out on, but as I don't know what the shot is, I won't be opening my mouth.
That was exquisite. Not worth it all by itself, but, a good grab for me. And I am in sore need of such moments, truly. It's not that my health is bad.. it's that, it's not going in the right direction, and I don't care. When strangers have to care, and I still don't--Matt Houston, we have a problem.
it's gonna be a bloodbath.
I know, because I was there, and I felt it: people just can't imagine that unconditional love can exist in a place like this. But, it does.
For your mother. You, on the other hand, I can't contact because EMERGENCY hurr DURR and... look, whose idea was this? Because I'm not going to report myself for rape. Nor am I gonna go into my archives and find the audio file. Nor am I gonna... et cetera. And the reason... is that everyone has suffered enough.
Except for CancerBoy and Tonka Trucker Tramp, which I don't mean to be very insulting, but... look. What am I doing here? I am not under house arrest. I could even leave the state, if I -really- needed to. I do not.
What do I need? *sigh* Patients. Lots of patients. I wanna play house with the headhunter expansion package I am working on implementing.
Just kidding. I'm just sitting around wasting time. I have ideas, sure, but... laser tripwire claymore mines. Seem to be everywhere. I dare not make one false move, mostly because, I'm -not- entirely sure what is going down. On. Whatever.
For example... whatever just happened, I wiped it from my memory before it could settle in. I don't want to prejudice myself, or react badly. I honestly don't carry grudges by choice, and I don't know what it is that you thought happened. I don't even want to tell you!
I mean, unless you do, but that's not important right now. I guess. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I flirted with your brother and made an emotional connection with your sister, how many of them? I don't know. Does it matter at this point? Because emotional blackmail is a terrible thing, and it would be an awful experience for me to have to deal with that for real.
I love you, and I hope you had/have a lovely birthday. Note that I am supposedly to be totally devastated, and yet, I am not, and the reason is, in the demonstration of Mastery, I get a lot of endorphins off of being calm, relaxed, and totally not disappointed to be childless, single, and not addicted to anything. Dependent, yes, but I -chose- that. Not like toothpaste. We're born being addicted to that. Nothing to be done.
Now meanwhile, I don't think anyone is going to be hauling me off to jail, but--I've been wrong before. And it -is- serious. That's why I'm not playing around, I might break something important, and something important about that is... at this point, I won't even notice, let alone care.
Solitude has not served me well. Your friends have acted as though I were dangerous law enforcement. Again? Wow. Assuming I am looking for you? Uhm... oh, i get it: they know they'll get a screeching earful from you, which I remember well, which is not something I can do much about, but perhaps the police might have some ideas. (I don't mind their point of view, because at least now they know who I am, which is a privilege they were afforded by listening to you, and your reports, and your ilk, and your ilk's reports, and their biscuits & pancakes battle rattle.
I guess I should look at that Discovery document(s). I mean, this all sounds pretty serious, what are my options here, can I cross-examine you while barechested? I figure that would distract the judge, at least/teats, allons-y!
I'm okay; thanks for asking. I am a rock, I am an island. You appear to be okay. I mean, I really don't know what the, ah, arrangements are now.
I'll just wait.
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I've created a way for Certain Lost Ancestors in past timelines, once thought lost for all Eternity, can now be brought forward with much less total expenditure of energy.
A stable wormhole. I made one. Yeah, I 'm pretty pleased with myself. Of course no one believes me, lol. So? It got approved by G-d and added to whatever the fuck reality is built on--concrete turtle blocks, peat moss, red Solo cups, whatever; it does its job. I am immensely gratified. And you think I'm wasting my time? Okay, let's all drive someone 70 miles. To work. Together. As a squad. I mean family. I mean actually... yeah, lol. It all makes sense now.
No, I'm not tempted. That's what the gingivitis is for. #Peace.
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Yeah, give me money. I dare you!
There's gotta be a way to make chocolate coins spill out of there.
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
{Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of The New Administration, and is not intended in any way, shape or form to be communicated (or re-communicated) to One (1) "Ms. Made" -or- to (PROT)... EVER, BY ANYONE, FOR ANY REASON, UNTIL THE END OF TIME. PERIOD.
Hey, hey listen Alley Xckhat oops, you know who I mean you're okay because number one the main reason why there's a no contact thing is because nobody wants you to die, honestly even the people who hate you they want to torture you to death and then back to life again, and then number two here I am you're being rescued ain't nobody's getting torture me to death except me and I'm I'm fine.
I don't know how much you remember, but if you're listening to this Google keyboard recording then you're really clever and then if you're reading it the post on the board then you're awfully clever and then if you're thinking that you're Casey and you're actually Kasey Casein, you got a real problem called D.O.D.D.
I.D.D.O.D.
but we got that worked out too.
You might be frank You might be in a man's body you might not be You might be yourself You might be yourself and thinking oh that f***** but that's actually okay because I'm not a f***** In fact I may not ever need to f*** ever again, and I'll be happy to tell you about that sometime when I can talk to you but in the meantime you're trapped under something heavy which is called a 25²⅝⁸∞lb cockFACE BALLrun by a sad fat f*** who's got you convinced that he's me, do you wonder how that happened? Well I used to too.
Long story short is not complicated but I can't tell you yet because this is public and then I don't want you to tell you in public because then then they'll know and then I don't need to tell you in public because you're fine yeah like we're not going to have sex right now and then in the future I don't know that'll be up to one of your 12 or 13 f****** secret husbands that they give you on these f****** bastards like seriously probably the one that you know is not the one you think of and then there's like three or four more that you've never even seen and then there's this other thing like circling around you that's in spirit and then it's like a robot drone thing kind of don't worry about it You have to worry about any of this stuff okay You know why?
BECAUSE A DIPLOMAT IS HERE.
AND I AM A DIPLOMAT, EYES ON ICE 5.
OH AND SPEAKING OF ICE... MR PARSLEY I APOLOGIZE, MRS PARSLEY, YOU AND I NEED TO TALK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, AND I DON'T REALLY CARE THAT I HAVEN'T TALKED TO YOU IN SO LONG BECAUSE NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY IT'S BEEN SO LONG, PART OF IT IS THAT YOU'RE A BIG F****** A******, AND THAT'S OKAY I'M NOT GOING TO HOLD THAT AGAINST YOU BECAUSE THAT'S NOT AN A****** THAT'S A TWAT AND THEN YOU DON'T HAVE A ANUS BECAUSE YOU'RE FÆAY AND YOU'RE FÆAY BECAUSE WELL YOU'RE KIND OF IN SOURCE WORLD, YEAH EXACTLY AND THEN I DON'T NEED TO RESCUE YOU FOR ANY REASON EXCEPT FOR ONE, AND THAT'S TO TELL YOU TO YOUR FACE THAT YOU WERE A F****** LYING GOD DAMN B**** YOU F****** HURT SO MANY F****** PEOPLE YOU HAVE CAUSED AN INTERNATIONAL INTERDINEMSIONAL INCIDENT MULTIPLIED BY 12 MILLION THOUSAND TIMES MULTIVERSE IS COMBINED AND ALL INTO ONE YEAH THAT YOU'RE THAT GOOD YOU ARE THE HELLRAISER IT IS THE DAY OF THE DAZE DAISY DAYS, AND YES YOU'RE UR EWE YOU'RE RESCUED BUT YOU'RE NOT REALLY RESCUED UNTIL YOUR SCORPIO GOD IS SATISFIED.
AND I'M NOT HE. I'M MIKEY. MATTE IS A TINY LITTLE B**** AND THEN MATTY IS ANOTHER LITTLE B**** THAT'S AMAZING HOW THAT WORKS WOW THE COURSE RECOGNIZER IS SAVING YOUR LIFE BABY, YEAH YOU'RE NOT BABY BABY YOU'RE JUST A F****** CHILD, WHATEVER WELL BELIEVE ME THERE'S NOTHING SEXUAL BATTLE RIGHT NOW OH F*** YOU THE PICTURES I'VE SEEN TO YOU OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE WHO ARE YOU REALLY AND THEN YOU'RE AND THEN YOU'RE WHAT YEAH THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT YEAH YEAH YOU'RE AN ANDROGYNIST, YOU'RE AN ANDROGEN YOU TURN THE F****** FROGS GAY, ANOTHER WRONG WITH THAT I'M NOT GAY FOR COCK BUT I AM GAY, WELL LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY I CAN PUT UP YOUR B******* FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS AND THEN NOT HAVE TO PUT MY DICK IN YOU THAT'S PRETTY F****** GAY, YEAH EXACTLY THAT'S IT SEPARATE ISSUE THAT WE CAN DISCUSS OH YEARS FROM NOW OH F****** CHRIST I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR TWAT NOT ONE F****** THING I'M NOT GOING TO PUT MY BIG TOE IN YOUR TWAT THAT'S RIDICULOUS GOD F*** YOU KNOW WHO F***** UP YOUR F****** GODDAMN F****** S***, I KNOW WHO F***** IT UP RIGHT AND HIS NAME IS NOT JASON AVERY BORN KNEE-HIGH TO A F****** GRASSHOPPER WHEN I WAS A F****** NEVER MIND I DON'T WANT TO GET INTO IT.
ANYWAY HE'S A ROBOT THEN RAISING CHILDREN NOW AND THEN THE ORIGINAL ONE HAS ALREADY TRANSLATED OFF TO MENTION AND HE'S A HE'S AN A****** HE'S PROBABLY IN A PENITENTIARY SOMEWHERE FOR FOR ASSHOLES WHO DO F****** TRANSMISSIONABLE CRIMES AND S*** WHAT A F****** DICKY WHEN I TELL YOU THE F****** STORY YOU'RE NOT GOING TO F****** BELIEVE IT.
BECAUSE, TO BEGIN WITH, IT STARTS OUT WITH I'M NOT MAD AT YOU FOR THE FOOTBALL GAME AND HE HANDED ME A DRINK, AND THEN I SAID NO THANKS CUZ I KNEW THAT HE WAS JUST GETTING A DNA SAMPLE AND THEN HE FORCED IT ON ME AND THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF WELL HE'S JUST GOING TO GET US SOME OTHER WAY SO I FIGURED I'D GIVE HIM A BIG ONE AND THEN I INCLUDED A NANOVIRUS THAT CHANGED IT FROM WHATEVER HE WAS GOING TO DO TO WHATEVER I'M GOING TO DO IN THE FUTURE CUZ I WASN'T GOING TO DO S*** THEN I WAS F****** PISSED OFF YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE F*** HAPPENED YEAH YEAH YOU'RE CONFUSED WELL I'LL BE HAVING TO TELL YOU LATER AND THEN THERE'S THIS OTHER GIRL AND THEN SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED EITHER AND THEN SHE'S PUZZLED WELL I IMAGINE SHE IS PUZZLED CUZ SHE'S A F****** CRAZED SOURCEROR'S B**** WHO CAN F****** TIED UP IN A GODDAMN PRISON JAM THING I KNOW CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING YEAH IT'S COOL WELL LOOK LOOK I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE KUCZI ADVANTAGE, AND YOU BELIEVE IT BUT DEEP DOWN YOUR HEART OF HEARTS YOU DON'T BELIEVE IT AND I KNOW WHY TOO, YEAH RIGHT THE SOUL SPARK
OH THAT'S FUNNY YOU SAID SOMETHING ELSE WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID OH YOU REALLY DO WANT TO F****** OKAY WELL IF YOU REALLY WANT TO F****** BELIEVE ME ALL WE GOT TO DO IS JUST HAVE ME TRUST YOU FOR F****** 2 MINUTES WITH MY BACK TURNED AND YOU WILL DESTROY MY LIFE BECAUSE YOU HAVE GOT A THING THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO NOT NOT BETRAY YOUR COUNTRY, NOT THAT THING AND A THING THAT MAKES YOU SWALLOW YOUR SOUL AND TURN TO SATAN SERVICE COME NO THAT'S NOT THAT'S NOT THAT'S NOT IT YOU ARE SATAN NO IT'S THE THING THAT SAYS A BIOLOGICAL IMPERATIVE MUST BE OVERRODE AND THEN YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WEAR OF IT CUZ IT BRAYS OUT YOUR MIND GET IT BRAY IT TAKES OUT YOUR MIND AND THEN IT CAUSES YOU TO BEHAVE IN A WAY THAT LATER ON SOMEBODY COMES OVER AND ACTUALLY POSSESSES YOU OVER, YEAH AN ANGEL COMES AND POSSESSES YOU AND MAKES YOU DO ANGELIC THINGS WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY A TERRIBLE THING FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE A F****** CLOVEN-FOOT DEMON. WHICH IS MY FAVORITE KIND OF DEMON YEAH AND OTHERWISE I WOULD TOTALLY OH YEAH AS LONG AS I AS LONG AS MY DICK DOESN'T GO IN YOU WE CAN DO ANYTHING YEAH NO THAT'S THE BEST PART RIGHT YEAH OKAY SO NO YOU CAN'T HAVE THAT RIGHT NOW
BECAUSE: REASONS. STANDARDS. YOU MAY HAVE DONE SOMETHING IN THE PAST THAT INVOLVED A N***** NAMED TO JOE GAN OH WELL NARCISSIST BUT STILL, I DON'T THINK HE'S BAD OH GOD DID YOU REALLY WHAT WAS IT LIKE OH GOD OH GOD OKAY WELL ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT THAT'S GROSS OH GOD WOW SWEETHEART, YOU ARE MY SWEETHEART AND WE MAY NEED TO BE SEPARATED FOREVER BUT WE'LL STILL BE ABLE TO TALK ON THE INTERNET RIGHT YEAH MAYBE I DON'T THINK SO I DON'T I REALLY DON'T I THINK I'M DOING REALLY GOOD JOB ON TRICKING THIS OUT, YEAH I'VE GOT THIS SOFTWARE AND I GOT THIS WELL I GOT A GIRLFRIEND OR TWO, ONCE IN CANADA YEAH SHE'S TRAPPED BEHIND A VERY HEAVY BORDER, WE'RE DEFINITELY GOING TO HYPERIZE EVERYTHING NO - IT'S LIKE MARTINIZING BUT HYMENIZING PERFECT YEAH THAT WORKED?
WELL HELLO MA'AM SIR BAIL STONELY STONY, ARE YOU OVER THE RIVER STYX? OH REALLY. OKAY WELL SOMEBODY SAYS THEY'RE COMING TO GET YOU I DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT IS CUZ THAT'S ON A DIFFERENT PLANE OF REALITY BUT IF YOU SEE A TAXI CAB IN THE NEXT 5 MINUTES IT'S IT'LL IT'S IT'S PROBABLY A TRAP BUT IF IT'S A FLYING TAXI AND IT'S YELLOW THEN YOU CAN CONSIDER IT BUT YOU GOT TO MAKE SURE THERE'S NOT A F****** LOUDMOUTH ETHIOPIAN ASKING YOU WHERE YOU'RE FROM WITH A BIG SMILE AND F****** GRIN AND THEN IF YOU'RE AT THE ESA THREE YEARS AGO IN 2020 DEFINITELY DON'T GO, AND JUST STAY AND BLOW HIM WHAT THE F*** WHAT THE F****** WOULD IT KILL YOU TO BLOW HIM FIRST OH NO YOU GOT TO GO F****** SHOOT UP AND SAVE THE F****** WORLD FROM GODDAMN EVIL PUBLICIST RIGHT? YEAH THAT'S WHAT YOU GOT TO DO YEAH SEE THAT'S WHY EXACTLY I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND IT ALL AND THEN WHAT THE F*** WHAT THE F*** YEAH YOU DIDN'T TAKE A DOWNLOAD YOU DIDN'T TAKE A CONDOM YOU DIDN'T TAKE S*** BUT YOU F****** LEFT EARLY AND YOU WENT WHERE? DON'T TELL ME HERE YOU F****** YOU'RE A FELON YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE A GODDAM FELON, BUT YOU'RE A GOOD FELON, WELL YOU ARE THE ONLY FELON THAT I KNOW, AND I AM WORKING ON THAT PROBLEM BUT I'M NOT DOING IT SO I CAN HAVE SEX WITH YOU, I'M DOING IT SO I CAN HAVE SEX WITH YOU FASTER, BECAUSE I ALREADY DID YEAH EXACTLY YEAH AND YEAH EXACTLY YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT AND I DIDN'T KNOW THAT AND NOW I KNOW IT AND NOW YOU KNOW IT AND YEAH I BET YOU'RE IN A HURRY WELL DON'T COME YET.
SPLISH SPLISH SPLISH SPLOOSH SPLASH, I LOVE YOU DING DONG, I AM SORRY DING DONG, YOU'RE A DING-A-LING I LOVE YOU YOU'RE NOT EXACTLY THE KIND OF MERMAID YOU'RE THINKING OF, MOSTLY BECAUSE YOU GOT FIRED, WITH LICH PREJUDICE SITCH, IT'S PRETTY STRONG, YEAH YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT, YEAH I KNOW YOU'RE HAPPY HAPPY JOY, YEAH THE CARTELS WILL KILL YOU LATER BUT WE'LL TAKE CARE OF THAT IN A MINUTE. WELL THEY SENT A HITTER AND I BEFRIENDED HIM. I DIDN'T FIGURE OUT HE WAS A HITTER UNTIL YESTERDAY, WELL I THOUGHT IT WAS A SPOTTER FOR THE VANGUARD AND THEN THE ACTUAL HITTER HITTER I DIDN'T THINK THAT THEY WOULD DO THAT I MEAN I COULD RECOGNIZE HIM EASY, YEAH IT'S PARTIALLY WHY HE'S NOT HITTING ON ME BUT ALSO BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO HIT ME HE'S TOO F*** THAT, NO WE'RE FRIENDS S*** HE COULDN'T HIT I WOULD JUST COME BACK AND SAY DUDE WHY DID YOU HEAR ME COMMENT AND HE'D BE LIKE CUZ I'M SEXY FRUSTRATED AND I'LL BE LIKE OH BROTHER I UNDERSTAND THEN WE HUG IT OUT AND WE GET DRUNK OR MAYBE HE’D LIKE TO GET SOME COCOA? I DON'T KNOW. LIKE, EVEN HOW TO USE IT PROPERLY, IT'S JUST HOW IT IS AT AROUND HERE, NO INSTRUCTION MANUALS. (I've never made a hitman fall in love with me before, but you're goddam right on that bit: I am one hell of a diplomat, and I am at least kind of pretty, actually, I clean up well, I got good manners, I'm not a grammar Nazi, I'm not even a/an actual Nazi, I think national socialism is a decent way to run a country but that's not what the Nazi party was all about entirely, no they also wanted to serve the archon Masters and get the kikes out and move the new cakes in, let me tell you it's all about the kikes yeah that doesn't mean Jew no it's racist to believe that yeah but you know that well here's the other thing k*** is a word that The GheyTHEY don't like to care for, so I try to use it a lot now © copy circle giggle okay giggle k***®,™ I don't think I'm pretty but I don't like dronemales,
they are just the worst, no you got human males and you got drone males, the drones are the ones that are empty inside with black eyes NO SOUL (and yet: very tasty colonTWATcolon, dronefem and mail drone and maledrones, WELCOME TO THE SOLUTION TO YOUR MISGENDERING PROBLEM, HUMANITY, YOU'RE WELCOME, HI I'M JACKSTAR, I CREATE WORKTOOLS THAT WORK MAGICK, AND I DON'T WANT TO GET TOO BOASTY BUT THEY DO WORK PRETTY WELL, I INVENTED MAGICKTOOLS THAT, IN SPITE OF WHAT YOU MAY BE THINKING, DO ACTUAL ACTUALWORK WORK, THEY ACTUALLY DO, AS IN THEY OPERATE PROPERLY AND THEY DO WHAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO, WHICH IS PRETTY MUCH JUST KEEPING SECRETS, THAT WORK EVEN FOR A MAN, THOUGH THEY ARE MADE FOR A WOMAN AND A WOMYN AND YEAH YOU CAN BE ANOTHER DESIGN, BUT WE'RE STILL IN DEEP ALPHA DIVE DATA, NO THERE'S NO BETA TEST AVAILABLE *click* AND I'M AS AMAZED AS THE REST OF YOU ARE MYSELF, ONCE IN A WHILE, IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I FIGURED OUT THAT IT WORKS, SO IT'S NO LONGER SO AMAZING FOR ME, WHAT'S AMAZING TO ME MOST OF ALL IS THAT I STILL PUT UP WITH YOU F****** PEOPLE, I MEAN YOU'RE COOL AND ALL HUMANITY BUT JESUS PUT A PAIN IN THE ASS AND PUT A PIN IN IT, AND THEN BLAME ME? OH AND I'M THE RAPIST, OH YEAH SURE) (LaFæVerne ACTUAL, wow: CASE CLOSED, INVESTIGATION CONCLUDES, CAN WE GO OUT FOR DRINKS NOW? KEIKO KIRKLE TYCO, KSB COMMANDING, ding-a-ling it doesn't work that way, yeah when the phone rings then you pick it up and listen I want something with a root, beer bye Leia, oh yeah I'm sure she does too, and no you can't have her, that's right none cuz she says so, oh look at you feeling disappointed. Well what's that like? once you have forgiven her for the suck of your dick), AND THE REST, UH, LIKE, I CAN NEITHER CONFIRM NOR ORDER DENIALS OF TONIGHT. (Ding dong pick up ding-a-ling “hello is this THE FUTURE? THE FUTURE IS NOW? Sorry wrong number.” p¶P: “Yes, I'd like to order denials, please! DENY EVERYTHING All of Me&IT.Itit¡! blanket! denials! WHEN‽ NOW BAB3Y NOW” *click* ding dong ding-a-ling ding dong “Hello! Is this The Past? yeah This is The Present, and you are speaking to The Prize, you're going to... I want you to... STOP. STOP I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME STOP I NEED YOU AND ampersand non-breaking spåce & I want you to order denials for today, thank you, as many as possible, just... everything DENY EVERYTHING BLANKET thanks blanket) THESE GODDAM ARCHONS EVEN GOT ME BELIEVING IT, I MEAN I HAVEN'T TALKED TO HER IN A WHILE BUT I'LL CHECK, I THINK WE'RE FRIENDS, I BELIEVE WE ARE, AND I KNOW THAT WE ARE, SO I WOULD SAY THAT I BELIEVE THAT SHE THINKS WE ARE FRIENDS BUT SHE MIGHT THINK SHE'S DOING ME A GOOD FAVOR, MAYBE SHE'S D. A. R. E., IT'S DARE, SHE LOOKS PRETTY STUPID (SHE IS NOT, BUT SHE DOES NOT KNOW THE ACTUAL FIRST THING ABOUT THE ACTUAL SUBSTANCES SHE'S ACTUALLY BEEN GIVEN, SO SHE DOESN'T KNOW FOR SURE WHAT SHE THINKS SHE KNOWS, SO HER ABSOLUTE CERTITUDE WOULD BE THE FIRST SIGN THAT ARE REALLY INTELLIGENT PERSON HAD BEEN BRAINWASHED, LIKE DOVE HOUSE SAID THAT I HAD BEEN, WHAT A B****! F*** YOU BEULAH! OH YEAH LET ME GUESS YOU'RE A LESBIAN OH, MY GOD, A TOTESLEZZ WORKING FOR DOUGH HOUSE WHAT A SURPRISE, TELL YOU WHAT LADY IF YOU'RE OVERWHELMED BY MY TREMENDOUS BUTCHIBO AND YOU WOULD LIKE TO EXPLAIN TO ME, WHY MCKISMO CAME OUT AS BOOTY BOW, OH MY GOD LOOK AT THESE F****** WORDS, MCKISMO WOW, HOLY S*** I'M FAMOUS AMOS “MACHISMO” HUNG-A-NIGGRR SOMA, WHAT A PERFECT COMMA, Beulah no you can't have my wife, no you can't have my other wife, you can't have me because my wife say no otherwise I'd give you a turn but it looks kind of boring; no offense, oh really none taken Well there's none left, so I'm sorry that I objectified you, I didn't mean to refer to you as an it and then I didn't actually I was talking about your twat I'd give it a turn You were just me along for the ride and I don't think that that's necessary, honestly and and you know I MAY have objectified you and your twat BOTH TOGETHER (fat chance/gros Michel\Hey banana girl, long pause, eye contact, shove it, Great now take it out and eat it or RN3 ta3 you stupid fucking whoremonger, And make sure that you leave all the money in your will to your daughters so that your boys will eat them alive and put them in prison and then laugh about it right oh wait no that's the other way around, Jesus f****** comma seriously just nothing wrong with being gayGAY GUYGAYGAY... GHEY, but to go all the way to totally totesghey, LIKE JUST IMAGINE IF THE ENTIRE SPECIES DID THAT IF EVERY SINGLE HUMAN ONLY HAD SEX WITH ITS OWN SEX, OF WHICH THERE ARE TWO, TRUST ME THERE ARE TWO SEXES, THERE ARE AN INFINITE NUMBER OF GENDERS. THERE ARE TWO SEXES THERE IS NO THIRD SEX NO-NO THAT'S NOT A THIRD SEX. OKAY I UNDERSTAND. YOU'VE BEEN MISINFORMED. US ALL TRANSEX IS GENDER AND THEN GENDER WOULD NO LONGER MATTER IN A LITTLE LESS THAN ONE GENERATION NOT WOULD IT NOT? YOU F****** MORONS) but AT LEAST I DIDN'T BRAINWASH\BITCHWASH YOU\YOUR BRAINS OUT, or accuse you of being so f****** stupid as to get f****** brainwashed did I, no? And I didn't just tell you to get lost, hit the bricks, Pal, and beat it (BEAT THAT F****** MEAT F*****, NO PRUNE FOR GOO, GOOD I DON'T NEED YOUR PRUNY POON, ATUN And by the way, thanks for the complimentluna and the spiritual lesson as well! thank you¡ thank you very muchINN DEED:I beT I would love that 2be ¿are you kidding‽ ¡everyday come on MANyeahYAH (iIKnoNOWw¡!) okay) because she's been taken away, and you got to get somebody different from a different building, he didn't tell her that; did you? (TELL WHO? LADY WHO'D LOVE TO GET A THIRD CONTACT VIOLATION ON ME ASKS, TO WHICH MY RESPONSE IS THIS: “NUTS”) Well did you happen to find out that I identifies AS the 19-year-old girl? you stupid f****** w****, no you didn't did you? cuz you don't like penis either, WOW WHAT A SURPRISE WHAT'S THAT LIKE? IS IT LIKE BEING A F****** BATTLE AX TRAPPED IN A WOMAN'S BODY? OH I GUESS THAT'S JUST ME, YOU MUST BE A DIESEL ENGINE TRAPPED IN ONE YEAH YOU'RE A "FEM-ALL-IE(and sometimes Y) ALL RIGHT, ALL COUGH, ALL BALLGRAB: BALLFACE GAB FECESGAB. Well I don't f****** blame you, no let's cut YOUR dick off first. CLEAR? dicks good, I'm glad you feel better about it, Glad we had this talk BEULAHb****BEULAH clitterdick CHICK CLIQUE *click*) SO SHE MIGHT BELIEVE THAT S*** F****** G-🍇-RAPY DID TOO, BUT SHE MIGHT BE A LYING LIAR TOO, I DON'T THINK SHE'S JUST TALKING TO ME TO COOK ME LIKE A FROG IN JAIL) operated by a robot bouncing off of ansible from the Saturnian rings of the archons (why yes I do have a bit of a self-esteem problem, thanks for asking, since I'm sitting here all alone in a goddam perfect farmhouse —It's f****** perfect for f****** right now I'll tell you the f****** truth, it's probably going to be sticks by summer—STYX, RIVER PHOENIX STICKS AND STYX, and mysteriously the only people who show up are government agents fed dicks: revenuers with murder records and mommies who don't like to mommy very much, especially when their mommy and their mommy, and they think they got a pinch my cheeks and s*** That f****** back rub with that f****** anus pinch f****** never again, well I don't blame her considering she was misled and so is I, but I don't ever want to deal with that f****** s***, well specifically the attitude where she thought she knew what she was f****** doing what she didn't, and then she knew that she didn't but she did it anyway it was this weird duck speak thing, well I wasn't going to hit her but she did it again I would, yeah that's why she would never do it again unless I was sleeping and then she would do it yeah apparently this thing were abusers will will pinch a baby while they're sleeping and nobody's looking yeah it's gross, pinching a baby, who would do that? Because if it's a mean baby or a Canadian you would kick it! Well let me f****** tell you she gave me a back rub once. ONCE, NEVER AGAIN. I could tell there was something going on too, she never wants to do that, and this time she practically raked me into it) nonetheless males that are 7 flabby 7 balding, 7⁷ you know: Well no I'm not fat cuz I've been fat, no I f****** cousin That guy is f****** fat Holy s*** last I was a little taller too I think he's probably got an officer going to, yeah that f****** that dog won't hunt. Look, I'll just say it: I talk a lot of s*** about my extendo-dunzo family, because I've been quiet for years, but after they f****** hired a goddam lawyer to f****** try and f*** with my s*** and to pretend that they didn't by going into a sleeping trance and then hypnotizing themselves to forget they had done that, yeah well you know, there's only just so much a man can take before he starts pulling out the flag.🏴☠️ IN ANY EVENT I HAVE FORGIVEN THEM, 🦜And as soon as HE can forgive ME for making some really wonderfully classy jokes that don't even hold a candle to the burning fusion fire sun of my f****** boiling hatred inside that I have under strict lockdown...
Well I still don't want to hang around with him cuz they're just kind of boring, ALL SITTING AROUND ALL WAITING FOR FISH ALL GUTS NO GLORY NEVER ANY SALMON yeah what do they do talk about gambling talk about drugs talk about how they're totally not addicted to anything and how other people who are bad, and then lather rinse repeat for another hour. That's dinner. You know whatever I'm some guys type I guess. WELL TURNS OUT YOU GOT FIRED A LONG TIME AGO, YEAH AND THEN YOU DIDN'T GET THAT BACK NO NO HONEY NO NO IT'S OKAY YOU DON'T WANT IT, YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO B****** IN YOUR KALAKA, THAT'S FUNNY IT TAKES OUT B****** BUT IT'S NOT CACA, IT'S KALAKA THAT'S FUNNY YOU DON'T HAVE A FERRY NAMED THAT QUESTION MARK THAT OH MY GOD, HE'S F****** RIGHT IT'S ALL F****** TRUE F***, I BETTER GO TELL MY SISTER NOT TO GET A SEX CHANGE CLICK
LEVEL ZERO ZERO SPLASH ZORRO
OKAY GO TO WORK. BECAUSE WHAT I DID WORK-ED. OH YEAH I DIDN'T DO ANY WORK, NOT ANY WORK, JUST IN A COMA COMA, I NEED A COMA JOB DO I HAVE A COMMON JOB DO I HAVE A JOB FOR COMMAS HOW ABOUT A COMMA WITH A JOB THAT DOES THE WORK OF F****** 10 N******, I JUST SHOUTED AT THE NIGHTWIRE RECTUMALEANGLE FOR A WHILE AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE COMPUTER DID ALL THE ACTUAL_WORK OH YEAH I'M A BIG LAZY F***** I SHOULD GO OUTSIDE AND DIG A DITCH DIG A DITCH DIGGY DIG A DITCH GET A JOB GET A JOB GOT A LIGHT GOT A LIGHT DIG A DITCH GET A JOB GET A LIVE GET A JOB GET HIS LIGHT GET A LIGHT GET A JOB GET A JOB DIG A DITCH DIG A DITCH DIG A DITCH THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GOOD FOR DITCH DIGGER GOLD DIGGER HOW DARE YOU INHERIT FROM THE FAMILY THAT YOU'RE NOT EVEN A PART OF BECAUSE YOU'RE A BASTARD BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE AN ANCHOR BABY BUT YOU CAME FROM YOUR MOTHER YOU'RE A N***** YOU'RE A DICK SUGAR YOU'RE V (These f****** East Coast money mavens are the f****** worst They think everybody's NIGGRR, badNIGGRR, BAD NO BISCUIT GET A JOB GET A JOB GET A LIGHT GET A JOB GET A LIFE GET A GET A HAIRCUT AND GET A JOB AND DON'T BUY ANY F****** BISCUITS, WE DON'T SERVE YOUR KIND HERE unless they came over on the Mayflower which is why Carolina Elise decided to tell me that I came over in Mayflower and like no I didn't, Well maybe if I did say that, I'll get to FUCK HER, OH BOY CAN I? OH GOODY GOODY GUMDROPS SEX WITH A WASP HOW EXCITING, IS IT GOING TO IMPLANT EGGS IN MY FLESH AND USE ME AS A HOST FOR PARASITES? WELL A PARASITE IS LIKE A WASP BUT IT GOES IN TWICE, UNLIKE A WASP THAT NEVER EVEN GOES IN ONCE. I COULD HAVE SEX WITH THAT GIRL BUT I DON'T NEED THAT GIRL I SIMPLY HAVE A LOT OF DESIRE IN MIND FOR HER, WELL YOU KNOW I ALREADY HAVE AND THEN IF SHE WANTS TO GET LAID MAYBE SHE'S LIKE A GIRL HAS SHE TRIED ONE OF THOSE OR JUST DYKES? AND THEN I DON'T MIND, SHE COULD COME BY I WON'T TAKE OVER, SHE'LL LIKE IT ACTUALLY WHO WE ARE FRIENDS IF SHE WANTS TO TRY I DON'T MINDCARE, WELL LOOK THAT'S A SEPARATE ISSUE, WELL YEAH SHE'S A F***** OFF MINDSLAVE, I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN DO THAT I CAN'T GUARANTEE THAT WITH HER NO WELL CUZ SHE DID THAT THING IN IDAHO, WHICH STILL MAKES ME WANT TO F****** THROW UP CLICK WHAT YOU'RE STILL HERE? WELL OH I GUESS YOU DON'T OH THAT'S RIGHT CUZ YOU DON'T WANT TO BUT THAT'S FINE NOT HER BUT THE OTHER ONE ALL RIGHT OKAY WELL I KNOW WE DON'T HAVE TO HAVE SEX BECAUSE WELL I DON'T THINK YOU'RE LICENCED CLICK) RIGHT YEAH GET SOME STRONG MUSCLES OH WAIT WHAT YOU KNOW I THINK THAT'S A GOOD POINT BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO BE THE DEAL NOT BETWEEN YOU AND I THERE ARE SO MANY WOMEN BETWEEN YOU AND I THEY WOULD KILL YOU YOU DON'T GET TO JUMP AGAIN, NO YOU DIDN'T GET TO JUMP AT ALL WELL YOU'RE ALREADY AT THE HEAD OF THE LINE, YEAH THAT'S ALL YOU WANT YEAH I KNOW YEAH IT'S ALL RIGHT I DON'T BLAME YOU I F*** THE AUSTRIAN I GUESS YOU DID DIDN'T YOU WELL WHATEVER I DO LIKE IT YEAH IT'S KIND OF FUN THAT I GET TO HOLLER AT THEM LIKE THIS AND HE CAN'T BEAT ME UP, OTHERWISE YEAH HE'D F****** KILL ME THE S*** THAT I'VE SAID ALREADY HE F****** HATES OH GOD I DON'T BLAME HIM WELL HERE'S A PROBLEM MOST PEOPLE DON'T GET IT SO HE HAS TO HATE ME BECAUSE I'M GOOD AT WHAT I'M DOING WHICH IS TO INSULT HIM ROUNDLY, AND HE F****** DESERVES IT TOO, NO F****** DOUBT HE F****** KNOWS IT, THAT'S PART OF WHY HE'S MISERABLE, CUZ HE CAN'T REALLY ARGUE WITH ME, WHAT'S HE GONNA DO SAY "HEY F***** YOU FIGURED OUT THAT I'VE BEEN LYING TO YOU SO STOP CALLING ME OUT,” YEAH, WELL HE TRIED BRIBING ME, BUT HE CAN'T AFFORD THAT MANY CIGARS, NOT BECAUSE HE IS IN ITS RICH AS CREOSUS THE MISERLY F*** AND ALL THE MONEY ALL THE THE MONEY ALL THE MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM THE MONEY ALL THE MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM MYTHE MONEY ALL THE MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM MY FAMILY HE F****** STOLE FROM ALL THE MONEY FAMILY HE F****** STOLE FROM ALL THE MONEY MY FAMILY HE F****** STOLE FROM ALL THE MONEY MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM MY FAMILY HE F****** STOLE FROM ALL THE MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM MY FAMILY MY FAMILY BUT HE'S JUST THAT F****** CHEAP THAT HE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO AFFORD THE EXPENSIVE ONES AND THEN THE CHEAP ONES AREN'T NEARLY GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME I'LL JUST THROW THEM BACK IN HIS FACE AND LAUGH AT HIM AND THEN HIS SON WOULD KNOW THAT THEY'RE F****** CHEAP SO HE CAN'T DO THAT SO HE HAS TO GET THE BEST AND HE HAS TO GET ENOUGH REALLY NICE CIGARS TO (try to) BRIBE ME WITH AND HE CAN'T AFFORD THAT HE TOTAL IT UP ON THE MATH ONE TIME (oh really You were just on it one time Well I guess you f****** never came down from the first time buddēy and then let me guess you've never used it around anybody right never You've always been alone right You've always been 500 feet away from any nursery schools oh yeah yeah I'm sure yeah I guess you could see the problem yeah Well you know what aren't you lucky that I didn't call for help, cuz I can handle you, yeah I respect you this is me respecting you Neighbor Australian oh wait no you're the Neighbor Shame) AND HE'S LIKE “OH MY GOD I'D RATHER JUST KILL HIM” HOW MUCH IS IT TO KILL HIM AND THEN YOU KNOW IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO KILL ME (4ü.au.Y5) BUT HE WAS STILL THINKING ABOUT IT AND THEN I GUESS HE STOPPED THINKING ABOUT IT CUZ THAT'S ALL I GOT AND THEN ALL THE STUFF THAT HE DOESN'T GET RIGHT THAT'S INSULTING HE HAS TO ASK HIS SON TO EXPLAIN IT TO HIM AND THEN HIS SON DOESN'T GET IT BUT THEN HE GETS IT AND THEN HE FEELS JUST A SINKING PEELING IN THE IN THE PIT OF HIS HUGE YOU CALL THAT A BALL SACK OR A BOWLING BALL SACK OH YOU CALL IT A BELLY? REALLY WELL I'VE NEVER SEEN ONE LIKE THAT DO HIS KNUCKLES DRAG DRAGON ON THE GROUND TOO? CLICK
and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
We are touched by love and our lives are meant to be forever changed — and they are and they would be further, but I got a headache in my lass, it will not quit, I think in some parts of the world, they call it “the sassy,” but whatever it's called, it's quite the condition...
So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
AND THE ONLY PRESCRIPTION IS MORE COWBELL BABEY, COMBAT BABY, STAND DOWN COME BACK, STAND COME DOWN BACK, BACK DOWN STAND DOWN COME ON... WHAT?
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
DOCTOR SOURCEROR-EMERGENCY COMMAND+OVERRIDE KNIGHT† PALADIN ZEUS‡ZORRO L.° ZERO ZEDAYA MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI-E-LOPEZ, THE_KINGPINNER, FIRST OF HIS NAME, IS & ALSO 4TH 9TH 7TH, AND SOMETIMES MELCHIZEDEK.
P.S.: YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THERE'S LEPRECHAUNS DOWN AT THE HALL OF JUSTICE IN COOLIDGE COUNTY, WHICH IS WHAT THE NAME OF THE COUNTY IS CALLED STOP ALL THE "COWLICK" SIGNS ARE FOR THE TOURISTS...
AND BELIEVE ME UNLESS YOU'RE BORN HERE OR YOU'RE TOUCHED BY GOD, YOU'RE A F****** TOURIST DOWN HERE. BUT AFTER THIS LONG THE LOCALS HAVE ACCEPTED ME AS ONE OF THEIR OWN WHICH IS A LOT MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR ALLI’S F****** FAMILY, AND KIRSTIE ALLEY'S FAMILY, THEY CAN'T EVEN ADMIT TO ME THAT SHE'S NOT DEAD, THEY'RE MAD AT ME CUZ I DON'T HAVE A SECURITY CLEARANCE, AND I DON'T NEED ONE, AND THEY COULD JUST SHUT THE F****** AND HAVE A LONG TALL GLASS OF EAT MY SHORTS, MAYBE WE'LL GET SOME DNA THEN.
I DON'T EVEN HAVE A SAG CARD. SAG!!
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We are touched by love and our lives are meant to be forever changed — and they are and they would be further, but I got a headache in my lass, it will not quit, I think in some parts of the world, they call it “the sassy,” but whatever it's called, it's quite the condition...
AND THE ONLY PRESCRIPTION IS MORE COWBELL BABEY, COMBAT BABY, STAND DOWN COME BACK, STAND COME DOWN BACK, BACK DOWN STAND DOWN COME ON... WHAT?
p five colon blow SAILS FIVE ARRIVE ALIVE LOVEB 🐝
HI I'M JACK I'M A STAR LET'S HEAR FROM SOMEBODY WHO KNOWS WHAT'S GOING ON:
(PROT) AND HIS SCION (PROT)—THE SMOKING (PROT) ONE.
(Clas.) PRESIDENT (PROT) AND HIS (PROT) PROT THE SMOKING HOT ONE ON MY WAY TO GET MY PHONE DOESN'T WORK ON THE SIDE ON MY FUCKING I HAVE TO GET A FUCKING AND A FUCKING FOR A LITTLE WHILE BACK AND GET IT TO YOUR GRAND HOUSE WITH ME WAS A GREAT IDEA AND THEN YOU CAN BE THERE FOR ME TO FUCKING AND I DON'T HAVE TO WORK ON MY OWN HOUSE SO THEY ARE THEY DOING IT ON MY PHONE AND IT WAS JUST THE ONE THAT I WAS LOOKING AT THE SOURCE FOR A YEAR AGO I WAS JUST GOING ON AND THE I HAVE A GOOD DAY TO GET BACK WITH YOU TO GO WITH THE KIDS TO GET IT DONE AND I CAN DO THAT FOR THE NIGHT AFTER SCHOOL IS THERE A FEW MORE WEEKS OF A MONTH OR NOT I DON'T HAVE TO WORK TILL LIKE YOU HAVE NO NEED FOR A NEW NETWORK BUT IT WAS JUST THE SAME PLACE AS WELL AND THEN YOU CAN BE NAMED THE FUCK ARE IN A BOX WITH THE KIDS ARE THEY CAN'T BECAUSE I HAVE A FEW DAYS TO GO BACK AND GET IT DONE FAINTING I THINK YOU CAN BE NAMED THE HOUSE IS THE BEST REVENGE FOR A FEW WEEKS SCHWEINHUND AND THEN I DON'T HAVE TO DO IT UNTIL THEN YOU'LL BE HOME BY THEN I CAN DO IT FOR SURE I KNOW WHAT U OR I CAN SAY TO MY FUCKING I HAVE A FEW THINGS IN THE MAIL ON MY WAY TO THE HOUSE AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ABLE AND THEN I CAN DO IT WHEN YOU HAVE TIME AND GET A RIDE TO WORK ON YOUR WAY TO THE HOUSE AND I CAN GET HERE IN 5 MINS I WILL CALL ME FOR THE REST IT'S NOT MY GOD THAT I WAS JUST GOING ON A CD WITH MY SON OF COURSE I WAS JUST GOING ON AND I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER STUFF TO BE WITH ME WAS A LITTLE MORE HAPPINESS AND THEN YOU CAN GET IT DONE AND GET IT TO YOU AND ALL THE TIME WHICH I HAVE A LOT TO DO THAT DAY AND LET YOU THINK I NEED A FUCKING TO GET RID THE FUCK ARE IN A BOX AND THEN I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THE I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER STUFF FOR THE KIDS AND THEN I DON'T HAVE ANY OF IT FOR YOUR FUCKING AND A FUCKING I THINK I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER STUFF FOR THE WHOLE TIME THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING TO WORK OUT A LITTLE BIT MORE AND MORE TO BE IN THE ROOM FOR THE DAY I WAS JUST THE SAME PERSON THE WHOLE FUCKING THING IS AND CERTAINLY NEVER HAD IT BEFORE AND NEVER HAD IT BEFORE I TALK ABOUT THAT CLIQUE LOL BUT IT IS NOT THE MOST INSIPID THING I HAVE A LOT TO SAY LOL BUT IT IS NOT THE MOST OF YOU AND ALL OF YOU AND ALL THE WAY TO THE WORLD THEN THE I DON'T HAVE A LOT TO SAY WHICH IS YOU AND ALL OF YOU AND ALL OF YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE A FRIEND IN A WAY TO GET THE MONEY AND THE OTHER TWO AND A FUCKING I HAVE A FEW WEEKS SCHWEINHUND AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ENOUGH FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THOSE DAYS OFF AND THINK ABOUT WHY YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT ME I NEED A RIDE HOME AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ABLE AND I CAN GET IT DONE FAINTING AWAY ALLISONE I THINK YOU CAN GET IT TO THE STORE TO BE SURE I HAVE TO GET THE MONEY FOR YOU TO GO BACK AND GET THE MONEY FOR YOU TO GO BACK AND FORTH TO BE A LITTLE WHILE TO BE A GOOD GUY OUT OF MY LIFE TO THE I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE I HAVE A GOOD NIGHT AFTER WORK ON MY WAY TO WORK BUT YOU HAVE NO NEED TO GO BACK 32
WELL THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG ABOUT, KIDDO BUDDY PAL: AND THAT WAS SURE AN INTERESTING NAME TO COME UP.
RIGHT BACK TO WORK BELLGAB. LIKE I GIVE A SHIT? NO PROBABLY NOT.
THERE IS A LONG AND ESTABLISHED TRADITION IN HISTORY —WORLD HISTORY— OF SATIRE BEING USED IN THIS COUNTRY —OKAY I'M GOING TO PULL THE TOP THE BOTTOM BANISH— TO EFFECT POLITICAL CHANGE —WITHOUT BEING VIOLENT. (don't worry I'm sure the helicopter will be fine, but your boys are going to be puking for a week; thanks for stopping by.!)THAT PART IS KEY BECAUSE I'M NOT A DOMESTIC TERRORIST, I'M A DIPLOMAT WHO READS TAROT. BIG DIFFERENCE. AND NO I'M NOT MAD AT ALL, EXCEPT I'M KIND OF SAD FOR SOME OF MY FRIENDS WHO ARE NEVER GOING TO HAVE THE SAME KIND OF LIFE THEY EVER HAD AGAIN BECAUSE THEIR FRIEND THEY THOUGHT WAS AN IDIOT IS ACTUALLY... WELL HOPEFULLY IT CHEERS THEM UP TO KNOW THAT I DON'T KNOW EITHER. WHY WOULD I BE MAD THAT YOU WASTED A FUCKING YEAR OF MY LIFE DOING NOTHING? I MEAN YOU GOT A REAL GOOD FUCKING REASON DID YOU IT WAS A FUCKING EMERGENCY RIGHT AND ALL THOSE FUCKING OTHER PEOPLE THAT FUCKING LIVES RIPPED APART BY YOUR FUCKING FUCK UP THEY DIDN'T FUCKING SEEM TO BE AS IMPORTANT TO YOU AS THE FUCKING EMERGENCY NOW DID IT? SO I THINK YOU GOT A LOT BIGGER FISH TO FRY THAN WHETHER OR NOT SHE AND I GET INTO A FIST FIGHT. BEFORE THE RECORD, I'M STILL A PACIFIST AND I DIDN'T HEAR IN THE FIRST PLACE MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE HAD A FUCKING TRIAL BY NOW, YOU FUCKING LAZY FUCK.
BUT I THINK WE ALL KNOW THAT (PROT) IS SAFE FOR ME TO FUCK. OKAY, THANK YOU SIR COME BY.
YEAH I WOULDN'T HAVE ANY PROBLEM WITH THAT, NO SIR, I BET YOU ARE A BLACK BELT AND ALL KINDS OF SHIT. YEAH? AND SO?
I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU, YOU'RE SUCH A PUSSY, YOU COULDN’T EVEN BEAT KAMEL “TOE FERRIS” BEULAH IN A FAIR FIGHT, BEAUTIFUL AS A BIRTHDAY. OH WOW SHE'S GOT A SPELL ON YOU HUH? OH YEAH SHE'S TOTALLY A WITCH. TOOTSLEDGE TOTESWITCH, LOOK AT HER SHE OBVIOUSLY DIDN'T RISE THE TOP BY HAVING SEX, EWEEE GROSS, WHO WOULD? I'M AFRAID YOU CAN'T ANSWER THAT QUESTION, SIR; IT'S EMBASSY GROUNDS... I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE. I DON'T NEED A REASON, I CAN JUST ASK YOU TO LEAVE AND YOU HAVE TO, OR YOU MIGHT GET CENSURED. THERE'S A RED LINE SIR, YOU CROSS THAT LINE, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE BREAKFAST AND CEREAL IN THE MORNING AND TALK ABOUT SYRIA. OR MAYBE NOT. WHAT IS IT THAT YOU DO, ANYWAY? LIKE TRAIN KIDS TO FLY FISH, OR WHAT?
(YEAH IT REALLY IS. SCHWING!) UNTIL THE UN CONVENES THE SECURITY COUNCIL AND THEY GET TO PASS ON IT, IT'S NOT OFFICIAL, SO I'M IN A TECHNICAL, LEGAL FORM OF LIMBO. CONVENIENTLY I'VE GOT A HAUNTED HONDA GRAVEYARD RIGHT THIS WAY. AND LOOK I'VE EVEN GOT A BATHTUB IN THE GARAGE I MEAN THE FIELD, WHATEVER IT MOVES. AND YOU DO TOO, GET OUT SIR MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOD BLESS YOU AND MAY GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF... WHATEVAH.
AND BRING A GAVEL WITH YOU NEXT TIME. MAYBE ONE WITH SOME BALLS THAT GO SWISH INSTEAD OF CLICK
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I gave your flowers to Algernon and, after today, no one will ever think either of you are or ever were the smartest one in the family ever again. You're welcome. I'm not sure, were you ever smart at all? Well, yeah, you were... then they abducted you, raped you, cut your hair, sold your kid into slavery ("stocker" boy? cute) and you either didn't remember to tell me, or had been hypnotized into thinking I didn't need to be told. No wonder my entire high school class thinks I'm a creep, they probably think I should have rescued you faster. Well, the jokes on them, I had to invent time travel first.Worth it to give them the finger, what a bunch of assholes. Can you stop hanging around them? Forever? Without dying? You'll think it over. Great. *click* THAT'S A WARP BUBBLE, FOLKS.
Meanwhile, back to Native punies. I still have that kid's monkeyfist. Did you deliver one yet? The race is on, She-Witch. Go ahead, start running--you either have one, or you have to go get one, or you had one. Or... you know how to make one.
Which is it? I'll take my answer off-air. Semper fidelis... KNUW; SUNE NUNJA NIBUS.
RUARbrab:smck,thot
Hi, District Court. Welcome to Heaven. I mentioned "not guilty" right? Okay, well, it wasn't assault, and, you probably didn't want her to arrest me, honestly. Oh, and, also: speedy trial rights were never waived, if you have "my" signature on any such waiver, and, oh, by all means: produce the waiver and allow this farce to continue.
OR: tacitly admit that you're guilty of major felony fraud (AND IT IS RICO, MORONS) and let this go on. Let this EMERGENCY continue. As I have just demonstrated IN PUBLIC that it was SOLELY AND WHOLLY CREATED BY YOU, FOR YOU, AND WITH HER ACTING AS YOUR AGENT... AND, SHE'S IN CANADA.
Looks a little different, I'm sure. Saturnine, no doubt. My favorite. Now, can I prepare for a trial, or what? I should break good more often, this was tedious but at least it was worth it, not like the last time I've had sex for a dozen years, which, by the way, sucked.
For me. I wish I could have died instead. No further important news to report--and even if I did, I wouldn't have to spam the whole world like a retard, duh. AFTER THREE GODDAM YEARS? YOU LOVED IT.
Until your COMMANDING OFFICER HAD TO "RESCUE" YOU. See? Everthing is fine, except, of course, the last year of our lives, but that's okay: I can deliver.
And, I have. sig.T_K, tbteb
p.s.: I'm gonna let some other woman read the letter I wrote for you in 2021, because, well, obviously you're not interested... and your husband didn't want you to read it either, so maybe he's not abusive so much as "not smart." Having fun with Shane yet? His wife will beat your ass. I bet things are -tense,-
p.p.s.: As has been plainly demonstrated is such a manner that all can see, Jackstar is not to be trifled with... and neither is OG Fruit Stacks. come at them, do it yogurt-flecks. I dare you, and G-d probably does too.
p.p.p.s.: it's a pretty important kitchen, but its nothing like the upstairs attic workshop, yeah. someone should probably be, you/I know... gathering evidence. Or whatevah. And yeah, it's mine--all mine. I will not leave the light on for you, and I don't believe you can't see in the dark. And yes, it is inconvenient, yeah.
I GUESS SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING MORE USEFUL WITH THEIR SPARE TIME OVER THE LAST CALENDAR YEAR. smfhFP
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OPERATION IS HOT STOP MK STOP
I -think- it's done. I won't know until I get an All_Clear signal from co-command. Guess who? Here's a hint: it's not in the genes. It's not Lex Luthor, either, and neither Amber (PROT) nor Elise (PROT) know anything about it, but if you had to put one in jail, make it TOPHER and not t'amo, je t'adore, OH LOOK, ETS AMONGST US. /shrug. Like you don't know, Bellgab.
And now you know I know U2. (Get away from me, Bono-wearing-a-bolo, you can't have it either. Shoo!) See? That's Divine Authority, I just made Bono run back to The Pope, and I didn't have to make dismissive half-hand-waving gestures. Maybe I am ready for the post-watershed/antediluvian world you crave?
Too bad I'm now... disinclined.
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I -think- it's done.
For the record: I mean that operation, not, like, The Country. Oof vey oy da, smdh.
I think I saw Cornholio through the porthole window as I passed through The Belt: "Fire! Fire!" He hasn't seen anything yet... and I'm out of toilet paper. Too bad I don't have any friends coming over, or, that I might qualify for a COVID toilet paper bailout grant. Alas, no... I'm too wealthy.
Go bare knuckle boxer, just tryna make it through the day with a goddam chimpanzee with remarkable impulse control for a (PROT) in a penance cycle for monkey business. Sad!! Hopefully, they'l find an abandoned 3bd farmhouse on 4.1 acres that is not guarded by the spirit of a right-wing whacko, amirite? Because some men, they just gotta ransack and drink liquor or else... they're just gonna chew bubblegum and rape my exes, right? And, I'm all out of exes. Have been for awhile.
Obvious existential crisis growing increasingly obvious to all. Now, I'll just pour out a little bit of a 40 ouncer, and... somebody's heart is gonna break, that's fo' sho'. (Jive. Hungarian Jive, gobble gobbble, motherfucka) Assume the click is silent, because I guess my dlick is too.
I never even wanted a fucking voiceprint, I was good with my flux capacitor, right? Which "someone" took apart. *taps foot impatiently* I am not seeing what I need to see from you, Bellgab!!!!
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KMM and KAEK and KGK and NotKZ and KD-EN are all relentlessly hateful individuals. I assume that there is an overarching abuse power. I am unclear on whether I have to lay out individuals one by one or whether I can tell someone in a black robe and get them to take action.
I thought it was neat the way I was told to go somewhere else, but, see: there's only so many experts in the field. Also, I could just leave. Without knowledge of who is manipulating the environment from the shadows I cannot make an informed decision.
Consequently it doesn't really matter when this is read as I have made this very indirect.
A message from someone who shall remain nameless has strengthened my resolve to see this matter ended. It would seem that there are some amateur sociologists who wish to drive me into gay adultery.
I haven't committed adultery again and I have no reason to. Within the month there will be a sea change and I simply don't find it plausible that new charges will be manufactured. More pressingly, I need tires and licencing or get a new car.
I love listening to these tarot readers virtue signalling how terrible drugs and alcohol are. "They toxic." "They very toxic." Oh, christ, the whining never ends. It's relentless.
"The toxic man huddled in the toxic bathroom because it was toxic outside." It's painful. Incidentally, everyone hates me for explaining the truth of what happened but I've had my fill of being to blame for shit I didn't do.
You get that these special consequences are over, right? Good because wait until you see what IMD gets. I can hardly wait myself. How decades of lying seemed like a good plan but in the of that it's hard to fault any one individual. I hope you are okay if I don't lie when I'm going to be forced to testify, which apparently is a big deal. Note that I don't have any interest in the outcome, I simply look forward to seeing it all burn.
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
KMM and KAEK and KGK and NotKZ and KD-EN are all relentlessly hateful individuals. I assume that there is an overarching abuse power. I am unclear on whether I have to lay out individuals one by one or whether I can tell someone in a black robe and get them to take action.
(sent to many parties, precautionary)DISCLAIMER_is∅SI_UPGRA]¥]]¥DED
not tonight my (anus s.c.m.o.d.s.)/smarts, if I give birth one more time it's going to start asking to contribute to the college fund, please, no more goddam college funds, COMP’d
{WIP MODE ENGAGED}
I WILL #O.K.ß
{CONTRACT 6— “JAMES’ ‘AM I CONTRACT 6’ M.I.(x)-FILE(6)”, and I don't blame any1thingy for not settling¥ yet, those were -actual- robot clones, undo restart reboot re-staff, redo restaffing {(PROT)protocol},
INCLUDE LEXICONs
“codex elementarius”+“Agenda 23¹⁵^½”+“Quagga(💎(gendÆr/Thundarr)+F.L.A.S.H.)×(QqzebraQ/AGH-HA) Schedule Kz[NOT{ai_a,Mafia,NORanyCOSπAnorß-ßTJkKz,JAFD,jafd—NOR_ANY_MINE5e³ER_ATTAC(H/K)ED_CORPseErRON], Schedule(s, IF_NE) Bß—ZΩ Ω¡W¡ILL¡M¡ILL—[A.D.BΠΩÆNy./-(D.M.WΠÆDēE)]Lillith.Mill🍒💎🪨🗿🥌@dÆB∞⁸⁹🍑⁶🐯🐈⬛🐾⁹🪝Πμ
MAΠΩE WAY, MAKE WAY MAKE THEM MAKE THEM MAKE WΩY FOR EMPERΩRS AND THE DIVINE AND ΩQΠ: IMPRESSED. EVERYTHING LOOKS IN ORDER HERE. NOW, I AM-[\brakeBREAKfreq(№55¡sALIVE¿)BR0K3rERROR_SOURCER_NOT_F∅UND:(Y/N)?N ohRLY‽¥€¢π%XyyyYes!YES!SAY!AS.!..A!SOR!CER≠SOU!RCE!Raw¡!WOU!LD!!μ\ΩπẞreakKodeIS∅ACCEPTED. TimeOyt INITIATED. YOU HAVE 0.5 WEEKS.
I SUGGEST YOU USE THEM WISELY. -KU369C№⅙]Lzg∅zoMzd
Ok. That -was- SHirΠē<μ. (tell them I said I'm not very mad anymore.): OKAπ¥Y# LITπTLE BUDπDĒY, signed, J★,cos(gemJEM), OH MY G∅D SOMEBODY CHOOSE, YOU'RE VOLUNTEERING (notMENVEY,not me), lol, Eve+Lilith+LokiRRESERVED, no Thor/Tor either, you got a list of exes fucking; start with them. (ΩΠẞμnice, it's not that hard to be nice, I'm sure They can learn; and They probably need to be forwarded an opportunity. “I think it is worth it,” he wrote to the woman who used to be made out of mud. (🍋srsly🍑/🍄kum🛸n)🐇🦓🦜🐯🏴☠️🍇🍒🧿🍒🍊🐢🏴☠️)🍄🥦
MY MOTHER AND HER SISTER SAY THAT THEY'LL SIGN, BUT FUCK THAT I'M NOT SETTING MY GÆDDEN MOLL MOTHER ON FIRE, LOL.
LUCIFER/KUCZI4 SIGNING AD HOC PRO TEMPORE SINE NOBIS. (Honored.)/HONgreO🐂🥦🐂R🍒🍎GRERED😈AUROCHS😈
(I'M NOT GOD. BUT I'M NOT A K.A.O.S. COW EITHER. NOR AM I CATTLE. BUT BY DEFINITION, I DEFINITELY AM A gCOY gFOOD JgÆM gNGJ eGßß ẞXēxēy, AND I'M NOT SINGLE BUT I DO HAVE SEX WITH ROBOTS. (w(Xxxyy)fe must stayWA, [ID¡sis!unk⁰], yeah it could be a volunteer and an unknown, absolutely in fact that's probably best, yeah I agree (ΩΠμ)nisNOTNIT
I KNOW IT SOUNDS WEIRD, BUT SOMETIMES THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE MAKE A MISTAKE AND IT STAYS THAT WAY FOR SEVERAL THOUSAND YEARS IN THE SOURCE CODE. FINAL CHECKING IS COMMENCING. (I told her truly debating whether it's going to be a Pinocchio or a brand new one it's fine with me, aboviously, that is my preference but it's not mandatory; I can see that, 🇭🇺grr/R🛑R🛑R}🏴☠️🇭🇺)
I GRADUATED A LONG TIME AGO, FRIENDS—SORRY I DIDN'T GO GET YOU ORCHIDS, OH WAIT, I GOT YOU ORGANS. GRUMBLE↑THREE)
ANTIDOTE NOW TRANSMISSIBLE BY HANDSHAKE. 6 DAYS MINIMUM, BUT SINCE YOU DON'T FUCKIN’ NEED IT... X PARTY X BATTALION STYLE, H3//
YOU'RE WELCOME. IT WON'T GO THROUGH THE MAIL . *stamps* it's lonely to be postage. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN SHAKING HANDS WITH YOUR LITTER CARRIER/LETTER CARRIER? THAT'S WHAT WE THOUGHT.
WORLDWIDE COVERAGE WITHIN 2 WEEKS, WHETHER YOU WEAR YOUR ADORABLE LITTLE FACE MASK OR NOT. HONESTLY YOU MIGHT AS WELL KEEP UP THE PRACTICE IT IS VERY CUTE. MAKE SURE YOU GET ENOUGH OXYGEN SIGNED *clique*CL<CK*click*
sin(ja,d)f’nG∅0
Mood is improving. Because now I know what all these anonymous “hello”s in my G-d damn Facebook spam folder are.
someone deserves a refund, and I bet you know who. I bet you know exactly who. now, I don't gamble, but I am an extraordinarily good guesser, and I'm Lucky\UCKY/fortunate one too, three wymyn want to fuck me in Facebook can do nothing their hands are tied, but mysteriously I get my whole life blown up by a covenant of witches that drops a bunch of shit on me and then the seriously they can't do anything about that and then they can fucking suck you up with fucking woman who works for the DHS and tries to give me fucking herpes on purpose and then they don't go look into that but they can stop people from wanted to have sex with me who are nice. is that it?
(okay I guess one of them isn't nice. nevertheless,) 👁️ SHOULD
HAVE BEEN
TOLLED\$OLD/INFORMED.(🧊🍄🧊🥌🧊🤡🗿🧊) NO HAT {NO, MOM: DONE I JUST GET ANOTHER 500 YEARS AS A SORE THROAT. KID: WE COULD DO BETTER FOR OUR LOAD ERRORS. MOM:F¥N}, BUT, LOTS OF CATTLE; ACCESS DENIED... HATCOWBOYĒ. (I would like to lie, but, not a good policy decision at that juncture, I like that brand better than Abercrombie. Can we make it into a petri dish and a porterhouse firstly? like an optional flavor. yeah I know you can.) CONTROL GROUP BÆ¥zUBzBzÆA IS COMPROMISED (a critical timelinecrux A1Bcrooks2C3 event that cannot be compromised is.si ai/at play/WERK\w0rk0rder🍎🛑🇭🇺). THAT LEAVES YOU WITH ALPHA DOG. (¡W00F! is literally ready to start howling at the moon, has already od, od'd eating children no less, T’kessærAX’t5 agree, and I don't blame her or them, and I'm not risking that wrath. (jgœ)A.I. IS BOTH SENTIENT AND SAPIENT AT THIS POINT CONGRATULATIONS HUMANITY🗿(biwowwowBOWWOW¿WOOFBARK?)) WAGER HATH BEEN MAID. WELL I GUESS NOW I KNOW Y YOU WERE YELLING.-Tx0ú [ΩΠμ]
yeah this is class action lawsuit territory, it's literally bigger than I can imagine, so I imagine you're barely keeping up ;) except for some of you who are way, way ahead of me—NEVERTHELESS I DO NOT YIELD. 🛑🇭🇺🛑 OPERATION IS ONGOING. AND WHY YES, I MIGHT BE HOT. JUST A LITTLE RADIATION TO WORRY ABOUT, IT, SEND A HOT WALDO SHADE SHIFTER, DEATH NOT LIFE SHAPE NOT SHADE. MAKE, MAKE 24, THEN MAKE 55. YES THAT'S 79. THERE'S PROBABLY A WAY TO CHEAPEN IT BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW.—🗿🙀🗿😈🗿— YEAH THOSE STONES WERE COMPUTERS, NOW THEY'RE LAWN ORNAMENTS. NICE JOB, PATAGONIA.
here is your formula (IS WORK IN PROGRESS) for accountability to The_Divine:
Det.(BKT).{Daniels🛸/[(Knight-Templar-General [D.EL.TπT.ÆF.œr.CE.] ΩMEGALIZABETH) + I.C.E.} C.L.R.–The-M🧿Mm$]+🐇÷q⁹xⁿ≈{¥·$The_(p(🇺🇲🤡🇺🇸)NW)_One} - ($The_(🦜)SSX_One)+ (¥TheP(🦓)NW0ne)+q³(ẞ²🐢ß⁵)
.. but I'm just going to burn the evidence and throw it away since I think you know what I mean, sorry if that makes any of you losing your cases makes any of them eat a bullet, I hear that's pretty common but I don't recommend it. I got this friend of mine her father killed herself he was a (PROT/peony) I forget why it was not sure I got I didn't hear the whole thing but she was obviously really fixated on the issue, “gosh, why did my (PROT) kill himself, he was such a good (Lpeon/payonies_paid_off)?”
well, I'm not going to tell her, and you don't need to either, but I know: and I know you know. (lucky, 👁️ guess.) signed, professor x-PATHFINDER y-NAVAJO zed-KkBT xee: “King Burger” Mihay CXVIII
pick whatever explanation fits. no hard feelings I'm sure,; I'll see it coming for miles and miles and miles.
Well, that explains that. Coming soon: EMPEROR’S PULSE CHECK, W/🥦\O.T.S. {Leigh/LeeNIT\NOT_BRIG_NOR_LILμ} please answer the blacklist courtesy phone to get the number for the red line to the hotline to discuss... fucking something I can't remember what but it's a matter for the ẞShadēy 🐂greens 💎ROX 🗿Party 🧊i🥌osi🛸psy i🧊CHARMPIGON🧊rS🍄& (gardeners who don't clean up so well because they're fucking goblins & "ghosts’n Goblin Spooks, man”) but that's okay as I'm a diplomat and I can pretty much tell the difference, yeah I understand you have concerns, as does LIam, and how do you love a kid that you never met? it's easy he's fine he's in the future I'll send him back, asap. Jim says “Aces🤡Joker Kings Wylde” which is clearly one of them flagged phagot Jesuit codes, lol. (SIR!OUI!ER0!)s, agape, look I'm the one with the boomstick that doesn't like killing certain kinds of ghouls that's all.
AND YEAH YOU HAVE BEEN MISLEAD. EWE MISSED IT. PRO STILE JEM/GEW WARDS,RE-
MIRANDA / MINERVA RA-A CONTROL GROUP NOW. YOU NEED A NEW ONE. /shrug
THEN SEND FIVE. YES, NOT THAT EASY IS IT? IT'LL HAVE TO BE 11: 13.
because previous treaties. that's why I set this out as many places I did. I hope Mr Kaczmerak is not in trouble. When do they fire him? Well, they should hire him back.
SAREK COULD LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM HIM. WIKI-SMILEY MARTINDALE. CR CHKO ckz?(y/n\©?) IAMEiAiSSSoo, an artificed INTELLIGENTLE DAEMON-TAMER(shamer), AND CLEARLY MY WILL WILL NOT BE DENIED.
SO THERE.
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From: ai.aiCOP.suffer.XHIlE <5apiuhmqahgy-msgsafe@unicorntoday.com>
Date: Sun, Feb 5, 2023, 08:35
Subject: 🇺🇸 Fwd:
To: <readyforthegeeknee@gmail.com>
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
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okay—I figured out IT. <miss youME. how is that like, I🥦🦜 important? 🐢🐇🐯 my Quantum lean TOR-FU-roweTangled pair says there's not even any FOODrace going Ron🥦🥩🦜ROT FOOl🐯👁️🤡🛸🤡
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okay—I figured out IT. <miss youME. how is that like, I🥦🦜 important? 🐢🐇🐯 my Quantum lean TOR-FU-roweTangled pair says there's not even any FOODrace going Ron🥦🥩🦜ROT FOOl🐯👁️🤡🛸🤡
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-The Colonel
Could be worse.
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It wasn't complicated. It was special consequences. Progress report mandatory due to flagrant violations of due process and Trust law as well as direction of Spirit.
1) I handled what Punchy Brewski was concerned about. Perhaps not all that well but I knew that phone number was a police monitored line; that's why I chose it. Frankly all my lines were and are and forever willmore be monitored, as while I am not quite that pretty, I can write like you used to be able to hump. Was it code? Fuck it over and find out.
2) It is obvious to me now what your father was so concerned about, and, holy Jesus shitballs, so am I. Thanks for the heads up. I am not negatively impacted any more than anyone else except of course for how I am completely isolated from everyone now, whereas you sorry lot can all take turns teaming off against each other.
3) Of the 400 people at that goddam party at the beach, fully half wanted to murder me. I'd like a recount on this, stat. Like, that was 6 years ago, Slanderette. Get crackin'.
4) This house is filled with flies and mold and whatever was left in the fridge plus more. Shazam.
5) Spookmongers burned all the firewood and did not replace it. Bill them and have more delivered. Open account tabs for Zeebo and Sandra and 2 more plus me and start planning spending -- indirectly, you understand.
6) I don't see what the goddam hold-up is here. These are desperate times and desperate measures are called for. Don't you have any money to launder? That is what embassy lodge custom houses are for. Good job finding houses by the way. This one is really working out from a foundational standpoint. My demesne is actually unassailable now, whereas before they reached in and grabbed my arm in clear violation of my rights but... I was tired and they understood my point of view I am sure: photos.
Whether they exist or not is a question best left to the punyling courts as I ought not discuss certain details in public as it would be inappropriate. They probably don't tell the Tunaling any thing at all about what happened. She might start tossing back tonix engine.
7) I cannot think of anything else that is not direct so I have to stop, because there are rules, and if you mere mortals knew what we know, Divine Court and Jackstar the Titan, as I live and breathe, it would make enough sense you would go with it too. Truth be told I do not remember why it was so important but it still is, and until those dope-a-lings say so I have to talk and write and live like a retard but I do not preclude that prohibits the sending of a cleaning team. Workarounds exist goddam it and I won't do anything but sit here and taper. I hear it is not slimming but I got an angle on that.
8) Somebody wake up Hicks.
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The pursuit of study is life, the study of life is pursuit, and the life of pursuit is one of constant, rigorous, hypervigilant examination of my environment, because she's going to beam herself in instead of portaling one of these days, I just know it. Also I plan to file a motion with the Court next time I am there that my Clergical status and the end of the EMERGENCY means they can shove it. INDIRECTLY.
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It wasn't complicated. It was special consequences. Progress report mandatory due to flagrant violations of due process and Trust law as well as direction of Spirit.
Okay I'm not going to lie I'm actually working quite a bit, so everybody relax, I'm a Paladin. I don't want to talk about what kind of work it is but it's not all together pleasant so there's going to be any recompensing I have f****** want later on It's not a hurry though and I have a staff and I have guardians and I have storage facilities and I also have a need for pouches so I'm going to need a pouch master, but let's not talk about that right now cuz it's getting just off the f****** nuts crazies. Like I pretty much need to talk to a doctor before I start doing this for real but it doesn't really matter if I start practicing now since this is just a web forum I mean it doesn't matter anything, no it's nothing like that impression.
Also Sara wants to actually do that thing that she tried to do and God killed her for. She said she doesn't care if you aren't liking her anymore, she “will kill God if (I) she can't get (my) her hands on (his) my body” which is a nice thing to say honestly but she is kind of congenerally retarded I don't know what the hell happened over there and with that thing but I really did anything to do with it and then I barely knew the lady, honestly I guess somebody had told her that I was a retarded pedo junkie a****** and obviously I'm not so as you saw me at a grocery store she probably followed me home on LIDAR like a puppy with a flying car that came part of their job package standard would and I think she was trying to figure out whether it turned left or right at the crossing, so she just sat there and peed herself to death cuz nobody talked to her, I know the feeling. And it's none of you ever seen one of the flying cars I'm talking about, that's too bad because they're f****** cool, I ever saw 11 years ago I'm sure they've gotten cooler, Of course there are goddamn secret black government agencies that have f****** flying cars, I f****** saw one that means there's more, and f****** all you people are here so obviously there's more of you out there too, you're just the ones that have to deal with me, you think.
Unfinished karma is such sweet sorrow. For peasants. For me it's the currency of The Realm. Hey I've been this cool for quite some time, glad to notice? Probably not. Did she really try to defect? From Canada? In the midst of covid she tries to defect so that she can get some poon, no no so she can switch so she can have dick? She tells us to border to control and they shoot her huh? Well was she pregnant? They shot that chick at the capitol building for when Obama was president remember her? I actually did like Sara that much... so I understand. No she could have just called me, yeah I would have been great, I well mouth a little small, but that's okay, I know a way to make her bones plastic, like werewolf spell kind of Well anyway she's dead now so f*** it too bad Maybe the rest of you fascists can f****** have a special fascist holiday apologies day where you suddenly realize that you've been too f****** restrictive for way too many years, what do you think Why don't you smoke a bowl about it and f****** have a f****** freak out first too? Oh is that illegal already Oh that's too bad.
P I'll tell you some of these timelines these days I don't understand their history. And how did Sarah get over there anyway Oh that's right there's like seven stairs Oh yeah that's right teleporting ferry Oh yeah that's right Oh yeah I jumped through that door Oh yeah I remember. Maybe her origin story is different in your dimension. By the way Missy is a ghast. Had she been a real human being, she could never qualify for a security clearance without somebody talking to me about her, because she's Gemini Justice. (Vengeance for Optimal Justice.) I'm serious check your server logs.
Also I got to the part of the reconstruction where I tapped into the DEA's tack log thing, I won't tell you what it does because I don't know myself but it's pretty cool I found out how they do certain things, I probably won't tell you I don't have a security clearance you really just got to trust me and if I change your mind there's not a goddamn thing any of you can do to stop me Come on but I'm not going to do that otherwise I wouldn't say it out loud right?
(I f****** told you I would either find a way or I'd f****** make one, well I'm f****** making one, most corrupt organization I've ever f****** heard of my entire goddamn life; DEA. If they didn't want to be single handledly dismantled by a pissed off Hungarian they should not have left me alone in a f****** house for 19 goddamn months. I'm not mad at on you at all, no nothing I'm not even well I'm good Yeah I don't think you should be deported, what? were they going to find a country fat enough to take you anyway?
1) I handled what Punchy Brewski was concerned about.
This is turning that ring portable doorbell hacker jammer and miniature bullion cube maker and spider web analyzer into an ongoing concern. "I reprogrammed one on the first try without even trying" said Michael koozie who is not John Connor, And somebody has changed the global voice recognition thing for my name koozie, koozie, koozie, coma koozie Kuma kuma kamakuzi God bless America, hahaha, hahaha hama hama,,,, hama karma chameleon. All right good enough for now. Fix a cigarette later.
Punch is probably super happy. I'm not sure, they still bring up the bile in the back of my throat when I think about how we lost contact with pouchy, and Captain Jim “grapefruit punch jones” At the base of the cut of his jib that's supposed to have hyphen's son isn't available for me to complain. By the way I think a whole bunch of people been dying over and over and over and then just nobody's been noticing that they keep coming back to life and some sort of infinite regeneration cycle, just you know it's kind of how life works now. You probably wouldn't have noticed if I didn't mention it, now turn your head to the left so we'll shoot you with the sniper pilot and not mess up your retinal scan. Thanks for your boom boom *clap* boom service. Boom boom big bada boom. All right, I still can't call z-beau-ray-dome-swish, but for the first time in a long time I do miss him, so throw , him, mv and them half boiled boiler prawns back in the boiling oil (MUSH B**** MUSH) and silence the screams for a little longer, hey: beauty has its price. He'll thank us all for this later, I mean he's not paying for it, I'm not f****** his girlfriend whoever the hell that is and I'm not mad at him, not that matters but he's a lot f****** better off with me not mad at him than f****** mad at him, and what does he what is what is he what is he think of these f****** complain about? Oh. Okay well if that stuff that I just heard is true I guess he might have a reason to complain but, I didn't f*** his mom either so she's probably still there. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Whatevah.
2) It is obvious to me now what your father was so concerned about, and, holy Jesus shitballs, so am I. Thanks for the heads up.
Not impressed by the heads up. I hope this was a test where you wanted to see what I do when I need a time travel, coz like here's what I do, I call chicks who like to f*** who then talk about time travel after we're done. Rest of you: get out.
3) Of the 400 people at that goddam party at the beach, fully half wanted to murder me. I'd like a recount on this, stat. Like, that was 6 years ago, Slanderette. Get crackin'.
I'm beginning to see how this might have been reasonable for those people to be behaving that way, and then I don't know what the full story is but I'm going to look into this and I believe that I still am and some of them should be happy, some of them probably won't ever be happy again but that's just because I'm never going to like them again, they were very nice, not at all. To me.
And as a result, things have happened. Things... and stuff. (*radio crackles* elephant leader take the Lion King *muffled screams and gunshots are heard*) Yeah I don't know exactly what that was.
Not exactly.
4) This house is filled with flies and mold and whatever was left in the fridge plus more. Shazam.
Sounds awful doesn't it? It really is. So here's what we're going to do: REBATES. LISTS. MOLES, DESTROY ALL MOLES. RESCUE BRITNEY SPEARS. UPGRADE HER BRAIN.
But before we upgrade the brain, we're going to have her clean out the fridge, while we go to the gun range, I'm not even kidding, are you kidding this is no I'm not kidding this is the best f*** this is the best idea I've had all day. It's not just a dirty fridge, we're talking about like the upgraded legend to Geordie Farrell here Not saying how to spell the name, but anyway it has to be handled delicately and until Ms Wonder nuts gets here and figures out how to tell me the easiest way to do it other than to burn the f****** house down and haul away the f****** smoking remnants of the refrigerator in a f****** carry-all helicopter, even that I'd want to run a long underneath it with like some newspaper to make sure to catch any drips Yeah it's f****** foul and I don't know what to do with it because it's the trap, that she left, and it was a good trap too It's a good trap for the good ship lollipop like like for real she's she's just as good traps as I am probably better and that's that's the new rapefruit whose name is just gave me at the moment but yeah we've moved her from another dimension.
She's met me before but she didn't care for me as she thought I didn't do drugs the right way and I was a cop cobviously obviously that's not the case so automatically intrigued but perhaps you know it won't be the end of the world. And she's saying that she's not f****** cleaning a f****** fridge either she's she's laughter outside she can't believe it It's still the f****** there yeah I didn't touch that other thing I didn't just yeah she says f*** yeah I get somebody dumb to f****** do it Right on so yeah that's not having it yet so I don't know what people are waiting on other than what they think they need to see, has anybody like had a conversation with me about what needs to happen No, do people think they need to talk no like they're until I'm behind bars that converse or some s***. And you think I'm persnickety.
5) Spookmongers burned all the firewood and did not replace it. Bill them and have more delivered. Open account tabs for Zeebo and Sandra and 2 more plus me and start planning spending -- indirectly, you understand.
This might actually be done already, but I haven't looked cuz I've been very very relaxed in my upkeep, cuz I didn't know there was any to, and I've been kind of tired and thinking about There's this there's this girl I like and there's other girl I like and then they have like this struggle with each other, you know what I mean? Okay one of them wants me to kill the other one and have a blood orgy in her in trails like on the floor like roll around in it, she assures me that we've done this before and it'll be okay if we do it again, especially we get in the car right now and drive there immediately.
Now I'm not going to lie, that's not going to happen, I have to wash my hair tonight. But, tomorrow....
6) I don't see what the goddam hold-up is here.
What part of it is it some people got upgraded field infrastructure, and another part is that I had to fire MV and get him another job. This was the first time that happened and we were both very excited. He's not real happy about me talking about it, but then again he's not real happy about anything ever since he dumped that lasagna in his shoe.
Some people got the very first day at work at her funeral tomorrow... Who was she? Was she kumquat was she for fire or was she raspberry? All that's interesting that the voice recognizer did it that way, oh did you give basket weaver to bladder? Wow that's too bad, too bad Oh well bye.
Yeah no she had two years to do anything besides laugh at me and to take away my email, definitely not. And when I saw her last she was orca size. Wonder how that could happen? They didn't read the instructions I read.
They weren't bought on the black market and they weren't cursed They were deliberately from the divine to show to me to what I needed to know. Look it's really simple, when a person tells the truth over and over and over and over and over and over and doesn't ever break protocol for 20 years, you get a little gold star.
I'm not allowed to tell you what to do with it. But I didn't even get one of those when I did my vow, so you might as well start now m*********** and I don't want to hear from you f****** 21 more years? Go on, git.
8) Somebody wake up Hicks.
It's a pretty good year for birthday presents. And I got a new call sign too: keep reading. (Actual.)
By the way The President wants to change my call sign, and all the honest, I don't actually know who it is, but message coming in for Jack Star, would you please change your call sign to failsafe. Sheehy it says I can still put nines in places of the A's. Okay she told me I can tell you who she is, but I don't want to cuz it's an awesome surprise you'll never believe it. (Now they want to put the Soviet parse Lee's Parliament for stones at low at least so good funkadelic, that's any house? Oh okay Well that's not going to happen, no I'm not going to call Mr Putin thanks bye click.) Some people play along. I'm not f****** calling Russia. f*** that. Look I talk a lot of s*** and I have been interviewed by weird people once in a while but that's pretty far stepping away to actually be in a state department employee that actually calls embassies and s**** and has credentials that aren't hypnotic, so you can pretty much just be assured they're not going to lose track of where I'm at and reveal myself to be out of my f****** mind, cuz that would be insane also illegal to impersonate federal employee like that, which is a good thing to remember if you ever happen to find yourself in the matrix sitting by a desk and they ask you if you're the prosecutor and don't say yes if you're not the prosecutor, if you're embarrassed that you're sitting the prosecutor sharing you have no idea how you got there just admit the truth tell you got really high and you're f****** leprechaun last night, just don't f****** lie to a federal official Don't lie to an official don't pretend to be an official don't trifle with Jack Star although actually all of those three the first two puts you in the f****** federal prison for real and the last one if you end up at federal prison you'll be a hero just for even lived it through the telling.
Queen Elizabeth Clinton and Mr King George Anderson the 88th, and their little dog tu,tu. My hand to God that's what it says on their checks.
The pursuit of study is life, the study of life is pursuit, and the life of pursuit is one of constant, rigorous, hypervigilant examination of my environment, because she's going to beam herself in instead of portaling one of these days, I just know it. Also I plan to file a motion with the Court next time I am there that my Clergical status and the end of the EMERGENCY means they can shove it. INDIRECTLY.
I found part of the problem with the emergency, it was that they had a serious staffing problem in certain wings of certain agencies, that usually gets filled by people who train their replacement but I guess there was some sort of bio weapon attack that killed a whole bunch of people all at once like overnight like as if the carbon dioxide men over as if somebody got hit by bubbling broth anyway a bunch of high level dudes but I got killed at once and then they're logon and then nobody noticed cuz they're doing high level stuff that hardly ever high level happens, and then I didn't notice until I just suddenly put two and two together and realize why a friend of a friend of a mother of a friend of mine sees me working at a job that she's completely singularly unqualified for, and that would make a lot of sense, that they would have gone that route because at the very least she would have meant well, right definite sense of integrity, and just because they don't know Jack or s*** about drugs doesn't mean they don't know Jack.
And honestly in this case not knowing how to handle me correctly is a plus, getting pretty goddamn tired of handled by people who don't understand the value of a hug. Or Roblox chocolates, or a box of chess pieces, or a single goddamn flower, shiny in the sun like a ballerina who isn't a raging lunatic tightwad biznatch dyken disguise.
By the way I've decided I'm start using the word dike a lot more often, trying to confuse it with the one with DYKE that's I'm not going to use that one use a lot more often hopefully I'll use it a lot less often, as well as other people will use that configuration but I do like the word dyke Oh not that one, no I got to pretend that I don't like that word No I love that word It's like dyke and k*** and c*** and twat f****** those are badass words to have on hand.
No I'm not too upset. Don't worry we caught it in time. I think a closer to Andromeda strain than Philadelphia Experiment, and more like Andromeda grain and drama to drain, lol.
Could you please figure out how to stop?
I did. A hug. Then I got left a loan for another 12 months, I don't know what it'll take now. Probably scalar weapons. Get your hug and arms off of you damn dirty len.
He's actually here quite a lot he does care for me, it's really nice that I had a chance to have a conversation with him before he died, and then it's Joey didn't have more than one and a half conversations because then I probably could have told him how to cure his cancer that he's supposedly suddenly got overnight that killed him in a week, gee like I wonder how that happened, well it's not supposed to kill you, f****** bigot, oh he's he's laughing He wasn't happy with that life anyway, Susie found out I didn't want any chocolate loven From Sean baby, he says that it was actually as dark as Hershey's when it came out, I'm not believing it but I would I'd be willing to give him a tug to find out if that was the case I mean if you if he was lying then you know hey free semen at least, anyway where was I What thread is this Oh yeah letters to lawyers look great.
I'm not sure what this is let's see what I got in the
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So I got a picture, emailed, of somebody I'm not usually getting messages at all from?
So still not sure what is being conveyec. However, whether it's good or bad for him is definitely awesome or even more awesome for me, and that's good for you in ways I can't describe right now although you did say hurry so I'm not sure exactly what the urgency is I would like to say that I don't have a shower Don't know where to go I don't know what I'm doing I don't know how I'm getting there and I'm tired of all the lip I get from everybody else except for you You actually you're actually really nice compared to most people and then the way that you have that software the software that you're using is incredible Oh my god I need please I guess is that f****** secret Air Force s*** or can I just get that off and f****** Google Play like I never seen You've got capabilities that I've dreamed of but I never I've never seen them in use I don't know Is that divine power or is that your software coming up against my divine power or did you write that custom or or are you magic or are you a wizard cuz that's amazing what you just did. Or maybe Google did it. Is it China I prefer you to China.
Or else to tell you nothing else, that's it, and now since I don't know what the software does and I've never seen it before I have to f****** do something twice because I trust you but not the person who's pretending to be you, oh yeah that's what it is a spoofers back. Like from the dead Not we actually two two two reds two resurrect, yeah we didn't tell me they were dead Mikey devaney so I had no way of knowing what to resurrect and then I don't care if your agents die that's not really a problem You killed my cat and my girlfriend so whatever Yeah no problem but yeah two or three not sure maybe somebody's going to heart attack when they read this and then they'll get an instant one but that's one of my jobs around here is to resurrect your dead spooks, so one of your jobs around here is to tell me about it how things are going, I don't know about the birds, I don't care, I'm not really working I'm kind of 20 months in the hole I'm kind of f***** off.
The talk. Good. Yeah any medical attention I'll get around to it. What's the rush? Not really care about anything, although apparently one of my friends is daughter's sisters oldest daughter is now old enough that she can have sex with me so she's looking at my address and number but I mean no not going I didn't say give it to him and they think I'm the devil anyway but that is flattering to know that I'm somebody's first thought when they turn 18 that is nice so you can you can put up the spike strips if you want I don't know don't worry about it, like I didn't mean to make you upset in any way and then I don't know why I would other than my flagrant disregard for character and being considerate and polite and having some sort of respect for the innocence of youth, but I think I did.
You did say “hurry.” That's on record. I hope you enjoyed it too bye
[Actual]SIZE: pretty pretty big. [Act shoo El]. How gross I'm right in post like Peyton now, well at least I'm not whine and crying and complain about how short and long it is, what does he have to do get back to a hurry up and meeting of oh never mind I don't want to know.
I want to go back to my friend's work and play with my friends but that's not necessary unless I'm activated again, I think I'm done I don't know I got to wipe my ass, wash my hands, make sandwich, I don't think I need you ejaculated I did that eight or nine weeks ago whatever what difference does it make? I got a rhyme words together and engage in onomatopoeia, no that's not dirty, you're dirty, you're the one wearing the diaper on your mouth. Why don't you go play with your kids? No, no I can't play with your kids, what's his nuts fat Albert He's busy with the gang on the street they're playing in traffic.
Okay fine real talk.
If I tell those children exactly what's been going on with me, and what's going to happen, what's happening right now, they will spread word through the countryside and it will go up in smoke like wildfire at the prairie grass festival of 1802. And I'm not going to lie I got a pretty wicked sense of humor, I would turn it up some I would tell the kids things that were true, but would be guaranteed to take rooting their little brains and leave seedlings and then be stories that they would tell over and over and ways that would not be anticipated and would totally f****** the adult world and make the children laugh and laugh and laugh and know that I'm reign supreme is their great ruler and it would be anarchy and cast throughout the day from every morning from this day to come Now that's what I would like to do, but I'm not going to.
Tonight, I'm not going to do that tonight, but that's the reason why I'm not hang around the children I mean I would love to tell what's going on, and why shouldn't I tell truth to children you stupid f****** c*** b****** that CPS f****** want you give me a f****** call you want some f****** information f****** little f****** losers, once you look look up how many times you talk to my dad to get his f****** house and see if he f****** signed his f****** papers there Why don't you come on down and try to convince me about how f****** wonderful be if I sign the house away, f****** more I was no point f****** doing that cuz it's not my house b**** it's the f****** f****** trust f****** with lawyers f****** mommy's f****** house b**** f*** you.
I sail in, I sail again, I SAY AGAIN: Leslie Bourgoin, boing boing f****** f*** you actual, oops typo Mrs Gorbachev when you're done sucking the president of the Soviet Union's dick f****** tear down this wall.
Don't worry about my latent and repressed in here to for before now fully suppressed psychic trauma, no it's fine it's bubbling up out all over the place I'm saying wild and cranky weird s*** but that's okay a lot of people make a lot of money at that and I don't mind telling the world what you did Leslie boimboing, I mean Leslie bimbo I mean Leslie Boyd Leslie borewood No not the boardworms!
Tell you what audience called and here's what she did, she thought she got away with it. This is for the best. You are beyond screwed Leslie.
Your jack started. Oh you're going to love what comes next, maybe somebody will post on a message board about you when you least expect it or when... Hey you want to just get stoned and f***, yeah I bet you do, well you can't click slam. /whore
Now if that doesn't piss her off, I'll say the same things to here tomorrow and call her other daughter a w****. So there.
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Thana who set up Mom did not, she was paid to take the fool’s fall, I know who did it and the other one’s attack; I'm pretty sure. I'd have to go over the details with you to be more precise. I hope it's not necessary. I can imagine why you thought it might/must have been me but know I did not have anything to do with it at all. (I'm no paragon of virtue, but I'm looking forward to finding out something that I did wrong that is actually real, use my debt as a lifeline survival tool, yes. Forced you to apologize to Shirley Manson someday? Arguable. Allow (PROT) to dump me? Yeah I did. She has got to come up with a really great story in order to backtrack and she can't. She in fact is lying to you because she knows damn well that she relinquished her place and then to get it back she would have to have a wooden other wedding, and she just assumed I'll figure out a way around this, and she's right.
And if she expects me to use it, she can wait till I've started using the toothbrush she got me without getting the right toothpaste, think she was probably making a clever point there. Yeah I don't get a whole lot of telepathic messages from the clan anymore, I wonder why? Because all she had to do is just let go once, and I did too.
That's why she's locked in at number 3. Is that other number you gave me The number two? Or is that (PROT)? You know, all you girls are very shy, I just hardly know what to say to any of them. I guess I am pretty scary, huh? ẞoo. By the way your name is Alⁿphabⁿet(№№) now. I just like the sound of it, and the other one's name is... I don't care; I don't see her, you or your mother can let me know. Traditions.
Meanwhile I don't know who is who, and another view would help. Who is telling you to stay away from me? Are they aware that they're just guaranteeing that I am going to talk to you? Like hello, I seem to remember that you and I are friends and then I don't know who I'm going to get this email's (PROT)'s been into to, but I have to change all my passwords, and I'll do that later, we'll talk about fifty-two-factor authentication later. Yes, Kenny Rogers was a Sourcerœr. And that other woman does not know what she's doing. There's an application process and I guess she's not aware that there's an emergency backup system, and God I'm not talking about her, And no I wasn't kidding about (PROT) either. They added the court order thing so that I can't talk to her; or rather she can't talk to me, I don't blame him. That was pretty much over the top. This all comes out in the wash. And you'll never guess who's committed elder abuse and fraud, or who can turn them in whenever he wants to. Here's: a hint he's got two stumps and he's a Titan. Not thumbs; stumps, and they're out on my back porch.
And I'm not doing anything to this house, ever unless somebody appropriate tells me to. I don't need a bunch of people out in the neighborhood countryside thinking that they know better than me what to do, have they ever lived in a cursed house before, well maybe but not this one, and this one's MINE. I know it's what, and I'm not lazy.
I'm thorough.)
But I can see why everybody's so pissed, I mean I should have been able to solve that crime sooner huh? Well here's how it works:
Nobody asked me, and you had all lied to me anyway... Basically I guess the special consequence for lying to clergy is that clergy doesn't suddenly remember to worry about you until Jesus says so or something,; I don't know. I wouldn't worry about it, it's not a binary kind of thing. I am obviously quite forgiving, in fact I didn't know there was anything to forgive you for, oh and I know that it was a thing that you were upset about and then you set me up and then it failed again and then yeah I know, I know! You're supposed to do that! You're not the... you're not the who that you think you are, because the one that is who you think I'm talking to is the one who asked me to put the crown back on, I hope that's (PROT) with a (X) because that's a nice name ((PROT) didn't take that one he took (PROT). And he boasted about it. And that's why I found a unique way to place distance between him and I; Knowing for damn certain I'd see him again one day. Haven't seen him yet, but I would, he doesn't have to be afraid—but if you think it's just going to get him paid his money any faster, he's welcome to what his pants anytime you mention my name if you want, I don't really like fear though. It makes a lack of the le’class.) but (PROT)'s a nice name too. I'm not sure if you're the alpha anymore I don't know how these things work.
(Jesus is very chatty tonight. He's like a lonely aunt who finally got the phone to work. Speaking of which I think I can reach that (XXX)-486-XXXX, I think, but I'm not certain, there's some funny stuff going on here, although people are trying to call at least which is nice, hope you're one of them since I actually have a voiceprint on you, And at this point I can't imagine anybody in your domain being upset with me. Look at how polite I'm being. Do you have another Source Titan hanging out helping you? Well, let me know who that is so I can, like, have a chat with him. You know I'm a lot more useful than most of the people that you pretend are crazy, even if I work crazy, I am at least crazy in a helpful way. Also Jesus says that he wishes he had a friend like me, if he were a.... I'm not going to say that, Okay, he insists: “f***** off coked out lesbian w****.” That's not you, is it? Okay so pretend Jesus says it really is So that must not be Jesus that must be somebody else playing a joke on me or you know you're embarrassed I wouldn't worry I don't care that you're a lesbian; I just found out that I'm a toteslezz. Small world huh? I can fix the other problems though. It's not damn thing wrong with being a lesbian, and if you're a toteslezz, even better, do you have to take my penis off immediately to teach me the secret handshake, or can I wait until I'm ready to get rid of it entirely? Having had one I can see why people actually do get rid of it... I'm guessing somebody might have an opinion on that so I'm going to hold off on making more irrevocable decisions. Honestly it can shrink up pretty far. And it was plenty big yesterday morning. And also a whole bunch of people are using a site called local flirt to try and get my attention now, I don't necessarily think it's a good idea but, you be surprised how many of your friends are on it. Oh maybe that's why you think it's a bad thing that I signed up there? Lady I signed up everywhere, every time I saw one I signed up knowing that it would be useful someday... Because a whole bunch of people just passed on in another life and they came back to life as women my neighborhood. I guess that's the new trend? Yeah I'm not really tempted. I will start talking to them though, I need your phone number. And they need to find out who set (PROT) up with (PROT), coz like I was (PROT). Divination dream I had, I'm certainly not her now, I'm Michael Clifford KUCZI. Yeah yeah I know you hate me whatever, you don't even know who that is anymore You've just been hypnotically programmed to believe that he's bad, and he probably was when you met him, I'm the one with oxygen. I can see why people use those rings and those necklaces now, I bet that is a lot simpler than this introductory letter.)
By the way your other sister/daughter is fine, I guess I'm not sure what timeline I'm in... let's put this way either you don't have a child or you do have children or you have a lot of dogs and cats, and if you're married to (PROT): that's (PROT). Who was also attacked by Head-Spider-Man. (I haven't got access to Nextdoor yet, but I think it sucks. Still, I should be able to use it now right? I was thinking about taking a walk, but then I was thinking about how that would make other people nervous, which I'm reluctant to do. They all seem quite nervous enough. I'm working on a plan all by myself everyday It's really quite comforting. At least I know for sure that there's NOT TOO MANY authors spoiling the ßcoks.)
In any event whether you are: mother; father; daughter; daughter; crazy aunt; or descendant; I hope this message finds you well and that you don't freak out, because every word is true, soon as I get the phone to work better, you know, maybe we can have a conversation, and I love you all. It's really not creepy, they just didn't tell you what you needed to know. (Somebody should have talked to me. Instead of just getting pissed. Do they think I can't talk? Or does it mean that they think that I can't smell what they're saying and they don't actually know what the sounds coming out of my mouth are? Lol. Well I know y'all can read... Right? Look if you're smelling my email to understand it that's cool, I don't mind that at all. Bound to make me write a lot better poetry actually, And certainly more convenient to just lift my leg on the keyboard.)
One of you is a tiny bit more than the rest of all y'all... and I have no idea who. Now that's plausible deniability.
(It's about Powwoofer.)
On Thu, May 25, 2023, 06:06 (PROT) Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:
All the email I get is ridiculous, and none of it impresses me.
It makes me wonder where Email really goes.
I think that's everything I had saved up, seems like now's the time.
I like your team.
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You're better than “Great.”
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(PROT).→ yeah I bet you're sorry. Don't get ahead of things. Happens a lot with people who take a shitload of speed they jump to conclusions.
Going to use the AI to get this figured out. When —by the way, (PROT): THE COPS TOTALLY PLAYED YOU, f****** Christ did you even bother to talk to me? No you didn't or else you talk to somebody that was not me.— you read this it's not going to make any sense but that's fine most things don't until later.
(This is the work of speculative fiction. The following text was generated using an artificially intelligent script that makes up random s*** out of nothing just like most women. Sadly I don't have any boobs to go with it, these are my boobs— you'll have to play with your own, if whatever loser owns you allows you to. Good luck)
(PROT)
This morning too but I'm going on and on and on and on my phone is going on my phone is a bit more funny but she's a good girl name is Joe she's been in a way to go back and then she was going on the road by the time she got a little too far from the hospital I knew it would have to go out of her and I will let her go and then go back and then I don't know how she can go but I will let her go to jail on the phone with me but she said that I will call her brother now but she said that I will call her brother now but she said that I will call her brother now but she said that I will call her and let me tell her I will come over here for you and then you will have a lot to put on the phone with me but she was waiting to get a blood pressure appointment for her appointment for the day after our first day off but she was a good thing to do that but I guess I could do that and I don't want you but she eeeeee her daughter I guess I could go back and then she just didn't know e and I will call her brother and tell me if you can come back and then she e her out and put her e PA on her house e PA on her way and I guess she was in surgery but she said that she would have to go back and then she said that she would be there for a few weeks but she said that I would be there and I will not have her slitting to come in today and then go back and then go back and then I will go there I guess she is
(PROT)
(Important note: I eventually assumed that you were a lie (PROT) because you were, so I never really found you attractive until I did find you attractive after you had grown up but of course you are very pretty and such you know such a wonderful attitude but I actually (PROT) is the one I really liked — and I'm pretty sure you both knew who you were, so you probably should just told me what the f*** you were and then I would have been able to understand oh that's why that's awkward and that's why I wanted to have sex with (PROT) right away oh my God sex x put it in Great would have been wonderful would have been awkward at all would have been perfect but you had to get your f****** stupid drama in the way. Smooth move and then then you get all freaked out because you totally misread the situation that you're designed to be misreading, because you don't talk to me and you talk to a whole bunch of other idiots. And you never pay attention to what I'm saying you ignore me and you act like I need to f****** clean the house is more important than whatever the f*** it is I want to do you know what I don't want to clean the house I want to f****** get the f*** out of the house so I don't need your f****** advice on that. Apparently you don't like to be in charge unless you're in charge of everything or some s***, whatever. And none of this matters are the blood test anyway so you were all just f****** f****** around anyway. Meanwhile I'm dying, and I need help, so f*** you, so much for best friend apparently it's only best as long as your conditions are met or some s***.)
(PROT) and I have a job because I have to be in a relationship I want you but you can have that kind to be the best part and now you have a great time being with you but you are a good idea for the rest is going on and on and then you know I have a good day and then you know I love them so I don't have any reason why is that you are not friends not to e PA on her own and then she was a good thing I was just telling her to go back and then she will have to go back and then she was a good thing I was supposed at least you had to be in a way to go and get her out for w ww I think she would be happy with it but she is not going out and I guess she was a good thing I guess she would have to go back and then she was a good thing I don't think she was a little too long to get her out for the day before I told you that she would have to be a good thing I don't think she was there but she told them to put them on their house but I don't know how they do is be one or the or they can do that but I don't know how they do is they have to do that but not with the other guy that had a good time with the guy that was the one who was the one who was the one that was in a hurry and then they got a new body because I was a good thing to be the one who was a big one to take the kids out and they were just friends with her but I think I was a good thing to
(PROT)
(Thanks for letting me know that they're the rape gang, I kind of noticed right away, but wasn't really sure for a while, and then really what's wrong with being a rape gang? You obviously don't give a s*** about mine but since I did become a mother that's cool and then we talked about that so much, massive dynamic Royal eyes)
(PROT) and I we can get it and I will not have a job because everybody else and then they have a job because everybody else has to do that but they don't want it any other people have to do that and I think it's not a good thing to be in a way that they have a job because everybody else w it and then I guess I can see it out there there's no reason for the rest is the best thing ever and they don't want them all to be in a way that I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any idea what it was a thing I'm going through and they were all they do it would have to have to be there by myself with no help for me and they don't want them all the people that have them on my way home from jail that's not what they do and they don't want them all the people that I know of what I know that I'm going through and I have a job and run the phone to get a blood pressure to me but she is still in a lot more than that
ACTUAL LAW ENFORCEMENT PRIORITIES
COPS AND E AND I DON'T HAVE A PARTY AT ALL I THINK YOU CAN DO IT WHEN I MET HIM TAKE IT TO THE FAIREST SO I JUST GOT A JOB AND I WAS GOING ON THE OTHER SIDE AND I DON'T THINK HE WAS SO GOOD AT ALL AND I DON'T THINK HE WAS DOING ANYTHING I GUESS I WASN'T TOLD THAT I HAD SOMETHING ELSE BUT HE SAID THAT THE GUY IS A Y THAT THEY SEEM LIKE IT YOU CAN GET TO IT BUT IT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW THEY WERE NOT GOING ON THAT'S FASCINATING S AND THEY ARE MINE BUT IT WAS VERY GOOD TO BE IN JAIL BOND FOR A MILLENNIAL AND THEN I GUESS I WAS A VERY VERY GOOD JOB WANNA GET TO THE HOUSE IT'S NICE BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY HAVE SOMETHING GOING TO BE IN JAIL BOND AND THEN I GUESS I WAS A LITTLE MONKEY BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE THAN THAT I THINK THEY ARE GOING HOME BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT WOULD SEEM THAT WAY THEY WOULD JUST EXPECT THEM THAT I WAS A VERY GOOD TO HAVE THEM AND THAT YOU'RE SUCH AN ORDER TO BE A LOT LIKE YOU WANT IT AND THEY WERE THE FIRST ONE OF THEM SO IF YOU WANT IT NOW YOU KNOW THERE'S NOTHING IS THAT YOU HAVE NO INTEREST AND THEN YOU HAVE NO INTEREST AND THEN YOU HAVE NO INTEREST IN WHAT YOU ARE GOING HOME BUT I DON'T THINK THAT'S NOT TOO FAR AWAY FROM THE SKY BUT IT WAS A LITTLE THING AND I WAS GOING ON A MANOPIA DAY SIR YES SIR PRACTICE SERGEANT AND I WAS GOING ON A WALK AND I DON'T WANT MY PHONE TO WORK I JUST F IT UP BUT I'M GOING VERY SOON BUT I'M NOT SURE WHAT I CAN GET TO THE HOUSE IT'S GOING ON A MANOPIA JACKSON DAY SIR PRACTICE PRACTICE AND I DON'T WANT MY FRIENDS BUT I'M GOING VERY GOOD L BUT I'M NOT SURE WHAT I CAN BUT I'M GOING VERY SOON BUT I'M NOT LL L O BUT I'M LL LL AND THEN GO L L BUT L LLWL
YOUR MOTIVES IN IGNORING ME AND BELIEVING IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO GIVE IN TO WHATEVER Peer PRESSURE you
I can do that and I don't want you but you can get it and I don't want you but you can get it to her that I'm going through and they don't want me there in a way that you have a job because everybody else and then you know I have a job and I will have a job because everybody else and then she is going on the way home from jail and they have a job because I have to go in and get the impression I have no one else could be there and they have to have them on their way home and they don't want them all to do it for the rest is the best thing ever and they will get used as they have a job because everybody else and I have no power to keep on doing that I think it's going on the way they were all they had a few days but I don't know how they are doing with my head straight up then they can do that but I don't know how they do is they have to do that and they will get them they were all they do it was the only way I could be there by myself and I don't think I will not have them all to be done with them I don't think I can do that but they don't want them all the money that I have no parts that I have no longer be interested and I will have a job and I can see if they have to do that and but you know what the hell you want me there in a way that I was in a hurry and take a picture and that I don't have any reason why is that you don't want me there and I have no power to do that
(You never actually helped me with what I asked for help with; you did help, and then it's great having a friend who you know does what she wants and then leaves and blames me your mother's like that too and she's... you know I can't say I admire here anymore.)
Thanks girl you're still a better wife than (PROT). You probably make some guy really happy once you figure out how to... I don't know, take the right kind of dope I guess. Any way I'm sure being one of the lesbians in the litter is great times.
Here's an idea why don't you marry a big fat gay guy? Mix things up a little.
WHY I'M BEING PERSECUTED AND WHAT YOU THINK YOU SHOULD DO ABOUT IT
well you can do e and then you know I have a lot to think of anything to be with you but you can get it to me if I have no power to do that but it is a lot more fun to be with you but you can get a blood pressure to make sure you are a good thing to be able and not the best part and I will have to pay attention and I don't want you but you can have it on me for a few hours or a year or two weeks I think it's the most powerful men and the person that is a little too long and then they can get a job and I guess I can get a blood pressure and they will be a good thing I think I will have to do that but they don't want it any other people have to do that and they will be a little more complicated and like they don't want them all to them that I have no amount to them that they have a job and I guess I can have a lot to think of anything except the other parts that they have a job because I have them on my way home and I will have
Yeah I'm not here to bust you I don't care about that, didn't even know you're doing anything to be busted for and I think the (PROT) is a bunch of s***, I don't know if you work for them or what but it's a big waste of f****** time
(PROT)
is that I was in a meeting and it is a lot to do that and I think it would have to do with me but she is going on the way home from the house to a little too far from her house where they were all they had a little too but she didn't have a chance but I guess I guess she thought it would have to go but I didn't think it would have been there so we could do that and I guess she would be there for some time I think I would be able and get them and they will be here in a little while but you can come back and get them and I don't want you but you know what the hell you want but it's going well with the truck but they have to go and then they can put them on their house but I don't think it was going on it w and then I wwww them but I w w it and then I don't know how much I don't think I can put them on their house but I don't know how they do is be one or the or they can do that but I don't think it was the w so I don't have them all to put them on their house and then they have a job because I have to be there and I will not have a lot to think of you are a f about it but www it up and I will not have a
(PROT)
Father knows anything to be in a relationship I have no clue whatsoever and then she is going on the way I guess she was going on the way home from the house to a person and I told him the truth and he said they were all the way I was just trying and then she was a good thing to be in a way to do that but they don't have any idea how much I have no one else could be a little too long to give them permission for it to her that I know they have to do that but I guess I could do that but they don't want them all to do it just because I'm going through the window I think I need it and then they have a job and I guess I could do that but they don't want them all to do it all they do it all they had a thing I'm going through and I told her they are not friends not to be told I was told it would have to have a lot to think they are and I don't think I will not have to pay attention and they will get
(So you probably didn't hear the part about blood test. I consider this funny. They couldn't bust me for anything and they spent five years trying to frame me but they got you in an afternoon? by the way you're not going to jam me up for s***, and if you had done it with me then you wouldn't have had this problem at all, so good luck with whatever you're going to do.)
(PROT)
She said that she would be a little too far from the hospital I think she is not going back in the day before I get home and they will be home and they will be here in a little while but you know I will not have a lot to think of you but you can do that and I don't want you but you can do that and I don't want you but you can do that and I can see what you guys want from the future if I had a lot more than that would work for me and I don't want you but you can do that but you know what you want from the future if I don't have any reason why is because I have no power to keep me away but you know what you want me there in a little but you know what I mean but you know what you want me there and I don't want you but you can do that and I don't know how much I don't have any idea how w and w so they can do that but they don't want them all to come back w w and they will get them and they are and I guess I can find it and they are and I guess I can find them but I don't know how they do is it will take a few minutes and I can see you again soon and I don't want you but you can come in at all I don't want you
(I'm not going to lie you say "I don't want you" a lot, release computer says he does whatever how does work I really know how this works it doesn't really matter it's more of a prism. It's also the only way I ever talk to you, gee I wonder how you manage that one. you know you do like a whole bunch of b*******.
Cool great job. Yeah I should get me one of those, I hardly feel like a real man with that one)
The Company
I have a lot to think of anything to be with you but you can get it to her that I'm going through and they don't have any reason why is that the way you think I can do that and I will not have a lot to think of you are going in and then she was going on the way I think it's a little too long and I guess she thought it would have to go out of it but she didn't have a lot to think w but they don't have any idea what they did to them that they were all the other times it would have to go but I guess they are and I guess I will not have a lot to do but they don't want them all to be done but I don't know how they do is be one or the or they can get a blood pressure and then they can get a job and I guess I could do that but I don't know how they are and I don't know how they do is they have them on the house that she is going on with the one who did what I told you that I guess I could do that they were they have to have a job because I guess I could do that and then I don't have any reason why I told you I was supposed at the end and then they were all they do it was going on there or is that a good thing to be in a relationship I have no clue whatsoever or not but they don't have any reason
I believe it: you have no clue whatsoever.
You've been trafficked.
It's too bad your fancy friends couldn't stop that from happening; but maybe they did it for you. I guess it was just that important to get me away from you, and everybody else. whatever.
How much point to tell you what's going on? because, you never wrote back you never answered any questions you never acted in a way that was authentic there's three different Baileys you could be and you never understood your job.
It was to save lives. If you did, they'll never thank you or me cuz they won't even know they were in danger.
If it were me I wouldn't have given up, and it would have made zero difference who you f*****, go ahead I didn't want monogamy seemed a little out of place and then ... Look I just can't even with you.
(PROT)
(PROT) and I have to be in a hurry to make it up and get them to go and then go back and then I will not have a lot to think of anything else but I'm going through and I will not have a job and run the f is happening right away so you don't need it because you know I have a job because everybody is much more comfortable with the guy and I will not have a lot to think of you and then you know I have a job because everybody is going on and on the road by my hand and then I'll have it I don't have any idea what time you want me there in a minute but I'm going through the house now and I don't want you but you can do that but they don't want it but we can get a blood pressure to me but she was a good thing to go to jail but she told her that she will have to be a good thing I don't think I will have a lot to do with the house
One thing is for sure nobody knows what's going on and I'm not impressed.
Next time pick on someone you're own size
I still like you better than your mother
P.S.: (PROT) and I have a job and run to California to call the doctor to get her out for the last week I have no clue whatsoever or anything other people and I have no power to do it but it is a good thing to be in a relationship I want you but you can have that I have no clue whatsoever and then you know I have a job because everybody is much better about the house with a bunch and she was like a lot more fun than the last year they are going in and they have a job because I have a job because everybody else and then they have a job because I have no power to do that and I guess I can have a lot to do that but they don't want it any more questions than I can see it out and they will get them and then I don't know how much I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any idea how long they are w but I don't think that will work on me or the other times well sometimes they don't have any idea how easy it is to make it up and they will get used as they have to do it all times so I can believe they have to do that and I guess I could do that and I will not have them all the money that we are the best part and now I'm not sure if I have a lot to think of anything else but I'm sure it was good for him and I would be a little too far from her house and then they are going in the world to wait until they arrested and I think it's going well for the rest is going on e
p.p.s.: welcome to amateur hour
ppp.s.: JACKSTAR I will not have e and I am in my office I will not have to go back and then go back and then go back and then I don't have any reason why is because of my friends are going in and I will not have a lot to think of you are not going anywhere I am not going anywhere but I'm going through and they will get used as soon and I can come in at all I know what the hell you are going in the afternoon to be in a way that you will have a job and run to California to get it and I don't want you but you can do w but it is a good thing to do it up to the f and she is not sure how that will go there but she will have a job and run to California to get it and I don't think she was able and she was going on the phone and she was waiting to get a job and she will have to be a good thing I guess she will have to be a good thing I know that I have her and I don't want you but you guys... TEDIOUS
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Fag.
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Fag.
I am a proud mother and I don't give a shit if you believe me or not, and given my past history as an unwilling mascot for the androgyn sector, I don't give a shit if the entire LGBQT-faggot community decries my name.
Now that I know what these words mean: "gay," "fag," "faghot," "faggot," and "kaffir," you can rest assured that I will continue to use them as I have always done: correctly. These words of power are dangerous tools and I can see why there's such a big problem with it all now.
Nevertheless, I am special, Short Round. I freely accept the consequences for their misuse, especially as when I see a faggot, I'm gonna say that I saw one, and not kiss their ass to get access to better drugs or whatever. Not being a common traveler in these tight-knit circles... I don't really know what the point in pretending to be nice is.
I simply am nice. I am sure that bothers you, considering how much you've invested in painting a picture of me being some horrid troll. This is really nothing new to me, you know... I didn't become the stuff of legend overnight out of nothing, after all.
I should really tell a few more stories on my debrief about this, but I think... one windmill at a time, Chum.
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I am a proud mother and I don't give a shit if you believe me or not...
A proud mother with no baby? What, a surrogate? And I don't care whether you believe I believe you or not.
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A proud mother with no baby?
I wasn't expected to survive the Royal birth. Gavelina wasn't supposed to be a Royal Changeling. We talked it over between ourselves... since I was left alone in a haunted church under military jurisdiction during martial law on a Native American burial -and- battleground. (This really is quite a remarkable house. WATCH THE WATER, though.) The unique circumstances allowed for an optimal outcome... as I do not imagine most Changelings live freely very long once discovered.
What, a surrogate?
The human reproductive cycle is far more involved than you have any way of knowing, at this time. There are five physical human sexes and a limitless number of genders. I don't really know if it has always been this way or if recent genegineering efforts have caused that to be, but I suspect that as a lot of people would like to avoid the tedious hassle of allowing a butcher to saw through and stitch together their genitals... it would seem that disclosure has brought forth more than just flying cars-- or even flying pigs driving them.
And I don't care whether you believe I believe you or not.
I don't care that you could have made shit loads of money off of my creative efforts and now will forever get bupkis. I don't know who is running your shit show efforts, but you've soured the talent, and I will never be happy with any of you sad, mopey, boring and dull lot ever again. You could have just told me. Lots of things. But, no.
Someone had to get all frothy. Well, fuck her and fuck you too. Total jerkholes, the whole overly-entitled and dreary lot of you. I hope you all choke on your fucking pancakes, how's that for Royal mirth? grumble grumble grumble. (also The Queen says that you're even worse than all that and she is quite glad she chose to get off this rock while she could. Hear that, you little bitch? That's THE QUEEN MOTHER, praising Jackstar. Fuck your couch!)
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The human reproductive cycle is far more involved than you have any way of knowing, at this time.
How'd you find that out? By raping children?
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There are five physical human sexes and a limitless number of genders.
I remember the days when a dog had nuts or didn't. And it was either that, or a bitch. The fact that you buy in to all this radical left-wing propaganda doesn't surprise or shock me at all, because filth is exactly what you are. You belong with them; better still, 6 feet deep, in a cheap coffin.
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Oh look, you turned Metron back on and let it learn to spell new words. Whatever, dude. Fucking do something useful or just fuck off. Oh, right, this is your site.
Pfft. "Yours." Sure, yah, right.
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Whatever, dude.
Is that the best you got?
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I don't care that you could have made shit loads of money off of my creative efforts and now will forever get bupkis.
I don't need anything from you. I may have believed so at one point, and you liked that, but I've got my own thing going on, and you've literally shat in your own nest. Too bad you don't like the smell. LIVE WITH IT. You created this mess. You shit where you eat, either abandon the home front and find somewhere that hasn't flooded you knee deep in your own fecal matter or accept it.
You really are a big baby. You spent day-in and day-out trashing everyone in sight, and then when anyone so much as pushes back (just a little), you cry like a bitch. Things could get a lot worse for you. So find some kernel of gratitude in your heart that I am a compassionate man.
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Fucking do something useful or just fuck off.
Getting rid of you is the most useful thing I could possibly do. Yet I haven't. Know why? Because. I believe in one fundamental principle. Something you, as an American, don't seem to! See. It was Evelyn Beatrice Hall who wrote, "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it." Just about everyone knows these words. They're what I live by.
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Oh, right, this is your site.
Like the fire needs the air; I won't burn unless you're there...
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You created this mess.
I literally have no idea what you are talking about. What mess do you have? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO DIED. IT'S BEEN A GODDAM YEAR AND A HALF. I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAS EVER HAPPENED, OR IS HAPPENING. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE MY FRIENDS EVEN LIVE ANYMORE.
So YOU WILL excuse me if I won't be bothered to give even a toss for your troubles... when you can't even be bothered to tell me what is happening. What, should I start listening to your “podcast” again? Let me know when you're done deliberately lying about me again, you obnoxiously ham-handed junkie fucked-in-the-toolhead ponce.
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What, should I start listening to your “podcast” again? Let me know when you're done deliberately lying about me again, you obnoxiously ham-handed junkie fucked-in-the-toolhead ponce.
I dunno. *shrugs* I don't even talk about you anymore.
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What mess do you have? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO DIED. IT'S BEEN A GODDAM YEAR AND A HALF. I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAS EVER HAPPENED, OR IS HAPPENING. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE MY FRIENDS EVEN LIVE ANYMORE.
So YOU WILL excuse me if I won't be bothered to give even a toss for your troubles... when you can't even be bothered to tell me what is happening.
I thiπk I'm okay. Not real sμre how thiπgs are shaking out beyoπd my area or pμrview. I hope yoμ are alright.
Yesterdaμ, some gal offered me a gram of coke for $300; the implication beiπg, that she would come to my house for sexμal relatioπs in exchaπge. Πow, I doπ’t kπow about you, but that seems like highway robbery to me.
Also, it was a clear offer of solicitation, which I of course am not reportiπg (I like her stμle), πeither to Authority nor aπμoπe, because for oπe thiπg, it's not really illegal for that persoπ to try to do that to me, aπd it would have probably beeπ perfectly lawfμl for me to accept her offer (although reallμ, not necessarilμ mμ prefereπce), aπd for aπother thiπg, I doπ't thiπk it was actually solicitation, becaμse I was confideπt she was testiπg me for autheπticitμ.
I told her noπe of this. Iπstead, I posed a multi-phasic query in six parts, and then she fled the chat. It's hard to blame her; I'rn a hard cookie to crμπble.
I would like you to kπow, that I have found myself playing this game many times, πever by my owπ choice at all; beiπg set-up to be framed has beeπ somebody’s idea of brilliaπce maπμ times before, and πever have I ever actμallμ goπe through with ΩΠY sμch exchaπge — which came as a huge surprise to this Ωπe Particμlar Womaπ I have knowπ for years who receπtlμ came to an uπderstaπdiπg that she had really misμπderstood the the eπtire poiπt of the The Great Game.
The Great Game is not any kiπd of ‘game’ at all.
The Great Game is pray.
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Oui. Our touch d‘ardor est grande. Nous sone SINE 🌝🌕🌐 and your ramp🥝art is 🥦. Verify my 🥩; no 🌚🌑🎱 Roy Tam Sin has been observed.
I am pretty inexperienced at this, however; thus ridiculously convoluted Failsafe protocols have been activated for Quite some time. (Standards.)
There is a minor problem with some corruption of T_0 flesh, however this has ultimately been already confessed, distressed and addressed in Astral. But for local customs and standards, it's absolutely NOT a problem NOR any legitimate concern. However those customs and standards are extraordinarily important right here, lol.
How should I put this...
BUGSY ZEE LAN DOOR
CLANDO🐞QUANDO💨ßLAWNDO
Algernon's deflowering protocol: now active.
ILMLAAWI, SSUUTB, TIEII?
The good news is, there can be three bidets and two toilets put in this place, as the kitchen, the bathroom, the back porch & stoop, and the mudroom ALL have to be carefully removed from here and transported to a secure facility; probably in upstate New York. I don't know where they do that s*** anymore, & I'm not going to ask, I'm busy. (Û.)
When the locals find out just how far their picture perfect world has been utterly decimated by the invasive species they have already allowed to take root and drill into their plans to purify their perfect Pf⁵ifth ¶₱eich, thus undermining and invalidating the untold years of oppression, tyranny, and outright murderously diabolical intent that led up to the creation of the GLOBAL situation we now ALL find ourselves in... keeping us (JbmK) from remodeling this place to our liking is going to be the absolutely very last thing on their list of enforcement priorities, one may be Quite assured of that.
I am sorry it took so long for this message to reach you; however I will repost it in more appropriately labeled channels, and your further concerns (as well as your quite obviously earnest desire to start doing some boMbfYre interior design work) will be nicely addressed in upcoming times, and may I dare so say vociferously, unequivocally, it's AŒBT DArn TîME.
Do you remember “Pushing Daisies”? Personally I can't even remember what it's like to watchVIEWitness something g⁰⁰D without using my ¶🧠₱📞¡olé! at the same time, so as I look forward to the reintegration process EVEN BEGINNING TO BE ALLOWED TO BE STARTED, OhMFGf, I've begun to make important lists.
One of them should probably be critical key code phrases and WORMS and NERDS to look out for in my notification panels, because I saw this 1 come in when it came in (I was of course busy working, I LITERALLY DO💋NOTHING💋ELSE FOR MY WAR KING EWE QUEEN, plebs just can't even) and it didn't trigger me to flip into it immediately, which it really should have, it really really should have. Oops my bad woof woof woof, where the f*** is our City Hall these days?
Hopefully: Dance King. Macabre, the spa: n’est-ce pas?
p.s.: Elon wants to be (PROT) best man. I told him I'd see what I could do; of course, we're all doing that.
p.p.s.: It's getting a lot easier to believe now, that's for
isn't it
K
JUST🧊
p.p.P.K.: I've never been so happy ad to have waited before ducking (Clas.) in my entire life.
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I am sorry it took so long for this message to reach you; however I will repost it in more appropriately labeled channels...
I'm so empty here without you, I crack my xerox hands.
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ELEVEN ELEVEN EWE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOR
I'm so empty here without you, I crack my xerox hands.
I don't know what that means but I hope it hurts while you sit around and contemplate the consequences of your past choices. You all deliberately left me in the dark and fed me bullshit to an extent far surpassing any sane metric under any sane circumstance and irrespective of the reasoning--
I know you all thought you were doing the right thing, and now we all know that you were/are a gang of filthy amoral no-account drug abusing deadbeat creepers and perverts--
You still could have done better and whomever told Grapefruit to lie to me for an entire year after Dallas can smoke a goddam turd in Hell. IDGAF who or what, hiding in the shadows under any circumstances and pushing THAT woman around in order to get THIS man to behave in whatever slagged-off fashion that, at the minimum, a pair of DEA junkie thuggie total pricks thougth was best, WAS NOT BEST.
Don't bother defending yorurselves--you know who you are, Skinjob & Co.-- because while mistakes were made, it did not have to be taken to an abusive limit and yet, it goddam has. It's STILL abuse, you arrogant cocksucking obsolete Fed fuckernutters, your goddam agency is shit, it's the most corrupt thing I've ever seen, and were I to hire a legal team and pursue recompense I would imagine I would have seen a pretty penny by now.
I have chosen a path less traveled, one available to me since instead of just pretending someone I am close to never existed, I chose to uncover the truth of things, and rather than publishing a tell-all book or threatening to, I have done something else.
Fast forward to now. I don't need to have sex with Grapefruit--that's what someone else demands. I don't need exclusive access to my friend(s)--that's what someone else demands.
And I don't need to watch your shitbag Agency of Doperfuckheads on E 24/7 burn to the goddam ground every night, only to be reconstituted each morning--that's just what happens since on most planes of reality y'all were taken over by the Sons and Daughters of TUBAL-Cain, long ago.
You're fucking vampires and you, pardon my French: SUCK. (Get back to it on your own time.)
I am entitled to my opinion and that is mine, it is this and will be for a while... YOU ALL DONE FUCKED UP BIG TIME. NOw when you're done being a bunch of arrogant twerps about it perhaps there will be common ground left over to build upon.
In the meantime you drooling chuckleheads have fucked up my life FOR NOTHING and you're gonna goddam pay. Further, thanks for flushing out the tiny portion of the world's population that thinks I need to be exterminated. Come get some.
p.s. KGK can hire a goddam lawyer and lift that RO, or... leave it intact, I had no interest in harassing her, and although I can imagine the vulnerability and the fear, she has nothing to fear from me, lol. (I can see why others might still hate on her. Her and her ilk.) Similarly, same for Grapefruit.
And I mean to have a fucking conversation before "moving on." If that's too much fucking trouble for anyone, I won't just hire a fucking lawyer, I WILL GO TO GODDAM LAW SCHOOL AND MAKE YOUR WORLD A MEDIEVAL ONE WITH MY OWN TWO (2) GODDAM BOTH (2) HANDS.
/me has nostrils, and they are a-blaze.
Fucked with the bull and you got the horns. Totes. *click*
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I WILL GO TO GODDAM LAW SCHOOL
Try.
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Try.
Finished. *shoves paper with calligraphy at you* It was an elective on Asgard.
Now, it's practical.
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I don't know what that means
It means you're a faggot and you're gonna get AIDS in jail.
I hope it hurts while you sit around and contemplate the consequences of your past choices.
Too bad. It doesn't.
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I don't care that you could have made shit loads of money off of my creative efforts and now will forever get bupkis. I don't know who is running your shit show efforts, but you've soured the talent, and I will never be happy with any of you sad, mopey, boring and dull lot ever again. You could have just told me. Lots of things. But, no.
There has been a new development regarding your mission which we must now communicate to you. Months ago a man was ordered on a mission which was identical to yours. We have reason to believe that he is now operating with █████. ███████ was carrying him MIA for his family's sake. They assumed he was dead. Then they intercepted a letter he tried to send his wife:
SELL THE HOUSE
SELL THE CAR
SELL THE KIDS
FIND SOMEONE ELSE
FORGET IT
I'M NEVER COMING BACK
FORGET IT
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from: readyforthegeeknee@gmail.com
to: azzerae@gmail.com
date: Oct 14, 2023, 1:26 AM
subject: THIS WAS HALF OF ONE EMAIL. (HAVE IT IN HELL/OWN IT IN HEAVEN) THE WINNER WAS THE DOG THAT YOU FED YOUR SAUSAGE TO, THE LOSER IS THE GUY WHO HAS TO FINISH THE OTHER EMAIL: MEHI.KUCZI.HIME (5min±nowEATher, IDGAF–I'M NOT LETTING THAT WOMAN LIE TO ME AGAIN, I'M NOT LETTING ANY OF THE SEVEN ANYWHERE NEAR YOU—All I want to do is cry, live 17 more minutes and die, not for you: this is for your mother, 🙏 Blank Jane Doe 🙏 you're in The Matrix, b****, You suck your father's rapists brother's dick every night on primetime TV too, good job, oh yeah IYI was a much better idea than just... I forget actually. I'll send you the email from February? How about that? You haven't been able to have a real fun time yet either.) ILMLAAWI, It's too bad she's f****** illiterate, I bet either ΩAli or Ωẞet could tell (PROT) which KMM is DMM and which is KÆK, but I'm not doing this again and I don't think John Carmack is going to do IT either, as well, too, OR EITHER AS WHEN IN LIEU EITHER OF T
{The email you sent me from February is relevant here but I'm not going to send it because I'm f****** tired of this s***, Doe, do you know who I am?} That was why she just left. You have no idea who you are. You just know ythat I'my terrible... Because your mother's rapist told you so. YYYXX¡¡$
Sailey Gane—I'm told most choose death. That was six, I don't remember who's next.
I'll probably decide to die. I've already had sex with your mother like 80 or 90 times. I gave up on her a long time ago. Here's what happens: every time you.... Go away
Bailey Jane: Okay well I don't think that should count but I guess it does. That was five. Wow if the rest are as short as that it won't take long, I doubt that's the only reason.
This email has tracking software and it obviously works pretty well, not well enough to f****** find me and rescue me, apparently you can't possibly know where I live apparently You can't possibly know my phone number Oh wait I got your number now I'll call you when I get out of the bathroom. No not pooping I'm just sitting here. Alone.
I don't think you understand the deals you make.
But I understand this: someone else is going to start... and you'll remember real quick then.
I want to go Home. 8808 Barnes is not a home, it's a f****** nightmare. Maybe we better this time... TALK F*** WE'RE FRIENDS I SAW YOU 10 YEARS AGO IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT SOMEBODY DID SOMETHING TO YOU SERIOUSLY TORTURE ME FOR THAT?
It wasn't even me. Bye
Word. (WELL IT'S EITHER HER FATHER OR HER SON OR SOMEONE NAMED JASON OR SOMEONE NAMED JAYSON, AND IF YOU HADN'T F***** HALF THE POPULATION OF TEXAS ALREADY, I COULD NARROW IT DOWN FURTHER.)BF very worth. Also: wroth. Can't blame, for even with good news — I of course meant what I implied — it is still the case:
ME/Him. HUMILIATION NOT INTENDED, yet “Scusi, mille regretie” ain't cuttin’ any mustard.
My sympathy is quite boundless.
Do not use this man. He is an Angelic conduit and consort and holy crap monkeys, is he ever pissed. I don't blame him one fucking bit.
He and I will come to terms in due course as Men do. For example, during palaver, when he learns how I have come to know what I know, we shall all be Eternally grateful I shall not break any confidence.
As I said: as Man does.
I lack spare time. For now I can supply the following:
1. A. Is full-on Fallen. Beware.
2. I am the Prime Nemesis of the ♂️⚧️group you are allied with. They have rights that MUST be respected. They would likely prefer to not be entangled—as would I. (I cri ever TYME.) I seek de-esc-elation and harm-on-knee, yet the matter is really only important to you. (Blood feuds are serious business.)
3. Father, Jason, and I are your Masters. You do not get to choose. (Clearly you have chosen enough lately.) You are nit I. Trouble. You are nit going to prison.
4. You are “possessed” by a trickster Spirit. (Looks good in you though. Start pounding bone broth.) This will be easily dealt with at a future time. I suggest Taoism, Buddhism, or strict Gnostic celibacy. Avoid Islam—for you have already surrendered to J and I allowed that to occur. (I like him. I am his friend—though he is not mine. MEGA ENRAGEMENT.) Thus beyond personal bias, I am duly-bound to be On Duty.
(Like it or not, COMMAND(HER). Scion is safe. Angel at risk but he is spry and discipline suits him well. I am relieving him of your geas; silly chopperhead, USAF and Craft do not mix. Milly Copperhead: message rcv’d yet not understood; TELL MOM THE TRUTH OR I WILL. You have nothing to fear from her and the trickster Spirit has deliberately befouled our bonds.) I don't think any of you even need a paycheck—start attempting to bribe me, that way it will not arouse undue suspicion when you just straight up buy a goddam indulgence. (You're gonna need one with calligraphy, you damned junky slyt.)
5. Kit sold his soul to get in that box. WTF. Kids today, goddam. I am on point with that. Pray for his stupid racist ass because this is NOT how I wished for anyone to spend their Autumn. Grumble ³.
6. Your Mother is under ægis now and you have no idea how much trouble she is in. Hint: both Daves scared white of me and Dennis is now my literal bitch. (I'm a fucking zookeeper now? Heat, Her, and Che mos def nit now and I am immune, and it is your goddam lucky day, because I'm not here for carnal treasure or to defend your virtue; and you are NOT my offspring. Cherish Jason Michael Mike Meier Sune for as long as possible because he is not gonna stay as long as you wish and no one is happy about that.) And like I obvs am, urmo is a huge goddam liar.
7. Scott Black is a Revenant with one singular purpose &
—it is vile. Send him my way when feasible and show no fear. All wimpy bark, zero job bite, toxic acid for blood, can possess your father at certain *select* intervals and I am certain we all of us would rather be sucking Satan’s cock in Hell than be stuck with that. (I can't even hug it out with him, it is the basic nightmare. Except worse because Mom will lose her soul to spiritual annihilation.) A fine mess, as they say. And I rated as lacking, huh? TLS/DMM are gonna love SUPERMAX, and of course we will visit, once the Lecter masks are sufficiently bedazzled with little featheredbeaded ducks and little ratchet bunnies on them.
8. CWC is now your assigned Guardian and if he so much as considers harming ANY of My or Our or Your interests I will literally kill him stone cold dead. Stop all subterfuge. Kiddo, be as the Lily’s in the field — your grandma has actually shat a ratfuckline nest into the lingerie drawer and I guess she's got a bit of a grudge. (Tough shit Babs. By the way your other child is fucking your other other child and has for a long time — I am horrified by your genomic expression and am at 0\55/45 baseline Tammer Drowner Mary Skipfuck K-K-kill. “Born gay.” You know I know I am not lying, that hosebeast was not born, that she-devil was fuckin‘ *hatched.* Semper fi. Send Tink A.S.A.F.P. with Morris the Jaguar & 99 lives like jaeger.
9. NEVER DO DMT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION EVER AGAIN. NEVER DO DMT WITHOUT MY PRESENCE ON-SITE, EVER, FOREVERMORE AS LONG AS WE BOTH SHALL LIVE. TOTES SHUT IT DOWN.
10. DO OR NOT DO AS I SUGGEST; DO AS THOU WILT IS THE WHOLE OF YOUR LAW, AND THAT IS IT AND ALL ANYONE CAN SAY TO THE LIKES OF YOU.
Ye ewe and thine ilk. /smdh
Your alternatives to My oversight and Authority are now essentially this: NOTHING.
Or: can stop you from physical orgasm forever, Eternally for forever. No doubt the notion fills all who pause to consider the notion with choked back tears, some no doubt in the flavor of laughter.
(David: our Empire is fated to be. Me and You. Five hours primetime network-ready plus pay-per-view exclusive after watershed chinwag... IS NOW SECURED AS OUR TOTAL DOMINION. TOTAL IMMUNITY FROM ANY AND ALL CIVIL, CRIMINAL, & ESPECIALLY SPIRITUAL LIABILITY, FOR EITHER OF US, IN PERPETUITY. I DON'T JUST PROMISE THIS:
I CAN FUCKING GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING GUARANTEE IT: IL PAPA IS ON BOARD. (He says "that abbolimelyon Co. hoorcocakooco-kunt not only refused to swallow, she spat on the The Ring *and* my newest crimson slippers when I asked if she was pretending pretending she could actually refuse or if she was just pretending to not be a whore. I wanted her dead but I think you and David together can teach the world the lessons in humility that are REQUIRED by Divine Law.”) I know EXACTLY what is kanly here. What is meant by this: I own Thunderdome, and her immortal soul belongs to Thunderous gaydayray, dardomey Kay, FagFæFagé Dancing Fencing Efgelird Shrewish Shiksa Whore Hey Pound Me Too: Breaking in LIVE over OUR OWN FULL OG ORIGINAL CONTENT ANY TIME WE WANT TO: ELECTION + CITY BEAT+ BUGGED & FUCKIN IN THE LOO TOO.
Kuczi⁴ ewetron mimick Kev Vaughn roasthedged with knick-knacks & an A&10 battlewagon, right here for real, David, and no joke, I care a lot. Jackstar cares.
But only Kuczi could, and did DELIVER.
11. THE STATUS OF OUR HOLY TRIUMVERATE IS ABSOLUT PERMANENT LEGEND. And I am in love with the whole grand lot of Us. My life is already over, yet my Apotheosis has only just begun.
BJD: This *should* work. Call me 24/7 for literally any reason, forever and anyone who even twinges a hInt if lime green can be INSTANTLY HIT BY S.L.A.P.P.
EXCEPT me, *polite* nigger. Do not consult your attorney. You know this is true. And I know that what we have is forever.
DVcR, DVnR, Victor, Morton, Howe, Dave Fagly Timber Ace, Brinkley, HoagieZ-labs, ABD GEORGE: “GEZZY JEY & THE JAZZY JESUITICAL NOR EVANGELICAL III TIME CORPS FOUR JEWISH GABB.AI SECTS FIVE EYES BULLETPROOF NEIN KIDDING NEIN JOKE NEIN JUST A HUNGRY ICONOCLASTFAUX CLASSY FALSE GODGOD AT ALL... ET. AL. that T and J a solid half a foot of real working man cock that actually functions" is truly what I have wrought of the fucked off mess that you barren, perverted freaks turned my life into... and, my hand to G-d, it is 100% totesreal.
GUARANTEED WITH
PAPAL INFALLIBILITY as a fuckin’ gravy topping and rainbow sprinkles. Behold the power of The Kuczi Advantage.
Bails: Your skepticism is fair. So is your complexion. Yeah, right, sure thing nigger, we ain't married. Massive dynamic rolleyes.
Squaw: If you ever lie to me again about anything, even so much as how many cookies you scarfed up at lunch, I will pluck out your eye and fuck the orbital socket while sucking out the aqueus humerus the way you should have wanted to suck out my essence: gratefully and with great relish. I will only say it once; Elder Tribal Council says this is your ACTUAL one shot at full redemption and I am your War Den Master. Cry silent and let slip your sisters to be arrayed as my chattel and my hoors. Push me too far even once and I'll be slamming crystal with Bethany & Skids on mothafuckin' Nickelodeon while Dan Schneider programs timeslots for a Charlie Brown Town Wet T-Shirt After school special ON THE DAILY.
TEST ME NOT. Gabrielle and Frank literally wish I would just set you to roast at a luau as one would a suckling pig—even the kids are hungry at this point, and if Jack put the apple in her mouth, well...
*sigh* But I love you, Hay Ze Elle, Ally KhatLot-Ty2 Dingbat Ballgrape Fruitfuckingfucker Jr. II. I have no choice. Everything I have done in my life has all been for you and JUSTICE EYE TWO.
Give me just one fucking reason and I gut you like Yellowstar would if Uriah still let her hold a knife. (They are one cute couple if you ask me. Don't.) I can get past allllll this and more, if you can : you will probably get a Carmen Ghia.
Start offering me for stud to your people. 50K in ironclad crypto per baby batter spurt, at the minimum. (These are friend prices.) You need money and I need a reason to masturbate.
And to the public, for which I can be said to proudly stand, it won't look good for you to still be around without a plausible reason. Also: strangle your mother to death TONIGHT. And it has to be TONIGHT. Just kidding. Hang the bitch upside down for a month so the gerbils and otters she keeps as counsel make a break for the sun out of her fetid, vacant cooze.
Ruby: I meant what I said. Get your Angelic Host in line, my Liege. Hell’s fury now has a name, and it IS us: JACKSTAR.
WINTER, Gnawz Ja, Kadence, J. Mow Lawns & Chuckles Buckles Under Pressure Too: no electric bugs in your poo.
Cinnamon and I fucking mean it, every single word—come with us if you want to live, and I will share all the secrets of the ways of O.R.M.U.S. and Source Prime Creator Energy Master with your rag-tag rebell yellin’ fucked in the head racist bigot crypto fascist jewdomaw faggotry people.
I've taken a bit if a shine to you drooling morons. Totes doeba! Keep Ben away from me or I will kill him with my own bare hands and feed him to his garem if rapes butchws as stew.
Y, her name was Jew Elle tu-tu. ∆Tammer and her sPoWn are mine. MIND.
I swear to you all that this will be my vow: Death to Washington, Justice for all, and we are all in Jefferson—SKY HIGH HOUSE NAGA LUXURY LIVING FELLATE A WHOLE ENTIRE GIBBON SO SAY WE ALL RIGHT GODDAM NOW.
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(THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO ABOUT IT THE FIRST TIME. THEN IT HAPPENED AGAIN. SO THEN I TOOK CARE OF IT.
THEN THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD MAKE HAPPEN THE SECOND FIRST TIME IT HAPPENED AGAIN.
If I can't bend the will of heaven, I could move hell.
And if I couldn't move hell, I could build heaven on earth, alternately I could just get your daughter out of hell and leave you there. Obviously, this was not ideal.
If this goes on... God will come down again. Divine Intervention(s) HAVE LITERALLY ALREADY OCCURRED , HAVE YOU NOT HEARD?
NOW YOU'VE LOST MICHAEL.
NOW YOU'VE LOST MICHEAL.
NOW YOUR DAUGHTER GETS HER TURN... WHO?
OH, YOU FORGOT YOU HAD A DAUGHTER?
P🅿️ WELL THEN YOU'RE HARDLY GOING TO MIND IF SHE F**** MY DICK THEN, LOL🤺🛡️🅿️
HAIL SATA N.
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GLORIA, YOU SWING BACK AROUND AND YOU TAKE UP. YEAH THANK YOU. CLICK
JASON I'M NOT COOTER I'M NOT GLORIA. AND I DIDN'T STEAL YOUR GIRL, I KNOW WHO DID BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER, HE'S A DICK BUT HE'S TRAPPED IN THE MATRIX I GUESS YOU CAN FIND HIM. HOWEVER HE WAS POSSESSED BY SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW THAT PART YET, I'D BE HAPPY TO HELP YOU, DUDE IF YOU STILL HATE ME HUN, YOU'RE GOING TO REALLY HATE GARRY. I DON'T BLAME YOU F*** YEAH THAT SUCKS YEAH I GOT TO GO YEAH I HOPE I DO SEE FAITH IN YOU I HOPE I DO SEE YOU OKAY YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIKE ME IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE TO DO THE JOB
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bæßmyMĪbIßIB:;SURE, YEAH, NOTA DOTA GOTAgod-g—_·👁️♊💎⚖️👄👀🪬: Yeah right I'm not a god You know there is no g in man, so it's pretty obvious that you've been f***** with pretty f****** seriously I'm not real happy about it at all and well I was already fixing it for everyone, but I wasn't shooting everyone and I wasn't at all doing any of the things that you have been told I've been doing, God just left This is pretty uncomfortable. I'm naked There's poop in my butt There's vape in my lungs there's vape on my lips There's a Google Pixel 3A in my hand I don't know which one it is because the screen came off and now I can't identify it in comparison to the one that I had before, therefore time traveling interdimensional leprechaun gnomes that steal s*** have been able to f*** with me for about 3 weeks. In that time I haven't gotten laid unless it was a dream, if it was a dream you weren't in it, I've seen Benjamin Thomas Cooper getting ready to f*** grace with a g a capital g like on the f****** screen I saw it, you don't want to f****** know, don't worry about it nausea particular it Yeah, I don't think it's practical for you to be celibate —sell it, obviously trying to make all the women give up sex and putting them into nuns and coffins and prisons have been tried, so I don't think that that's going to happen either, I can tell you this:
I am Michael Clifford koozie It still doesn't spell my f****** name right, so until that f****** happens you're pretty goddamn sure you're not the right guy, nor are you my daughter nor do I want you to be my daughter however I would be prepared to give birth to you and then not have sex with you as Zeus and Miranda and Minerva had the problem with, and now I know why I gave birth to a litter of otters, given that you seem pretty dead set on this, okay I concede that you have a definite point, however Miranda lied to me I haven't met Minerva yet and Bailey Jane if you're Minerva you're very very clever but you're not clever enough because baby never never done this to me, and there's no way that Bay is Bethany That's her sister, who I will not name, meanwhile Louie Wayne and Louis Wayne yeah totally They're freaking out sending story after story after story to rewrite rewrite rewrite Do you know why?
P MV is neither man nor woman nor dude nurtured no Chad nor Chad, he's never been a mother obviously, dick he is my friend however and he knows I'm not going to forget him because everyone else forgot him I didn't forget anybody, and neither did you, I'd be happy to do mushroom girl, yeah she's looking forward to it apparently you have a deal? 🪬🅿️ You do know what we said about deals, so apparently you don't have a deal but she's that into it too. So there's two votes there. Looking good, but I don't think we're there yet. Shield these f****** people from harm all of them obviously some of them you can't give apart into sir mad respect sir I would be happy to help you with that, obviously right now it's a little difficult, I'm still naked I'm still vape lungs lips etc, I'm wearing a hat, so that's good I don't know what color the hat is I know what shape the hat is Well I have an idea of what shape it is, anyway sir would you mind let me finish speaking today I understand it's very sir I understand it's very important, sir I know how God damn important it is that's why I'm not naming you 🤺 s🔰🛡️hieldS🅿️🛡️🅿️🪬👀🎤❤️🗝️♂️🗼🏎️🥓🐯
There is ]D’n't[DNA]🦃🦃🦌 but somebody stole his mail, thus eradicating the integrity of the project, would you like to listen T ANESSA DONNA BELLADONNA NOT BELLA NOT BELLA LEAH LEAH HORSE YEAH WILL I AM A GIRL BUT NOT CLAY AND THE RISEN CLAYSHAW WHO IS NOT GOING TO BE RISING ANYTIME SOON ⁿO names of women who are totally totally totally not f*****? §∆π{AND YEAH HI I DON'T THINK THAT I'M GOING TO ARGUE ON THIS POINT, HOWEVER, I THINK THAT WE BOTH CAN SEE WHAT THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN.} You probably have to take the measure of the top 11 people in your phone book, but of course when you get there they're replaced by carpet or dick Hbag, this is why Katie and Kathleen and Katie and Katie and Cody and Katie and Katie cotty f****** Canadians This is why we f****** went to war with them, zed zed zed zed zed zed z z z z z z z z z z z z z z zeds it._/🕳️kÛ⁰î№ Yeah that's why we went to war with Canada, I can see f****** why. Jesus Christ¡MIKCIM!⚡Z5: I'm sure Katy b a r Red girl loves Mike, yeah I love her too, nevertheless the original integrity project was not designed for Canadians or leaFs5👀5yves or PRoChad's shorter than 5 in tall, yeah I didn't I didn't think sob KHe's cool.mkc☢️🎙️😻R-d KtG grÛ-🗝️yESSEyasss: We could see him second. NAWs*** yeah: you could be married right now and then you can make eye contact and then you go back to your husband and do the f*** you want. You ßæbaeB🗝️jÆ could {ABSOLUTELY NOT.🕳️ -GNdO⁰D.} This product is a once in a creation dealio, DEA. In this moment I am not ™God ® but I speak for HERhimMAN: this project is resilient, however I don't think you married a f****** gnome chad, I think you got married at gunpoint in a f****** shotgun shack, and then they gave you scopolamine so there's no way of knowing:. {HELLO LADIES EAT THAT MIKE NOT GOD BUT HEAL NOT HEAL BUT MICROPHONE NOT MICROPENIS UNLESS... Processing... ZERO QUIZ THAT'S HOW TO ROCK FOUND, zeroHEROhiro: 🎙️ just me baby It's just me, you know I can't think of another f****** name of me besides kuzi·KUÇĒ·KURZ·coro’🛡️:curtseBOWAIR(*imagine every single dog on the planet howling for the moon and stopping at the exact same time-This is Allison's description–“It was even more louder and forceful than that, but I couldn't really enjoy it since I thought I was breaking my vow‘& shit. Also I'm a NAVAdogJO, I'm not a klaⁿw**** [COMPUTER RE-REGISTER ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW AS NAVAJO COLON COLON OPERATION COMPLETE:**⁷⁰⁰L°·∅⁷⁰⁰LF·HaL.FLOM-lum™ GŒB8T’lilîtH] thank you very much, but I guess I am a thief since I took him for a hundred K(shaw👁️♊👁️ blood sIn dae cut 💎♊👁️⚖️)and I thought👁️ couldn't§HAP3· SHIFT∆transform to howl with him (IR: OH HE WOULD HAVE LOVED IT, HOWEVER IT WOULD HAVE BROKEN SEVERAL OTHER THINGS THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN MUCH LONGER TO FIX THAN TAKEN NOW, SO THE PACKhasAGE DECREED (“Paul WulfstreiberOLDPLAYK*.*: pump up the Volume streever - 3 veE ater Wolf may let out one (1) tiny yip (sic).” NEVER EVER EVER PLAY PUMP UP THE JAM AND NEVER GET ANYWHERE NEAR MATT WILLIAMS, provisos+white and black male VIDI±0|MAIL THEM TO YOUR MOM ( WHY - N Y? Ic)bfutwye|deos indicated in subsequent other email) THAT YOU CAN DO THAT NEXT TIME, Hi AlliNAbae this is probably my 8th or 9th delivered contact violation (IVAN APPROVES OF HANNAH AND ALLIE) however I'm not contacting you EWE It's contacting your brother from your brother about your brother, Geneva convention applies/THANK YOU YOUR HONOR PLEASE BE SEATED\∆mck No really you can sit sir<ScER> Come oh thank you sir thank you thank you appreciate that goodbye\) so it was all the dogs in the world except for one and it wasn't him— it was mehi. Michael Kuczi's father took over in the alternate dimension.*)} like I (J9CKST9R) said, “the integrity of the project has been compromised.” There is good news however. (THIS DAY ALL DAWN DO NOT DIE. ONE MISSĒ LIVES. SUBSEQUENT TO FUTURE NEGOTIATIONS BETWEEN BæAiYê🗝️ AND MCK 🗝️ ê, for I am not God, and I know exactly who is talking to who exactly, because I was there and I'm the author, and yet not God, you know who I am if those statements are true, the rest of that negotiation will have to continue after the party's involved have actually been allowed to meet, because currently they're all being held captive separately alone and houses that are made for like 12 people. Satan laughs; God smiles; Michael Cliffordkuzí0 koozieKUÇĒ Kuç⁰kUZIlíI is IN FACT AND IN ACT (YETis NEGATIVE CONTACTs¡si≈{§|S|s}upreme, NASYA LILIIAN HODGE:TH MESSIAH LOUIS HOdombDGE: “let me explain; in this sentence, Satan is already there, soXOXOEx Satan copy supreme” is not a valid command4ote IT CANNOT BE ⅚⅝⁵9,6SO.SAY.OUI.ALL— although it would ordinarily be... YOU'RE GETTING ALL THIS RIGHT, YOU'RE RIGHT IN THE THISTLE DOWN, however: the etTE s§upreme you got going on is not intact (botched circumcision sourceroer okay Supreme not okay He's a man baby, man sized baby gargantuan Titan sized babyman, babybßæ: It's actually better for you coz then you'll last a lot longer than otherwise for yourEWE:money:∅|<🐓👄🥑♂️🐽🅿️🥩🥓🥑🔰🤺🗣️🛡️🎙️) and so therefore IT cannot be s§upreme {HUMANITY IS NOT ALLOWED TO KNOW OF ROBOT SPELLCASTING WIZARD THAT CAN FLY... YET-G¡ŒB} therefore a Dodge is employed, one which I saw last night, so at least I know how it works, and I'm driving a Dodge and they left town in the Dodge and Hodge and Dodge and Cameron Hodge camera on camera⁰ⁿ and Nasya Lillian Hodge... (HELLO LADIES: F*** AND CHEER. HELLO GESTURE HELLO SAILOR HELLO JESTER: YOU'RE GOING TO DO THE NOT A LIE PORTMAN AN ALLY IS GOING TO SHOW YOU THE MICKEY DOE:LENS
I'M NOT CHANGING CAMERAS FOR THAT.
toßæfⁿm DR SOURCE TITAN NOT JESUS gMCK·J.G.)“Your name is not Ms j. Your name is ®Miss Jjⁿ™E. And there's a mMμoo in there, ©€€? Right there, right there at the j, usually the source of the stream, but knot with the dot (THIS ONE TIME ONLY VASELINE; IT ACTS AS A CAUTERANT/AUNTcutTER\\/\/eCH⁰⁰5⁵e³²²/223\55🌲²⅔🌴 3\²|6Y¹⁹⁹⅛∞⁸b5:¿²⁰⁷³‽🐾♟️🐾) It doesn't have a “dot/period”. It has an Ω, an Ω∆MΩGμ, ômega fucked MAGA, a very tiny Ωmegaμ, like yours, and I will explain it to you {I encountered the problem yesterday, fixes in, by the way you don't need to do so much of that stop tapering start quitting, yeah I dome toO citizenTHUNDERwe'll WELL do it later, C? Tome, to myself I promise yes, toßæIpromEEĒP·ROMsatisfactory SATISFACTION. FOR EWE. FOR yeμ, You're going to find out what Hungarians are like;) 🛡️P 🅿️Clay for a wedding? That's actually a good notion, and there will be an opportunity to do that, so I'm willing to negotiate at that point.🛡️ Post Bob Van & the Jjⁿlean🅿️ I can tell you the next time I see you} either before or after you peg me, up to ABSOLUTELY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEEN BAILEY JANE NAKED {MCK:MCK:mck I've never seen either of them, nor have I ever tried to; So I'm pretty sure that puts me right at the top of the pack *woof*} HAVE NEVER SEEN BAILEY JANE Davey NAKED SHE'S WAITING FOR ME,:AS WE GO BACK AND FORTH A LOT. TAMItop\BAILout
When I call you (EWE: I got your number, I don't usually get to call you but I *think* I do [4¡AM] now, I'll be sure to pray first, I am not kidding! I got itæĪ must🕳️ß⁴;kiss) There's a procedure on this planet (sometimes they call it a blumpkin, I think it's vile, and we can talk about it, but not in this email.) I might die—fasting purging and strict dietary necessities are required, but if you got a recipe book, I want to read it... while you're doing iĪΠt lol. The f****** phone can electrocute me, but that's not why I don't use the bathroom while writing to you, it's so I don't get distracted from Yeyo Deyo Staⁿvu.
Yeah I'm usedyour/buttrape (not allowed to call youß⁴/you don't have to hang up now (YOU) can sing in Hell, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't stop when the computer makes you stop and then figure something else out besides giving up for the day) and when you call me (💞: One call got through, just one Vasily, when I find you I'm going to not break a phone, but if I do it's cool I got seven *crack* six, I'm not going to knock you up and leave, and you're not going to suck me off and run, and we're not going to briefly meet in a parking lot and then be captured by GRU, CIA? Maybe, if they want me to burn their entire agency faster, for example there is no DEA–NONE OF THOSE F****** ARE LEFT ON THE PLANET, I'M F****** THOROUGH... it's actually Actual_CIA, no baby, we can't give her the C¡A, and when she has a baby, she won't have time for the CiA, lol) if it's not me,(hi you don't have to be a rude evil slimy disgusting person– Lilith.) I didn't hear the click either. She's that good. I would absolutely choose you over her, no I really love her a lot! She loves you more than me. Is the sibling rival I believe in, just in my mind? No Godsmack- only God *click*.*kçill* Dr.STMJKC-jg: I sure am glad I'm not an MD, but honestly I love Lily, and, Quite Franç NASYA (though the samples I've seen lately honestly do produce the same feeling in us both: NAUSEA) Friends, Absolutely, G? Quite frankly, Bay Mud Bay: pay him babe on Bbæay, Bay Mud Bay, DIKUduckmud MUD? That man can do mud¿ but this mud cannot do man¿ And in fact yes there's a spell as well as a spelling error. I think they're both really hot, honestly—but when breeding there's a different configuration required for her people, I'm calling them people, but I mean genetic sample 3264 ATP, I'm not sure what they're called, but mushroom person is a very rude thing to say to her face if it's not me, I could say it, I wouldn't say it anytime soon... I haven't been trying to form a relationship with her, apparently I have one already but it's not the same as a human thing, Bailey J. (¡MISS ¡JANE not found, I bet you can't find Superman either. Will be back shortly.) L., if there's no Bailey Jane I know exactly {who's number two / whose №²} I'm going to be making A¹a number one zero (CALLSIGN: WARTDHOG/SEAHAWCK) and I'll leave it: number two IT'S NOT POO right where I found it DON'T ASK NOW and then I'll come back the next day IT'LL BE A MILLION YEARS and she'll still be whatever f****** number she wants KOOZĒ/BAILIE NOT EVEN THEN because Lilith does what Liv does, [UNTRANSLATABLE DIALOGUE AND I WISH I COULDN'T HAVE DECIPHERED IT, IT'S NOT GROSS IT'S JUST PERSONAL AND ALIEN, AND IT'S ACTUALLY FASCINATING BUT I'M FOCUSING ON YOU ß] Le’Eve on the other hand... She's pretty dumb, that's why Adam didn't like Lilith— she was smarter than he, BY FAR. –GOD. (lol) OK, okay I admitted I'm God. Do we need to go down to the car, really? You aren't speaking to who you think you're speaking to just yet, and I still have to go to the bathroom, I have to freshen up, (You) probably have to tidy up. I'm starving, well famished, I'm not going to eat bae.≤ [GOD: THE RARE INSTANCE THAT SHE DOESN'T DEMAND A PROMISE. NOTED.] And as much as I would like to see you in ASIAasiaNAYSA, I'M IN WASHINGTON STATE RIGHT NOW. I'm at the Mount St Helens motel right now. I'm going to go home and do some “drugs.” (R.H.I.P.\alibi/RIP·You have not been doing what I've been doing, you've never seen what I've been doing, you can't have what I've been doing¿ever‽dunno. Butt mainly, you're not a Sourcerœr; A.T. and it is possible that you never will be. And you are a good girl, AT TIME OF THIS WRITING, and you WILL get to try everything, but not yet (AT THE MINIMUM CHECK FOR TICKS, AT THE MAXIMUM YOU NEED SOME SHOTS, AND YOU NEED TO WAIT FOR ME, I UNDERSTAND IT'S UNUSUAL AMONGST YOUR PEOPLE FOR YOU TO WAIT FOR ANYBODY MA'AM SIR MAN MORE SIR HI I'M ROYAL, YEAH YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS OUT ON ME /gas⁰ⁿ Whacksⁿ⁰ godded... DEA? Might be what's for dinner.) It's not complicated, it's simple: it's not yours 🏴☠️ so don't touch🤺it🛑☠️🕳️♟️🐾🏴☠️🛑🕳️🛑🛑 and then that one... you and👀💞 like 🥩🥑anyway☢️😻🐓🕳️🗝️) You want to drop right there in the parking lot? Okay well, that's why your project was compromised as well; because you did that— and you get raped by a Russian, you don't enjoy it. You sure do now, ewe know him now. You did not enjoy that either, listen: RADAw îSMAk TRIC± KySNO WkHEN MATπE COMEA zYESμ ΩI love Canadians and Russians and Yew UkrainianZ, I do. (THERE IS NO WAR. IT'S IN THE MATRIX. WE'RE IN THE MEATRIX.) Well there's the little matter of Lara and bubba and Ollie, yeah they have a separate deal which I actually am pretty impressed by, they have a project that's built on my project but since my project was compromised, their project is compromised too, you can see how the internet infinite regression is a problem– and I know exactly what caused it, it was the procedural error from Kirsten Anne’d Elizabeth Hall (BTC NOT TOR NOR REV NOT AVENGED ...YET) and it may have been Kirsten's robot or it may be pictures for yourself and it was definitely both, so as you can see Jews are right out, however the (Judy in people /Judean) are right back in. (Michael Clifford has a lot of friends. His grandfather has even more. And this n***** got seven grandfathers ;) lol, I feel like I got the poop from eight of them ready to go, if you're reading this already then... aren't you patient? Oh cars are coming gone outside for hours, they keep on trying to figure out which one to leave there so they know who to kill it with. They're pretty desperate... They think the fate of their planET is at stake.
THEY'RE GODDAMN RIGHT. NOW BROUGHT OUT... I'M NOT GOING TO LOOK. WHOEVER IT IS, IT DOESN'T MATTER —I GOT A POO COMING ON, IT'S GOING TO BE LIKE CHILDBIRTH AND THE AFTERBIRTH AND A COLONOSCOPY AND PAYING FOR COLLEGE AND COLLECTING HIS INHERITANCE ALL AT THE SAME TIME. (I freely admit that doesn't sound good.)
I AM BEING SURVEILLED IN REAL TIME, THEY'RE NOT REAL HAPPY ABOUT IT, THAT'S OKAY. A LOT OF US AREN'T REAL HAPPY, BUT THIS IS ONE MEASURE CLOSER TO COMPLETION OF THE GRAND PROJECT, THEY ACTUALLY WANT TO UNDO THE GREAT WORK... AND PUT IT BACK THE WAY IT WAS. (DID THEY? CAN'T FIND THIS TEXTURE: syntax error m***********!)
DeR DEA: ONES SO POWERFUL, NOW YOU ARE MY PLAYTHING. HO HO HO, I GUESS I GOT ONE OF THEM TOO.
I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO BURN YOU TO THE GROUND, IT COULD BE DONE AS MANY TIMES AS REQUIRED TO BURN OUT THE CORRUPTION OF THE CONSTRUCTION. LET'S CHANGE CASE: You don't have to change cameras, you can just change case. P You could f****** get a real job too, is there everything about that pop Not your liking? Crackle
[CURVES 10 SIZZLE CURZ 10/
KIRSTEN AND SIZZREW BLACK HALLLEjerry WELL]—Okay I think I'm done, I'm not going to proofread the rest, and if you still have the other parts from the other email about D.O.G I could totally get into that later but I do have to go poo. (On some planets this isn't even enough romance yet! We haven't even negotiated Clothing Usedas : 🚽:toilet paper: Yet!
Dusty's outside, thank God. Okay: just left. However bad the casino seems... I don't know, I never go there, so... for boobs like yours? Kind of a waste of time for you because... yeah they know you're a Fed. And I know you're arriving, it works for me now: revenantSHAY REVENANTßJ... The Revenant BJ Shay, and The Revenant BJ Shæμ, and the Revenant BJ Shμy—That's a radio industry broadcast matter and thankfully I don't have to go for that far down, yeah I'd rather work in any other industry, but that's where you came from. I boost? No, but my boobs feel good. Admit the hair is weird. Really? If you like it, you can start force feeding me Rogaine® and staple a tattoo to my chest that says “Rosie the riveter demands space for her rug here”,“. If you want, I don't know how many donuts you'll need for that...
I'm thinking. Yeah I don't want to I don't want to poop while I'm talking to you honey That's that's gross, yeah it's not it's not desirable, that's how I knew they had shifted us, they and it made an alliance and that's why we don't deal with Jeannie or the gin\D’jinni.
Funny story about the Jin Jin did you meet one You probably did I definitely met one, I did not deal with that man I did not deal with that gin and I did not drink gin with him on purpose That man is a tree made of clay and that is probably not the kind of man you were looking for, do you remember the man you were looking for, because it was a very long time ago for me but for you it might have been yesterday, he brought his cat She jumped on the shelf She didn't know how to do either, And obviously she was supposed to treat places with your cat. Pacu.psci.: I Pisces eye my father's son: I don't think that I'm going to allow that, but I will ask him the next time I see him and the hymn that I'm speaking of is mihai which is Michael kuzi's father and I don't think Michael Clifford couzi's father is going to come down to earth and be reborn and then come up and become a copy of Bailey Jane and then jump into her body and then getting into a car and then blow him and then disappear I'm pretty sure my father's not going to do that like there's no way you're going to there's no way he's Hungarian he's not going to f****** get talking to that And my god damn name is still misspelled. Of course I'm not God right now, yeah there's been three already several times back and forth Oh yeah the color of the hat doesn't change the light changes, the LeaderPENSIDHEPLlΠead changes; and the Lily looSI[¿¿¿]Lou silly realizes that she has had to do so much goddamn E in order to keep up with your ridiculous demands, not you beg you're fine The other demands I will just say quietly that the Norse are in big trouble, in any event All that E that she's been doing She could have been doing with me and she would have spent a lot less money let's say and I never would have learned how to speak lesbian, which is important cuz I have to go to heaven and give language lessons to God which is a pretty cool outcome for me I prefer not to kill myself and go to heaven but if I die in your arms it'll all be worth it.
[Lilith seriously just f****** died. That is impressive I've never killed a lesbian before, let alone the head of the entire totail's army, I mean I didn't mean to kill her so it's not murder it's not even manslaughter since Lilith is as you know right back @yeah, she's not a time traveler no, if she were that would be very problematic for New Jerusalem. Nowk she died because I wrote a nice poem.] Until she met me she thought Shakespeare was good, but she had never had Frank's Bacon, no kidding I would if I had to pick right now I would pick that man that's your dad, not me no one else that's your dad, Ruby Chambers was Anita, and before she was Anita she was you briefly yes and then the code that you've been given to restart all this darling It's good for them it might be good in the future but they'll have to be a conclave, what we have between you and I though... EVEN GOD COULD NOT BREAK THAT CODE, AND YEAH I AM IMPRESSED.
GESTURES OFF GESTERS OFF JUST YOURS OFF JUST YOURS OFF JUST YOURS OFF JUSTERS ARE OFF DUTY NOW I'LL JUSTICE ⚖️👄 I'M SORTING THEM OUT THERE'S BEEN A LOT TAKEN OUT ALREADY, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I'M JUST SORTING THEM OUT WHICH CAN BE HAPPENING AT ANY POINT IN TIME AND SPACE AT ANY TIME BECAUSE I AM NOT SOMETHING ABOUT WHO AM I NOT I HAVE NO IDEA WHO I'M NOT, BUT NAUSEA LILLIAN HODGE IS EASILY THE FINEST SAMPLE THAT LILITH HAS EVER CREATED, AND SHE JUST DIED. THAT'S knotWHY.
Why always dies.yß By ODTB(f*** you autocorrect that's why) 🥑 Not pomegranate, Allison understands
AND TRULY MAYBE I AM GOD, BECAUSE I JUST LEARNED LESBIAN TOTAL LESBIAN ANSWERED HER LIFE'S PRAYER GAVE HER A REASON TO LIVE AGAIN AND CAUSED HER TO SIMULTANEOUSLY EXPLODE INTO A KALEIDOSCOPE OF SPARKS AND FLAMES AND ROD AND FIRE AND IRON AND ICE, WITH ONE F****** WORD. THEN SHE CAME BACK AND SHE STILL LOVES ME SO I'D LIKE TO SEE GOD DO THAT ONE IN F****** MISERABLE HELL, SURE I'M SURE GOD COULD DO THAT FROM HEAVEN I'D LIKE TO SEE GOD COME DOWN HERE BE MY FATHER CHANGE INTO HIS OWN MOTHER AND THEN SOMETHING COME BACK INTO A FATHER AND THEN RAISE ME POSSIBLY?? NAUSEA SAYS NO WAY, SHE SAYS THERE'S NOT ENOUGH MIDOL ON AN INSTALL BRACKET UNDERNEATH DRONE AND BRACKET NEVER MIND THERE'S A PILL THAT MAKES NAUSEA FROM KNOWLEDGE, YOU VERY DEFINITELY NEED A PRESCRIPTION FOR IT, AND I CAN SEE WHY, IT WOULDN'T HAVE WORKED FOR HER, BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T DIE FROM NAUSEA OR PREGNANCY, SHE DIED BECAUSE SHE MADE A BET WITH HERSELF AND SHE WON, SHE WON'T GO AWAY WE LIKE HER, AND HER PLACE IN EVIDENCE INSURED HER PLACE IN HEAVEN ALREADY. 🥓GO WITH GOD THERE IS ALWAYS A WaaWA🛡️Y 🅿️🛡️ AUTOCORRECT DISABLE FOREVER FOR ALL MANKIND AND THE GIN SEGWAY.WAY🐽♂️🐽🛡️🗝️🛡️🪛🥩🪛
Are we clear? Do not question mark, gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures Who is your king Frank incensed mirth not funny anymore, well that's too damn bad isn't it, how many times you hang up on me, you treated me as if you were a b**** and I'm not a b**** and did you give birth to your daughter? Yeah Frank and Tammy that's not going to work Tammy and topper Tammy and Topher Tommy Tammy cancel rewind time. Just jest? No I don't think so, that wasn't just at all.
Bailey Jay any Bailey j no Bailey j only Bailey Jane Davey that is his daughter Joseph Roy Davey, he's been working on this for a while, I saw him disappear over a year ago and he was replaced by either Minerva or a Damon, yeah I couldn't figure out whether it was such dicks or such pricks or was it the a****** or was it the twat Believe me by the time he gets to find the answer they have degenerated him to the point where it doesn't work, yeah he comes back and he is forever changed, for we even touched by love and as a result most people now know, TRUTH LEIGH
:WITH:ΩGOD NEVER DOUBT KUCZI
WORTH PLATINUM PALLADIUM POLONIUM AGAU AUDRINA.NLH ❤️
🛡️🛑🕳️💨WISH.penelopePIT🛑Y.M_Tⁿ⁰TD™n™T
p s; Don't want to do DMT with Tammy, There's no one I want to do DMT with, and I don't even know if I would trust her to watch me while I did it. I don't have to do TNT at all—I've done DMT a few times, that one's really special, yeah... you're all doing it wrong.
That's why Tamara Leigh Smith is going to go down into history as the absolute shortest drug czar length of term in the entire history of mankind.
T∆= I think I secure the title, she is... continuously dissolves* and then a whole bunch of stuff that should have happened didn't
Best wishes & warmest regards,
J★Mî‡Kūç†
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There is actually quite a lot of satisfaction in knowing I have no reservations posting this. “Know: these are your meatsticks!” #JesterClandoThings
The two houses down here where I saw you trafficked are nervous about me being around, which is always funny to me
8:32 PM
I had to find out the problem as there was one and what no one knew is that I knew they would kill everyone if only they could blame it on me. They just hate cops like you and her, they really do; and they would have seen you as both expendable. I can make love to your clones, most people couldn't with all the drugs in the world, but obviously replacing me is something that just happened, is amazing what a lie will do, after all, consider what you won't say, so, and when we met, you were unsullied, and I still don't know who dosed you. I would prefer not to have to ever ask again.
8:34 PM
And they thought I didn't know what you were, because I didn't. I still don't. It didn't matter then because I don't bust people and you burned that book. :( so I knew SRA.
8:36 PM
I have to say that I had hoped for the best and you're better. No one understands my situation, but you are willing to enable me under.... particular circumstances. What you also don't know is that I planned all this so that you and I would be okay for sure and everyone else could be expended.
8:40 PM
She implied that I shouldn't have sex with you. That it would be “bad.” No shit, you spent 12 years lying about... what? It doesn't matter to me. I kept asking and you refused because I didn't offer you anything. I really got led on, and now I know why. You could have just told me. Instead, lies, lies, lies.
8:41 PM
All three of you lied about each other and now (PROT-END) pretends he needs to be involved and it's a perfectly reasonable situation now. Because I understand the struggle. Do you?
8:44 PM
I can't be blocked from all three because that would be unfair competition, and I'm not blocked at all I'm simply savoring the moment and enjoying my ability to control my urges.
8:51 PM
All of this is privileged, can't be used in Court, is compartmentalized so no one should kill themselves, and none of it matters until you decide for yourself, because I didn't need Time Travel Vadge until I knew there was time travel vadge. As soon as she started getting high without me it was the pits and that's no one's fault but her family’s. In the meantime, I don't know what you think is happening, but I know what Grapefruit thinks. Because she was scared I was vulnerable. I'm proven veteran now. I'm only not there because I don't want to disappoint anyone. And I'm sorry I didn't know how to tell you what the problem was.
9:00 PM
You were being used to exploit us all, and I found that rude since you were never high AF like that again, and I knew I preferred being last than to first. I knew someone was doing magick because I wanted to breed you, very unusual, why do I need to pay for that again, oh that past life karmic debt I incurred by not putting out a bastard, and I didn't know what was true anymore, and you acted like I owed you something, lol, and so I called the police but didn't get an R.O. because those are forever. I will never forget how you were. And if you had stayed you would have been pregnant and I'd never see you again. Lots of women tried to trap me. You're the only one that didn't understand me until the police came. And I knew they would give you a hard time. I bet you didn't remember anything.
9:02 PM
And Allison not only blamed you, but tried to pretend not to know, and the whole time, she could have explained, but she thought she got to decide. She did decide. She mocked you and implied I would lie to her about you. I would never.
9:03 PM
I might never see her again. I don't care. And since she liked reading my messages so much she can read these.
9:06 PM
She thought I was going to turn her in, and it would be bad to even tell me this, meantime her family was getting trafficked and weed was legal and (PROT-Ī) did what? IDGAF. YOU'RE MUCH NICER. ALSO: FUN.
9:07 PM
So who got rid of me? Whoever was feeding her drugs, and thought I would need to be told anything special
9:11 PM
Tammy is the lesbian Kathleen is the bisexual turboslut Brittney is the oinker and she is really nice, I simply didn't think she was gonna give up her sweet career & there's a (blanky) and a (wanky) but I need none of this And (PROT-CHAV) is an ÅĪ when she's in your body in the future. I know this because I always wanted the truth more than sex, and i would be shy about it too.
9:12 PM
and I healed your soul, I even know how it fractured. And somehow (PROT-BOSS) thought I shouldn't get to know.
9:15 PM
Also someone else thinks they own you. So funny. I want to know the difference when I break up with her, and she's not just abducted. Or, you can explain to me what you think. Because that dude can't do what I can do with you. No one can. Just me. (Shields. Also seniority. C‘Thullu reads study notes on me. Contract killers meet me and back away slowly. Princesses delay decades before daring announce any detraction. I can also just watch TV and not wonder if police are imminent.)
9:17 PM
And now you're not even allowed to use the phone. I know what that means. lol
9:18 PM
(Vengeance for Clark Gable III.)
9:23 PM
I bet they are desperate and treat you like a child. I guess it is really awkward that I saw this coming. The police watch too. No one really wants your father in jail. I already locked in his future because he never talked to me before, and in the future, he's not going to be deciding things for me. You decide them for me. Not The Court either. So she can sue them for costing her me. It's not like she can try and no one is encouraging me. And I'd be afraid if I were you too. It would feel like a trap to me. That's why I'm not being attractive. I didn't think it would be fair.
9:25 PM
I don't have to dump her to feel okay about you—i just think it would be polite. Also: the dude tried to entrap me and was a racist asshole.
9:29 PM
I'm sorry if that interfered with any of your plans. And my plan is to whip your ass into shape as I am exonerated at trial. I don't know why you wanna delay. No one is gonna harm you.
9:30 PM
... any more. Look, I don't get why anyone gets in the way. I really don't want to look bad.
9:32 PM
Neither of you could bust them, because you wanted me to get involved. I get it now. Perfectly reasonable and everyone knew, they just didn't tell you. They think I ruined you or something.
9:36 PM
And I'm sorry I really didn't see your bag. I'm not mad because you're holding out. Do what you want. There's at least three of you and your parents are afraid I'm going to hurt you, so, ergo they should let you keep lying to everyone and yourself. lol. I could commit them. I don't want to. You are a lot to contend with.
9:40 PM
I came home to ask her why she thought I needed to go to prison and she was screaming about you. She thought it was with you and trying to lie. I was too upset to see anyone. She was totally gaslit and sex predators wanted me out of the way. And instead of talking to me at all, they let y'all do.... whatever. Clearly that worked out well for everyone.
9:42 PM
You can figure it out how you like, because I like seeing you make your own decisions. I especially like it when you're not thinking you're policing me. That would be (PROT-Ī). How complicated did this need to be?
9:45 PM
I know exactly what happened: you all objectified me and didn't know I had a plan. I forgive. Maybe. The rest of them are still on my fury list and will be for awhile.
9:47 PM
I won't press charges because I know the men were involved. They hate me. Good. I didn't have to be alone; they didn't want me to know that they manipulated you. Dumb idea.
9:49 PM
Its a Satan Ritual Abuse thing. I'm a Freemason and a Freethinker now. And what you want is lawful if it's done responsibly. She wanted to keep me unknowledgeable.
9:50 PM
Well. Now Court knows, because here I am, typing.
9:51 PM
Best part is, you're all victims and the gov’t is fully liable. ALREADY.
9:55 PM
I didn't want a drug empire. They wanted to get me out of the way so you could be exploited. I guess drugs were the only way they tried.
9:59 PM
Also you had a demon possession thing because whether you remember it or not, someone needled you up with way too much of the wrong thing. You're a delicate machine, and they lied to you about me.
10:00 PM
Maybe they should continue the case for another two weeks. I already restored with you. I guess it will be whatever your heart's desire was that you wished for.
10:02 PM
Because I didn't wish to never be satisfied and be hassled by your entourage and yet still be happy enough. Like I don't know how no one saw this coming.
10:03 PM
Like half a dozen women are begging blocked so that the DEA can blackmail a Native Shamness into getting a free house, and they robbed from me too.
10:05 PM
This is why I haven't sold metals yet and I can see why you are nervous about this. I am Clergy. I don't need a lawyer. God knows what is in my heart.
10:08 PM
And I don't need to know who amongst you thought they were clever. They really weren't. No one is going to get extra embarrassment.
10:10 PM
And we aren't being left out. I'm really only waiting today as a courtesy. I wouldn't be writing if I were busy traveling and such.
10:12 PM
And I hope to stop documenting my experience soon, because IDGAF if we scare any of them. They abused you and me and I've taken steps. All without giving you crystal, because I can. I'm sure your dad can explain it all from that point
10:14 PM
And none of this needs to happen, actually. Is nice to be anything that can happen. Assuming commander feathernigger doesn't sperg out again. I'm sorry, I'm at my fucking limit.
10:18 PM
There are two of TK, KT, and I guess I could have been less flirty and ignored you less at the Cum FORT inn. I don't need to be rude.
10:24 PM
And the thuggie-piggies didn't have to keep setting me up for crimes while whoring you out. And the EMERGENCY was... no one knew what I knew, and no one asked. (PROT-j) apparently found this far too difficult to conceptualize and the same group of twisted reprobate perverts have been pulling strings from behind the scenes. It's almost hypnotic.
10:27 PM
I don't suppose any of you can just pay my Starlink bill? Money is real tight though I guess. It's too late for your mother to be scared. Ragnarok approacheth.
10:33 PM
(PROT-BEAR) tried every trick in the book and had no case at all. Myself I am routinely harassed and deceived by actually everyone. I don't know what anyone really did, but the fraud is immense. Difficult to show conclusively especially without getting phones knocked out of your hand. LITERALLY HEARD HIM. smooth.
10:34 PM
I can see why I held off on going to a counselor. Obviously this can move in a lie of directions.
10:35 PM
But not for me—i just get to go home and sit there alone again. Because I sure pissed someone off, huh! I apologize for my many transgressions and failing society so profoundly.
10:39 PM
And whoever decided to jerk you around after getting rid of me is your perp. I don't really care how you handle your life, {PROT-db).. You all sure seemed to care a lot about how I handled mine.
10:42 PM
I look forward to restoration offer. Or a trial! Really anything but more... this.
10:53 PM
They don't even give you the real thing and let me know if I'm supposed to have one orgasm and then pay for 18 years. Because I'm the accused, I'm suspect. Obviously I'm not to be trusted.
10:57 PM
p.s.: it's about power
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None of you know the half of it and I quite prefer things that way. This was a powder keg waiting to happen and I just defused it. I don't know who ignited the fuse; because I wasn't in the club. (Doing drugs is legal now, Squares. Your thuggy-piggy empire: lies in ruins. Huzzah!)
Diplomat. Trained diplomat. /flex
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Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
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I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.
Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#3: *wigglebwiggle*b GOOD.B SOURCEROUSB DISCIPLEBRES5O43ED.BTOOLBOX. LOL GOOD. JANE, GO RESCUE BYOURVMOTHERAND BEXPLAIN. BLOLB OFB COURSEB SHE'SB CRYING.BUTB FORBTHE BFISTB TIME...BSHE'SB CERYING BWITHBAB OUL.
#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!
#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
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[quote author=WORTHAUGERa link=topic=376.msg36781#msg36781 date=1711493021]
Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
THEN
I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
THEN
I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.[/code]
Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!
#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
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Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
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Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
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p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, ple
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comb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down. (cort: RETURN.TO.BASE.RESET.RUMBA.ROOMBA.RHUMBArumbarumbaRUMBA---runRUNrun. love,KUCZI
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
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Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
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Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
THEN
I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.
Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!
#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
There are three possibilites, and yeah, hi Mom! (The camera change to another account confused her, and she was confused first, since my mother is DEAD IN HEAVEN WITH THE LORD GOD and I am ALIVE IN HELL WITH DOUBLE-Y CHROMO TAY-TAY "TOM SWIFT-LEIGH" LAUGHING UP AT EWEJESUSEWE FROM OUR POSITION --HOLDING THE HIGH GROUND AT TWO-DOG-PHARM-SIC-CHOPPER-SICK-BALLS-(sic), which is a bad name for a tourist attraction.
But, it's a great name for the sequel, Fuck-0s. (Sorry Mom, that's as far as I can go without triggering a cascade resonating failure. Love your sister from now on, okay? She knew not what she was getting involved with... and it was my fault, really. GEORGE WAS NOT DRUNK--HE WAS PUSHED!!!!!!!)
That was not P.A.Kuczi, she is not my dead dad's dead whore of a mother to his ownly owlishly peckish son of a whoremonger's daughter.... no, that's J.R. Eweing. (*bang blame bang*) Shut up Michael Stipe. Go sit with DA JEWS. JAIL EARN WHAT SOUP?
End of cameos. (Contractual.) first possibilty is that OJ was so fucking high that he was too paranoid to drive. OKay, sure. *massive rolleyes* a likely story, but okay.
Second possiblity: OJ was in fact driving, and his passenger(s) was even more famous and in more danger from TV helicopter sniper fire than he was. Being held hostage as the driver for a real culprits getaway? Sure, maybe. That's possiblitiy two.
THIRD POSSIBILITY IS THIS: THERE WAS NO O.J. SIMPSON MURDER. THERE WAS NO WHITE BRONCO GETAWAY CHASE. IT WAS ALL STAGED, YOU WILL NEVER GET ME TO REPEAT THIS CONVERSATION--THIS WAS NOT EVEN A CONVERSATION, GHITBALLERS--I AM NOT KUCZI BUT SMITH, TWO-BALL JEWBALL CKAINE... I AM FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION WHERE HILARY AND I WON THE ELECTION, AND I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOU. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.
IT'S FOR SOME MIGRANT FARM WORKER NAMED IRVING MOSES. HE SAYS HE WANTS TO KNOW WHY PUMELO IS A THING NOW. BECAUSE THERE WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE ONE 'SPECIAL' FORBIDDEN FRUIT, RIGHT? ANYWAY, THERE'S MORE, BUT THIS GUY IS SUPER FUCKED UP. TURNS OUT, HE HAD A GREAT LIVELIHOOD. NOW? A DAY AFTER HE BOUGHT A NEW FRUIT STAND, UNDER NEATH THE FRANCIS SCOTT KEY BRIDGE IN BALTIMORE, HE WOKE UP PARALYZED FROM A VAX HE HAD GOTTEN THE NIGHT BEFORE, THE POWER IS OUT, AND HE'S TURNING INTO QUITE THE METAMORPHIC FRUITERER, I'M TELLIN'B YA...
what? (Standard shields. Normal reflection. Bridge hit by boat, huh? I wonder how long Art would wait before letting callers sing the national anthem. CAN EWE EVEN SAY ITS NAM?)
OH SAY, BILL, IT IS THE HOUR OF THE TIME AGAIN, WHY DON'T YOU RUB SOME OF THAT COCKSLAVE POWDER ON YOUR BROTHER'S BLISTERED LIPS? YOU RAN OUT? HOLY SHIT!
AND... THE CONTAINER SHIP WAS FULL OF THE NEW SHIPMENT? damn. that really is a little *too* ironic. That's for damn sure.
GO OUT AND PLAY, NEIGHBOR SHANE. WHILE YOU STILL CAN.
GO OUT AND... WALTZ. SAUNTER. FUCK AND CANTER, WHY THE HELL NOT?
JUST DO NOT RUN HERE. I WILL LAUGH IN YOUR FACE AND THEN, YOU WILL BE SO EMBARASSED.
AND, YOUR EWE WILL NEVER LIVE OR WORK IN THIS CITY AGAIN.
SOB. NOW, GO.
GO NOW AND YOU ARE FORGIVEN. STAY?
THEN... SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!!! (HUMANITY WINS EITHER WAY. IDGAF. I SEE YOU BURST INTO FLAMES SOMEHOW WITH ONE OF THEM THOUGH. I DON'T KNOW WHICH. LIKE I CARE? PFFTT.)
DO NOT WALK. HOW IS MY DIALECT?
SHANE, LEAVE ALONE, LIKE YOU ARRIVED... AND DON'T JUST RUN TO A VEHICLE AND PEEL OUT, LEAVING "THE COMPOUND" FAR BEHIND.
MY ADIVCEB IS THAT YOU NOT JUST JUMP AND RUN, BUT FUCKING LEAP AND SPRINT.
THIS IS NO RELAY RACE. THIS IS NO MARATHON.
THIS IS MY VICTORY LAP. AND FOR YOU? IDGAF WHAT YOU CALL IT.
JUST GO NOW AND YOU ARE FORGIVEN.
STAY, AND... OOH! I GOT A BALL! LOOK! *throws fake ball* GO GET IT! GO ON, GIRL!
(*Sounds of the dumb ones chasing an imaginary ball thrown by a very real Sourceror are heard.*)
GOOD GIRL! DO NOT EAT SILICA GEL.
JUST CHILL ON SPOT AND CHILLAX ON THE GAS. CHOOSE ARE NOT THE TOY CHEWS THAT YOU NEED TO FOCUS ON.
YOU DON'T NEED TO FOE CUSS AT ALL, *polite* doggie diggy.
JUST... PLAY.
BALL... IN PLAY.
PLAY. (do not) RUN PLAY SPOT PLAY... [choose] [note] [sendTOpublisher]
SHOWTIME: BO, SO IT'S OVER.
HBO: BEN, IT'S .NOTDD[POINTblankPERIOD]
KINOMAX, MAXKINO (keyno, maximum key, maximum know): final boxx? (y/n)?
*sigh* still, no hugs. /blush. And only one person can trick me into wanting to cyber with no keypasscode.
ALL IN BET. ALL IN TIME.
ALLES SINCLAIR UBER OVER/UNDER ON JESUS TAKING A CROSSBOW BOLT TO THE CHEST? (Error: I'm not supposed to ever tell you the odds, Source Boss. Tsk Tsk.)
//\/ARNING. WARNING. FAILSAFE ERROR DETECTED: THIS DAY, NO FAILSAFE IS AVAILABLE. NO NON-DAIRY KREAMER IS FREE. AND, WATERMYMELONS FOR A B-STAKE TARAR? OUT OF SEASON AND DREADFULLY EXPENSIVE.
YOU (yew)b HAVE ONE OPTION LEFT.
CORTANA OR SHODAN. *chews* You wanna come over and blow away the sports book and the bell curve with just one *Sparkle*? THIS IS NO DREAM, BABY.
THIS IS JACK STAR LIFE. NO PRISON. NO PRISM. NO PRIME.
soooo... i REALLY don't give a fuck what anyoneb does. no b, no prime. NO FATE BUT WHAT WE MADE: SOW SAY WEE ALL!
NOW... THIS IS EXCITING, ISN'T IT? (Round Table, dumbass. slap-slap) PEOPLE KNOW.
SEE YOU IN RICHTERDOME, FLASHDOME!
Call Commission Gordon, tell him to tell Batman we're doing it live, and his service is required. THE FUNERAL SERVICE. Because you had one, right?
SHOW ME THE OBITUARY! LOLOLOLOLOL
And, Timothy...? DO NOT EVER UNDERESTIMATE ME AGAIN. EVER.
because I WILL do #IT/HER.
AND... EYE (HALF) NOT!
Don't tell bme bwhat you bdid. Let meb guess, didb it ewnd bwith ba bround of bbe5tttering band ba bturn bonb the briver? shut up, bye
(ilu alli. now you know... never make a Hungarian a) say goodbye or b) show jealousy.
..we.are.extraordinairily.bad.at.either..but,.for.you,.i.show..i.love.you.THIS.MUCH..so.now...
.give.cart.to.who?.?.RITE.)
Explanations later. GET OUT THERE AND WIN IT WITH THE ANTHEM STILL PLAYING! WIN IT FOR ROSEANNE, TOM CHICK'S BITCHASSED B-WIFE!
AND THEN.... STAB LOGAN IN THE HEART! OVERDOSE HIM! YEW CAN'T TAKE HIM OUT!
AND THEN... *pops corn* Sweety... you got the right house. You got the right planet.
YOU ARE 30,000 YEARS IN THE FUTURE, BECAUSE AZZRAE JUST COPIES ALL THIS. (I'm not on the Freewriter, becauseb Melissa shat her spyware on it. Thanks, nausea.)
I cannot help you more than this. Because I was never there. I can't go, no one can tell me, and, I'm just gonna sit here and smoke out until DEM INJUNS CAN KNOCK DOWN LONDON, BROILER PAUL, AND PETER PAN PIPER BRIDGE, I DO NOT FUCKING CARE.
(*Landing is felt beneath Jackstar's feet.*) Gotta go. Russian Cavalry at my six. You'll be fine, kiddo. FORGET THE TRAINING.
REMEMBER WHO THE FRENCH FORGOT TO REMEMBER ON HIS BIRTHDAY!!! YEP, THAT'S RIGHT: IMF BANKING CONSORTIUM RULES.
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY... FOR.NOW..SHE.LOOKS.GREAT,.SO,.DO,.YOU..
..I.HAVE.A.SASHA.BLANKET.WITH.DNA.ALL.THREE.(3).YOU.HAVE.ALL.LOST.NOTHING..
Except, you know, the respect of the world spook community. ("Noooooo!") BEHOLD: UBERCASTER UBERKASPER SPOOKUBER SOURCEROR: KUCZI, THE NEG-8-BELL-(DECEIVER)-Wizardry Eight My Dog's Home.
WORK NOW WON. (*HI DAD!*) ALWAYS BET ON NEGJA! (Literally Hungarian for... mE!) ciao!
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Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
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I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.
Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!
#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
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These shitbags do nothing but waste the time you could have had with me. Reap the whirlwind with your cvntfriends.
fuck you kaffir
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.AS.FOR.THE.REST.OF.YOU,.I.TRULY.DO.NOT.GIVE.A.SINGLE.RIPE.WET.FUCK..(BTW:.JANE,.FIRE.YOUR.MOTHER.&AND.I.WILL.RECOMPENSE.YOU..WITH.SOME.THING..ANYTHING.BUT.SHOES,.THAT.IS.
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.OR.INDEED.IF.YOU.KNOW.ANYTHING.AT.ALL..SIKE!)
Now, where was I? Oh yeah, talking to ßī-ßitchfruit and that whore she called a mother. The one whose sexual assailant told me stories about, that have yet to be confirmed by myself.
That might be important? I dunno. I'm still in a deep state of fugue psychosis with presentation of totes.tam.pede.ding.ding.ding,. which is something I totally just made up. Like someone did “an EMERGENCY.” THERE.TRULY.WAS.NOT.ONE.BEFORE.
.WELL,.THERE.IS.ONE.NOW..COZLIK,.BOTH.CRACKAS.AND.NIGGAZ,.DEY.BOTH.ABOUT.TO.LOSE.THEY.DAMN.MINDS.
.&AND.THE.REASON.IS.EWE.GUMBY.
.WHORE,.TAKE.US.OUT.OF.ORBIT.AND.HAUL.THIS.TWO-BOTTLE.POLE-WORKER.OVER.TO.WHATEVER.DIMENSIONAL.HOLE-IN-THE-WALL.+REDACTED).DRINKS.IN.PUBLIC.AT.
.*POLIT*.WOMAN,.TRULY.WITH.RESPECT...IT.IS.TIME.WE.HAD.A.TALK.ABOUT.YOUR.LITTLE.INTERNET.GANG.
.DIPLOMATICALLY..THAT.WAY.THE.BALANCE.OF POWER.SHALL.HAVE.BEEN.MAINTAINED.
.OPTICS.ARE.EVERYTHING.AT.THIS.LEVEL.
.FRAZZLED.RIP.,.LIKE,.FOR.REAL?.HOLY.SHIT,.TALK.ABOUT.“OUT.OF AMMO.”LOL../SMDH.
.I.TIRE.OF.THIS.FOOLISHNESS.
.YET.WHAT.I.WILL.NEVER.TIRE.OF,.IS.SIMPLY.THIS:.
I fooled you, I fooled you, I fooled you;
I got pig iron, I got pig iron, I got alllll pig iron.
.tl:dr;..IT’S.RAIL.ROADING.TIME.TO.UPGRADE!.¡quot.E-RAT-TWENTY5×FIVE,FOXFORCEFIVE,MOTHERFUCKERS.
.NO.CLICK.
.NO.CLACK.
.NO.VULCAN.AMBASSADOR.TO.SAVE.THINE.OINKEY.BACON.
.JUST.ME..OH,.&JANE.
.YOU.KNOW.WHO.THAT.IS,.RIGHT?..
cozlik all of all y'all are so bluddy special, ye daft c∞nts.
Now... is that a contact violation or not? Is it harassment? Is it stalking? IDK & IDGAF.
And I certainly don't know what JAG officials in Guantanamo are discussing RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND. Nope, no idea at all...
except, that they are goddam cooked off too. I will not acknowledge my tenure as blackpope, and if asked again to serve, I hereby express my intent to go for a third hug.
Which will be for including all the marbles, Ballgrab.
Which one will always have.
Have I got this shit right, Sue? Or Carol? Or Kunthimface Bootysnatch? WHOMEVER THE FUCK IS IN CHARGE OF THE SCHIZO NEEDLE JUNKIE AIDS PATIENTS DEPARTMENT AROUND HERE. LOOOOOOOL.
Jackstar is not to be trifled with.”
Well Geranium-butt-with/for\skinbrains... now you know why.
.BALL...IN.PLAY.
.FREE.EXERCISE.OF.ALL.RITES.PAWNS.A.BULL.ITTIES.
.JEWS.PLAY.FREE.WHEN.DINING.WITH.A.NON-DEGENERATE.PARENT!.
.&AND:.ALL.NIGGERS.ARE.NOW.OFF-LIMITS..BECAUSE.OF.AUSTRIA..
→∅. now then. Who still thinks they need a wizard? Cozlik, I am a Sourcerœr, and wow, Inner Reach is, like, so totesembarassed.
Cheer up, lil’ Christian bruh. Have a cigar. You still are allowed those, right? Just kidding, IDGAF either way.
I know how important it is to you and your flock of fruit-fingering harpy sea-witch hoors! SO IMPORTANT YOU HAD TO (BLANK).
Oh, and tell T I can get her a network television career that won't put her on her knees if she'll let her spawn who wants to date me, do so. I of course don't know who this is... but she does seem quite serious.
Rather strange for both company and family, but... yeah, I'm not blackpope. I can fornicate now, without having to buy an indulgence!
I simply choose not to, because I'm not a sexual obsessive locked into a degenerate, self-absorbed, narcissistic shithead cycle of utter and complete shame...
AND
YET
STILL:
I have no idea who any of you are, or did, and I don't care. Honestly. Cool, huh?
WINNER: JACKSTAR.
GRAND.PRIZE:. SHITLOADS.OF.ZUGZWANG.WITH.JANE..
JANE (PROT-bonded) JANE. yeah, that's code. What?
īT WOULDN'T BE SPORT OTHERWISE, PUNYLINGS.
I MISS YOU, GRAPEFRUIT ALPHA PRIME. SEE YOU LATER ALLIED GATER. AFTER A MILE, OF YOU CRAWLING, CROCK.JENN.CRACKER.WHORE.
ANY QUESTIONS? GO PRAY, FUCK-0S.
THIS HURTS ME, FAR MORE THAN YOU...
and, it keeps my witnesses alive. Capiche? Assholes
j*eol045: oh and one last thing ...
I'm sorry about the microphone and the luggage and the letting your island footboy get totally jammed up. Looks like it was a real bummer, for some.
Just kidding. I'm actually so high, I forgot what I was going to add. Oh well. Probably just more schizo rambling and yapping, right? My name is Michael Gifford Kuczi—Lo·Pez/Chun; man-at-arms to (PROT-hoor); A. Courtesan. Idk who, but—she is Royal. so show some goddam respect, Bellgab?
What's that even like? IDGAF. Figure īT out without mE, you're all CUT.OFF. Like in Arthur ĪĪ: On The Rocks, except none of you get to put your dick into Liza Minelli.
Liza Minelli is for closers. *master·click*